A Couple Fantasise in Bed

My wife Kate is a beautiful, curvaceous brunette with stunning blue eyes, a sexy body, and a great set of 34DD tits. But she is much more than that. She is the absolute centre of my universe. We don't keep secrets because there is no need to, especially when it comes to sex, fantasies, or attraction to other people.

We started dating at twenty-five then got married at twenty-eight. A year into our marriage, which is still going strong to this day, I came home from work to find her flirting with the builder who was erecting two walls in the back garden of our new home. Proper walls replacing the fences.

Mike, our forty-eight-year-old builder, came highly recommended through a work colleague of mine. He was a tall, strapping guy, well-built with big arms, a broad upper body, and salt-and-pepper hair. He called round, had a good look at the job, nice and friendly, then emailed us the reasonable quote. No red flags at all.

Until, like I said, I came home to find my wife flirting with him. It was harmless chatty laughter between the pair as Mike packed his tools away, mutual attraction. I didn't detect any lines being crossed or signs that Kate was planning to screw our builder. She can be over friendly with guys, forgetting the way they gaze at her.

My wife looked beautiful clad in a tight, strapless white and blue floral summer dress, featuring a twisted knot at the centre of her body, enhancing her inviting cleavage. Her long, brown hair waved past her shoulders, accentuated by a decorative silver clip on the right side.

I stepped into the garden, asking how it was going, even though I could see the walls were ahead of schedule. A normal conversation ensued before Mike left. I helped cook dinner, but I couldn't resist teasing Kate. She threw a dish towel at me, laughing and blushing. I didn't mind. It turned me on to catch her flirting.

Much later in bed, softly kissing and gently caressing, I rolled her flat on her back and turned my body, so I was lying on my side facing her.

"Close your eyes and just listen to my voice," I whispered softly into my wife's ear, tracing a finger down her neck and the side of her throat. "Cast your mind back to this afternoon. Can you picture yourself in that sexy, strapless dress?"

"Yes," Kate sighed, relaxing under my sensual touch with her eyes closed.

"Good, now picture yourself in the garden with Mike while I'm at work." I kept my breath and voice close, touching her skin. "Do you notice the way he keeps looking at you? It's very flattering, isn't it?"

"Yes," she breathed a little shallower as my finger travelled slowly across her collarbone, then out along the top of her shoulder, where it paused for a second.

"Be completely honest... you find him attractive, don't you?" I breathed into her ear as I reversed the path of my finger slowly, moving it back to the start, then down and out along her shoulder again.

"Ohhh..." my wife sighed, tongue across her top lip before it went back in again.

I switched to her other side, tracing my finger there too. "His eyes keep glancing at you. On the way the strapless summer dress compliments your curvy body. Your heavy chest. Your narrow waist, and your softly rounded hips and backside. You know he wants you, don't you, Kate?"

My wife exhaled a long breath then ran her tongue right across her top lip, giving it some moisture as she listened intently. My cock was already rock hard, but this wasn't about me. This was all about her.

"You know he finds you attractive, and you both know the dress is doing its job of highlighting how hot and curvy you are."

From her right shoulder, the one furthest away from me, I glided my finger down her outer arm to her wrist, then back up her softer, inner arm. When I reached the tender skin near her freshly shaven armpit, I slowed my finger even more.

"Ohhh..." she sighed again, her chest rising a little higher now with each breath.

"Your long, wavy brown hair falls past your shoulders, the clip on the side adding a touch of casual elegance. To men like Mike, you radiate sex and class. He wants to get inside you... doesn't he, Kate? You sense he wants to touch you."

"Yes..." she breathed, licking her top lip again, head tilting back into the pillow when I drew a slow line down the middle of her sternum. I circled outward under her right breast, then the other, staying on the soft underside and the outer curve, rather than going for her taut, sensitive nipples, though very tempting they were.

"He hasn't stopped thinking about you in that dress, displaying a cleavage that demands attention. Your smile widened the moment you saw his reaction, staring for longer than is appropriate to stare at another man's wife on a job. Now you can't stop those sexy blue eyes of yours from glancing at him curiously, can you?"

"Oh... Harry..."

"It's ok, you can admit it," I said, smirking as my fingertip grazed the side of her right breast before gradually spiralling closer to her inviting, dark-pink nipple. "Tell me."

"Yes... I like him looking at me..." she confessed with a deep sigh, pressing into my touch at the precise moment I brushed her nipple. "Ohhhh... Harry..."

"You are not thinking about me. You are reacting naturally to his penetrating gaze. He sees a beautiful, full-figured woman, a curious wife who looks tempted by whatever he might have to offer if she's willing... while her husband is at work."

"Oh, touch me," my wife pleaded, opening her legs as she gripped the bedsheet.

"Patience," I teased, moving my finger down the side of her ribs and into the soft curve of her waist, tracing the natural indent before reversing to go back up. "He's thinking about how good you would look on your knees, sucking his big cock."

"Ohhh..." she trembled, clearly imagining the scene better than I thought she would.

I brought my finger back down to her lower abdomen, just above her clean-shaven pubic bone, where I drew slow, horizontal lines and circles above her most sensitive erogenous zone. My finger drifted outward over her hip and outer thigh then back in.

"Touch me..." she demanded weakly, arching her back in desperate need.

"He wants to bend you over the kitchen table in that blue and white floral dress with your tits out, Kate. He wants you spreadeagled on your back while he watches them bounce and tells you how wet you are. He wants to fill your pussy with his cum before I arrive home."

"Oh fuck..." my wife quivered helplessly as I finally reached her inner thighs, starting close to her knee before stroking upward toward where she needed touching more than anywhere else.

"You cast him a mischievous smile, you know the one I am talking about. Then he puts his tools down and follows you into the house, all sweaty and dirty from working in the sun all day," I whispered.

"Oh, yes..." she panted with my whole hand now resting over her pulsating mound for a few tantalising seconds.

"You feel his eyes on your swaying hips... then he closes the back door, draws the blinds, and puts his grubby, calloused hands on your waist, dirtying the pristine fabric you wore that morning for him."

"Yes... yes..." my bubbling wife gasped as I slid two fingers down between her legs.

Starting on the outside of her outer, swollen lips, I stroked slowly and lightly up and down the length of them. Soaking wet and on fire, her cunt opened for my hand. Obliging such an invite, I used my free hand to gently hold one thigh open while moving my fingers inside, curling them toward my wife's very sensitive front wall.

"Ohhhhhh..." she groaned, pressing her palms into the mattress as she arched.

"He backs you against the kitchen table," I whispered hoarsely, getting sucked into the fantasy myself as I gently fingered her with my palm rubbing her clit. "He kisses your neck. You tilt your head, gripping his arms. You want this, don't you?"

"Ohhhh... yes..." my wife breathed faster, pushing against my hand.

"He drops to one knee... slides the dress up your thighs... bunching it at your hips... then presses his mouth on your damp panties between your legs... right there on our kitchen table," I detailed, pulling my fingers out and rubbing her folds, edging.

"Uhhh... I was so close," my wife moaned.

"You gasp, grabbing the table for balance," I said, making her gasp when I pushed my fingers inside her again. "He pulls your panties aside, using his finger and tongue to make you tremble, legs shaking around his head as you come."

"Don't stop," my wife responded, grabbing my wrist.

"Don't stop what I'm saying or doing?" I asked softly, wanting to know where her head was at.

"Both," she answered on the verge of an orgasm.

"Once you have caught your breath, you pull him up, kiss him hard, then start on his belt. Your strapless dress stays on, but he pulls the front down to free your tits. He caresses them, pinches your nipples while you take out his hard, thick cock."

"Yes... keep going..." my wife pleaded breathlessly.

"You drop to your knees, taking him in your mouth as his fingers glide through your silky, brown hair. You work him with your hand and mouth like a slut, until he is gripping your hair, breathing through his teeth, about to cum down your throat."

"Harder..." my wife panted. I moved my two fingers deeper, pressing firmer.

"He doesn't want to cum down your throat, so he pulls you to your feet, turns you around, bending you over the table, face down, and holds your panties aside while he slowly fills you with his cock. You need it so badly, you arch and push back to take him deeper, moaning his name."

"Oh fuck... I'm gonna come..." my wife gasped for air.

"That's it, Kate," I hissed, fingering her hard and deep, her big tits jiggling. "Come for our builder as he fucks your married pussy over the kitchen table. Just as you are now, lost, eyes closed, lips parted, taking every thrust. You coming, Kate?"

"Yes! Fuck yes!" my wife cried out.

"He follows you over the edge. Can you feel him buried deep, pulsing inside your tight pussy, flooding you with his cum?"

"Ohhhh, fuck?" my wife damn near exploded on my fingers, pulling the bedsheet off the mattress as she writhed in ecstasy, drenching my hand in juices.

"How was that for you?" I smiled, removing my hand from between her legs.

"That was hot, but I'm not fucking our builder," she said, climbing on top.

"I hope not," I chuckled, as she straddled my lap and impaled herself on my cock. "But maybe one day I will get to watch you getting fucked by someone else?"

"Are you sure you want that, Harry?" Kate grinned, moving her hips in circles. "You want to watch me doing this to another man? His cock and cum inside me?"

"Fuck yeah, I do," I groaned on the flip slide of the role play I had started.

"Yeah? What turns you on about it?" she asked, hitting my hands away from her tits when I tried to grab them. "You can look but you can't touch," she said.

"You. You are what turns me on about it," I answered, flooding her cunt with warm cum as I watched her big tits bouncing.