Fantasies

CHAPTER 1

Charlotte and her husband JJ were at their friends' Danny and Linda's house for a Christmas party. Everyone was drinking and having a good time. There were about 30 people there all told. Some upstairs in the den, some in the living room, some in the kitchen. Others were downstairs in the rec room. As the evening wore on folks got looser and more talkative. And the talk got raunchier. Charlotte, Linda, Josie, and Brenda had broken off from the rest of the crowd and were talking amongst themselves. At one point Charlotte saw Maryann and a man that wasn't her husband making out and getting 'handsy' in the hall going to the bathroom. Maryann's husband was downstairs with some of the other guys. Now Charlotte loves, and is faithful to, her husband but a small part of her was jealous. She kind of missed the days when she had the freedom to make out with random guys at parties. She loves sex and loves to try new and different things but JJ was pretty vanilla.

When Charlotte rejoined her group she told them what she had seen. And the gossip began. They all had a story or two to tell. Josie told them about an affair she had gotten involved in a while back with a man that worked at the insurance company where she worked. His name was Emilio and he was about 10 years younger than her. She is 42, 2 years younger than Charlotte. He was single, very good looking, and very much a flirt. She said she flirted right back, all in fun. But over time it had escalated and he asked her to lunch. She went, with the intention of telling him that she was married, which he knew. And explaining that she was just flirting and having fun. Well, to make a long story short, they had a couple of drinks at lunch, called the office and told them they wouldn't be back, and went to a motel. She said the sex was amazing and his stamina was unbelievable. She said she orgasmed three times. They continued doing it for about three months until Bert came to the office to surprise her at lunch one day and nobody knew where she was. They said she had gone to lunch early. She explained it away by telling him she had gone to Dick's Sporting Goods over in Lancaster to shop for a birthday gift for him and hadn't told anybody where she was going. He bought it and then she had to go out and buy him a new gun to back up her story.

Again Charlotte felt that little pang of jealousy. As others shared stories of sexual adventures, either with their husbands, boyfriends, prior to marriage, or illicit affairs, Charlotte felt kind of cheated. She had only had a couple of lovers prior to JJ, and was faithful to him. When asked what adventures she had had she said, "Oh. I'm afraid my life is very mundane compared to you girls. But I enjoy living vicariously through you, so please continue." And they did.

Charlotte had always had a longing to be more sexually adventurous, but as mentioned earlier JJ wasn't. She read trashy romance novels, and watched racy movies. And daydreamed.

CHAPTER 2

Charlotte thought that JJ was losing some of his sex drive. When they first got married 20 years ago they had sex almost every night. After a year or so it was 3 or 4 times a week. Then once a week, then once or twice a month. Now it might be once a month or every 6 weeks. And usually she was the one to initiate it.

JJ is a good husband. He's a good provider, is kind, treats her nice, and never says a harsh word to her. The only thing lacking is sex.

Now Charlotte is a good looking woman. It's not like she's a slob, or unattractive, or anything. She sees men looking at her, and overhears comments sometimes, so she knows she's attractive. And men flirt with her. She's had thoughts sometimes about what it would be like to take one of these men up on their offer. And she's dreamed of being the woman in some of the novels she reads and the movies she watches. One of her fantasies is being taken by a complete stranger. Not raped, as such, but taken against her will. Or forced into submission until she starts wanting it.

She tried more and more to improve her sex life with JJ, but to no avail. She started dressing sexier, making sure she always looked her best. Got a new hairstyle, different perfume, sexy nightgowns. She'd snuggle up to him in bed and kiss him, but he'd turn off the light and roll over. If she asked him if he wanted to get lucky tonight he'd say something like, "Can it wait 'til the weekend? I'm really, really tired."

Charlotte told Linda, her best friend, what was going on. Linda suggested that maybe JJ was having an affair. This was something that had crossed Charlotte's mind, but she didn't really believe it. He was home every night, never went away for weekends, and was always at work. There were just no indications that he was having an affair. Linda said, "Well, if you can't get it at home, there's always somebody somewhere that's willing to put out. You're a pretty woman, you won't have any problem getting some."

"Believe me, I've thought about it. But I can't do that."

Charlotte was attracting more attention from men now because she had changed her wardrobe trying to seduce her husband. She wore these clothes all the time. Short skirts, tight tops, tight shorts, spandex pants, high heels, fishnet stockings, skin tight jeans, and low cut blouses. Men were always hitting on her, and as much as she hated to admit it, she liked it.

Charlotte is 44. She has short blonde hair, blue eyes, a 36C bust, a nice ass, and legs all the way to her neck, as they say. She's about 5 ft. 8, and weighs 105 lbs, so she has the body and looks to get any man she wants. Except her husband, it seems.

CHAPTER 3

Charlotte had been out with Linda and a couple other girls. They had dinner at Applebee's. She was dressed in one of her short skirts, a red one. And a white, form fitting top. She had 2 guys hit on her and saw several others checking her out. Not only her, but the other girls as well. After dinner they shopped a little bit, and headed home about 9 PM.

Charlotte opened the front door, set her pocketbook and keys on the table by the door, and went to the kitchen to get a soft drink. She wondered where JJ was as he was usually watching TV. She sat down, kicked her high heels off, and sat drinking her soft drink.

She got up to go change into her pajamas and get comfortable. She opened the bedroom door and saw a man standing there holding a baseball bat and JJ, who was opening the safe in the wall. She screamed.

JJ said, "Charlotte. Go! Get out of here!"

The man said, "No. Come on in, Charlotte." He motioned with the bat for her to enter. He was a big man, but not fat. His hair was unkempt and he had a 3 day beard.

She went in and asked, "What's going on here?"

"Just making a little withdrawal. My, my. Aren't you a pretty little thing? Makes me wonder why your husband here would want to be fucking my wife. Did you know that? Of course you didn't. Oh, yeah. They got a pull out sofa bed there in the back room at the office and have a romp on it about every day at lunchtime. I caught them red handed. I got a confession out of Jessie that it has been going on for a few years."

Charlotte was stunned. She had no idea. She looked at her husband. "Is that true!? JJ? Is it?" He didn't respond, just hung his head. She knew now why he had lost interest in sex. With her, anyway. JJ had a secretary named Jessie Monroe who had been with him for about 7 or 8 years. A cute young girl of about 28 or so. So she knew this man to be Alan Monroe.

The man with the baseball bat, Alan, said, "So I figured the least he could do was provide me with a little up front cash to make a new start somewhere else. Ain't that right, JJ.? Now finish opening that safe."

JJ went back to working the combination. Alan eyed Charlotte. "Mmm, Mmm, Mmm. You truly are a fine lookin' little thing. Now why on earth would a man want to be fuckin' another man's wife when he's got a fine piece of ass like you at home? Don't you give him none of that thing, or what?"

Charlotte barked at him, "Shut your filthy mouth, you animal."

"Wow. Pretty, and feisty, too. I like that." JJ had stopped working on the safe and was watching them. Alan said, "Get back to work opening that safe. And hurry it up."

Alan stepped over to Charlotte and put his hand on her cheek. She flinched and stepped back. "Don't you touch me!" she spat.

He said, "I think you'll want to cooperate unless you want that pretty face messed up a bit."

JJ stood up and said, "Get your hands off her!"

Alan raised the bat in a threatening position. "Now JJ, you're in no position to be giving orders here. You just get that safe open and give me what I asked for. I don't want to hurt anybody but if you give me no choice, well then, who knows what might happen."

He watched as JJ finished opening the safe. "Now count out $10,000. I know you have that much because Jessie said you told her you always keep at least that much in your safe. That seems like a fair price to pay for all those years of fuckin' my wife, don't you think?"

JJ didn't answer, just started counting out stacks of 100 dollar bills. When he reached $10,000 he stopped and said, "There. There's your money. Now take it and go."

"Yeah. I could do that. But I don't think I'm done here just yet. JJ, sit down in that chair there." JJ did as he was told and Alan started taping his hands behind his chair with a roll of duct tape from his jacket pocket. When JJ and Charlotte both protested he shouted, "Shut up! Do as you're told and nobody will get hurt." He finished duct taping JJ's hands. Then he taped his feet to the legs of the chair.

"Now, he said, "Charlotte, is it? I think maybe you can help even the score a little." He stepped over to her and touched her cheek as he had done before.

"Don't you touch me, you piece of shit. You've got your money. Take it and go. Leave us alone."

"Not just yet. I think I might like to make ole JJ over there see what it feels like to know another man is fucking his wife."

"Leave her alone. I'll give you more money. Take it all. The safe's still open," JJ pleaded.

Charlotte said, "If you rape me I swear to God I'll see you rot in prison for the rest of your miserable life."

Alan grabbed her and held her while he put a piece of tape over JJ's mouth. "I don't need to hear any more from you."

Then he turned Charlotte to face him. "Let me go!" she said. But he just looked down at her for a minute. Then he touched her face again and she tried to get away, but to no avail. He leaned down and tried to kiss her. She turned her head and his lips landed on her cheek. He grabbed the back of her head with one hand and held her still so he could get his lips on hers. She fought but couldn't get away, he was just too strong.

He continued kissing her and held her against him with a hand on her back. His other hand went to her ass and cupped it while she continued to struggle. She felt his hand cupping and squeezing her ass and she tried to scream but his mouth locked to hers prevented it. While the one hand on her ass held her against him the other one went between them and she felt her tits being squeezed.

JJ was trying to get loose and trying to talk but it was no use.

Charlotte was trying to fight Alan off by hitting him on the back with her fists but it was like trying to fight off a bull with a fly swatter. He took his lips off of hers and started kissing her neck. She screamed at him to stop but he paid no heed. He mauled her tits and clutched her ass. He turned her around with her back to him and turned so she was facing JJ.

JJ struggled to get free, as did Charlotte. She pleaded with Alan to stop. But he only resumed kissing the back of her neck and feeling her tits. He started unbuttoning her blouse slowly and watching JJ's reaction. With each button coming undone JJ's eyes grew wider and his struggling increased. Charlotte was still pleading to be let loose. No longer screaming, but softly and quietly pleading.

When her blouse was completely unbuttoned Alan squeezed and fondled her bra encased tits. "That's a very sexy bra. Don't you think so JJ? I love the color. What do you call that? Burgundy?" He slid her blouse off of her shoulders and down her arms.

"Please don't do this," she begged.

It was like he didn't even hear. While holding her with one hand he unclasped her bra with the other, and slid it down her arms and off. "Oh my! Look at them big ole' titties. Much nicer than Jessie's. Why would you want to trade these for Jessie's, JJ? Oh yeah. She said that you told her you didn't sleep with your wife anymore. Or rarely anyway. What a waste. This seems to be some fine fuckin' material right here", he said as he caressed her breasts.

"You fucking PIG!" Charlotte hissed at him. He laughed and continued kissing her neck and fondling her tits.

"Oh look," Alan said, "I do believe you're liking it. Your nipples are getting hard." Charlotte was mortified that despite her objections, and against her will, her body was responding. Alan rolled her hard nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and she moaned.

"Please. Stop. Don't do this," she pleaded, softly. He continued. He slid one of his hands down her belly to her waist. He watched JJ as he toyed with the buckle of the belt holding her skirt on. He nibbled on her ear as he unbuckled the belt. He pulled the belt through the loops and removed it. She felt his hand at the button at the back of her skirt. Humiliated by not only what he was doing to her, but also by the fact that her body was responding, she realized that she was getting aroused. Her nipples were already hard and she felt an itch forming in her crotch.

Alan had gotten the button undone and slid the zipper down on the back of her skirt. With a little help from his hand her skirt fell to the floor. She felt embarrassment, shame, humiliation, and guilt standing there in front of her husband, half naked, with another man undressing her and feeling her up. Guilt because on some level she was enjoying it, even though she wouldn't admit it.

Without releasing her Alan stepped back a little to see what he had uncovered. "Wow! This is some wife you got here, JJ. Absolutely gorgeous. Just look at them big ole' titties. And that firm, round ass." He squeezed her tits and her ass as he said this. He held onto her hands as he turned her all the way around to see the whole package. But even though she wouldn't admit it, she wouldn't have run away anyway. "Mmm, Mmm, Mmm. Yes indeed. Just look at those hose and garter belt. That's sexy! And those burgundy panties." They matched the bra she used to have on. "And I do declare, I believe I see a wet spot in the crotch of those panties. Are you getting excited, Charlotte?" He reached out and touched his fingers to the wet spot. "Oh yeah. That's a wet spot alright."

He brought his fingers to his lips and licked them. "Mmm. Nice." He was behind her now and once again put one hand on a tit and slid the other down to her crotch. She closed her eyes and moaned as he cupped her mound in his hand and softly squeezed. Then he rubbed a finger up and down over her lips. She tried hard not to enjoy what was happening to her, but her body wouldn't let her. She felt more of her juices leaking as he rubbed her.

JJ had closed his eyes. He couldn't bear to watch what was happening. Charlotte's eyes were closed, too, but for a different reason. She felt Alan's hand come up and go back down inside her panties this time. He was kissing her neck and caressing her breasts, and fingering her pussy. And she was enjoying it. It was one of her fantasies coming true. She felt one of Alan's fingers pushing into her and she involuntary spread her legs and squatted slightly. He fingered her for a minute, then pulled his hand out and brought his fingers to his lips again. "Damn! You taste good."

He started to lay her on the bed. "Wait," she said. She considered asking him to take her to the other bedroom so her husband wouldn't have to watch. But decided not to. After what he had done he deserved to have to watch. "Never mind."

She lay there in panties, garter belt, and stockings, watching as Alan undressed. He took off everything except his underwear. Part of her still didn't want this stranger doing anything else to her. But the other part was thoroughly and completely excited and wanting to fuck.

He started fondling her breasts again and leaned over and kissed them and sucked her hard nipples. She pushed her chest up towards him. He started kissing downwards. When he went to remove her panties he discovered he had to unhook her garters first. As he unhooked those he kissed her thighs there. Then he started sliding her panties down. She raised her hips to help. He slid them down her legs and off her feet. "Damn!", he said again, "even your feet are pretty." He kissed each of them and sucked her toes for a minute, which she had never experienced before and thoroughly enjoyed. It made her giggle. He looked up at her. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?" She didn't answer.

He kissed up her legs and then started kissing her pussy. She was leaking like crazy now and he licked up her juices. She moaned and squirmed and spread her legs for him. When she came she tried to not let it show. She bit her lips and suppressed her scream. But she raised her pussy to press against his mouth and her juices flowed. She tried her best to not let him know she wanted this.

She let out a great big sigh and relaxed her hips and let them lower to the bed. He raised up with a big smile on his face and she knew that he knew she had enjoyed it. He stood up and removed his underwear and she gazed at his hard cock. It was a little bigger than JJ's and she was looking forward to having it inside her. He reached down and took her hand and brought it to his cock. She grasped it but didn't do anything with it, still pretending. He moved her hand back and forth on his cock. "That's it," he said and removed his hand. She continued stroking.

Then he stepped closer to her head and pulled her head over towards his cock. She feigned resistance but let him pull her lips to his cock. "Open wide," he said. She opened her mouth when he pushed against her lips. He pushed his cock between her lips and started fucking her mouth. She started moving her head back and forth and tightened her lips around it. He fucked her mouth and felt her tits. In just a minute or so he was shooting his load into her mouth. She pulled her head back as she wasn't a swallower. She had tried it and didn't really care for it. But she did enjoy sucking cocks until they came and letting it shoot all over her face. Which is what she did now.

He climbed up on the bed between her legs and guided his dick into her hot, wet pussy. She spread her legs and he held them up in the air while he fucked her. She moaned, and sighed, and squirmed around, and pushed her pussy towards his cock. After a minute he pulled out, much to Charlotte's disappointment. But he flipped her over, pulled her hips up in the air, and put his hard cock back into her from behind.

She was on her hands and knees and he was thrusting into her from behind. He reached forward and grasped her hanging titties and played with them while he fucked her. When he removed his hands she laid her head down on the bed. She moved her ass backwards and forwards, meeting his thrusts. He reached around and started stroking her clit with his fingers as he fucked her. Again she bit her lip to suppress her screams. She clamped her pussy muscles tighter on his cock and started cumming.

He felt her juices flowing and felt her pussy tighten and knew she was cumming. And he let his go, too. He shot his load into her and remained in her as his cock deflated.

He pulled out then, got off the bed, wiped his cock with a tissue from the box on the nightstand, and got dressed. Charlotte just laid there on the bed. Alan said, "I guess I'll take my money and go now. JJ, you're a piece of shit and I hope you rot in Hell. Charlotte, you are one fine lay. Thank you."

After he left Charlotte got up, got dressed, and untaped JJ. She said, "I'm going to stay at Linda's. I'll be back to get some things tomorrow. Don't be here. Call the cops if you want, but I won't be testifying." Then she went out, got a soda and sat on the sofa thinking about her fantasy that had just been fulfilled. But then it switched to the realization that her marriage was over. Her husband had been cheating for several years and she hadn't known it. But her fantasy had been fulfilled. She didn't know which emotion to feel.