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  How would I react if I found myself in that situation? If I had a beautiful girl in front of me, someone I’d been fantasizing about for the past decade, and suddenly she said I had a chance with her but I had to let her boyfriend watch at the same time?

  Would I go for it? Would I chicken out? Would I be disgusted? It was hard to say.

  I knew if it was a chance to get with Abby again then I definitely would go for it. She just had that effect on me, but then again I also would never be one to let her get away in the first place and find myself in this situation.

  I was letting my mind wander again. I was starting to lose track of time again. Then again, that was probably a good thing. If I was losing track of time then I wasn’t sitting here going crazy thinking about what they were up to. What they were talking about.

  My phone buzzed and I pulled it up so fast that it very nearly slipped out of my grip, very nearly went clattering to the floor. I managed to grab it at the last minute before it went flying off the edge of the bed and I sat there in the glow of my phone.

  Abby: we’re on our way

  I felt as though a bolt of lightning had descended from the heavens and went straight to my heart. Straight to my cock. They were heading back here. She was on her way with him. In a short amount of time, because it never took that long to get anywhere in this town, I’d hear the rumble of his truck and they’d be coming upstairs. My cock was throbbing. It was happening. It was finally happening.

  I was lightheaded to the point that I worried I might actually pass out. Now that would be ironic. I finally get to the point where we were going to make this fantasy a reality after a month of me dreaming about it, and right on the verge of having said fantasy fulfilled I was also on the verge of completely losing consciousness. I’d get an ambulance ride to the hospital instead of getting to see my wife and her ex-boyfriend going at it.

  Only somehow I managed to keep it together. Somehow I managed to maintain consciousness. I stood and looked around the room once more, making sure everything was in place. Though I’m not sure what I was doing exactly. How could everything be in place? She had the bed right there. There was even a chair against the wall that I could sit in and watch.

  I was going to sit in that chair and watch my wife fucking another man. I was going to watch my wife fucking her ex-boyfriend. I couldn’t believe it. I just couldn’t believe it!

  My thoughts were rambling. I was thinking rapid fire. I couldn’t stop though. It was as though my mind was on fire. It was as though the synapses in my brain were firing on overdrive. I definitely felt like my cock was working in overdrive.

  Then I heard it. That rumbling sound that was familiar now even though I’d only heard it once before. They were here. I stopped and listened as it grew closer, as it pulled into her driveway, as the rumbling came to an end and I heard two doors slamming, as I heard the front door to Abby’s house open.

  I licked my lips in anticipation, sitting on the edge of the bed, watching the top of the stairs with a stupid grin on my face. I heard people moving around downstairs, whispering, a giggle. And… Holy shit. Was that the sound of kissing? Were they making out down there?

  I almost went to investigate, but then I heard the sound of feet moving up the stairs. Then Abby appeared with a wide smile on her face. With her chest heaving as though she’d been breathing heavily. With a flush on her face and her clothes slightly disheveled as though somebody had been pawing at her.

  And right behind her was the probable source of the blush. The probable source of those disheveled clothes. David appeared at the top of the steps and grinned at me. Both of them stood there smiling uncertainly.

  I felt numb. I felt lightheaded. It was actually going to happen.

  16: Forbidden Fantasy Fulfilled

  David stepped into the room and looked to Abby and then back to me, suddenly unsure of himself. It was actually refreshing to see him looking unsure of himself like that. I was starting to wonder if that cockiness ever left him or if it was just a show.

  “Abby said you’d be here, but I didn’t quite believe it,” he said.

  “Well believe it,” I said. “Because I sure as hell don’t.”

  He looked between Abby and me one more time. “You sure about this?”

  I looked at Abby and she smiled at me. It was a hesitant and uncertain smile that wasn’t very different from what I imagined was plastered across my own face at the moment, but at least it was a smile.

  It was a good question. Was I sure I wanted this? Well I knew what my cock was telling me, but there was also my rational mind that was screaming at me. That was telling me this was insane. That I shouldn’t be letting any other guy fuck my wife, let alone or some other guy I’d been jealous of for so many years!

  “Yeah, I’m sure,” I said.

  I guess I knew which part of my mind was calling the shots. The brain down below was definitely winning the day.

  David looked to the bed, particularly at the spot I was currently occupying on the bed. Then he looked back to Abby. “So how exactly are we going to do this?”

  And suddenly I realized what he meant. How exactly were they going to do anything if I was on the bed? I quickly hopped up from my spot at the foot of the bed, from my spot where I was inadvertently cock blocking him, and moved over to the chair. As I walked over there I thought about how ridiculous it was that I was worried about cock blocking another guy with my wife. This fantasy had definitely brought me to some very weird places. I took a seat and leaned back to enjoy the show.

  They stared at one another. Abby looked down and blushed. She still seemed slightly unsure of herself. I imagined it was difficult for her to overcome a decade of instinct. The last time she’d been with David she was trying her best to preserve herself for marriage, and now she was a married woman. She was spoken for in the most certain of terms. She had a wedding ring on her finger, and yet that didn’t stop her from taking a step forward. From looking up at him as he wrapped his arms around her. As he pulled her against him.

  My breath caught as they came together. Sure I’d seen them coming together like this the night before when we were in the woods, but there was something different about this. There was something about watching my wife in her old bedroom, watching the arms of her old boyfriend wrapped around her. I wondered how many times they’d just this sort of thing in this room a decade ago, back before she even knew I existed. Back before I knew she existed, that David existed.

  They almost looked like a couple of teenagers exploring one another for the first time, coming together for the first time. There was none of the calm confidence they’d exhibited at the reunion the night before when they were dancing. No, there was a hesitant awkwardness to their movements. He almost seemed unsure of himself. She definitely seemed unsure about having another man wrapping his arms around her.

  Then his lips came down on hers, their lips pressed together and all of that hesitation was gone. It was replaced by hunger. By lust. A lust that I found beating through my own body as I watched them coming together. As I watched my wife melt into her old boyfriend. As I watched them truly give themselves over to each other for the first time in a decade.

  I reached down and ran a finger lightly up and down my cock, not wanting to do anything that would cause me to blow my load just yet but also wanting to enjoy this moment. A light touch seemed like the best way to handle the situation.

  They stood intertwined making out. Abby’s mouth opened to his and I saw her tongue snake out into his mouth. The wet sound of their kissing filled the room. The sound of their heavy breathing was almost as loud as the sound of their kissing. David seemed to be making up for lost time as he ran his hands up and down Abby’s body. As he explored her. First one hand moved down to her ass which he gave a squeeze which elicited a gasp from her. Then he was up with his other hand and exploring her tits through the material of that shirt. I got a thrill as I realized that something very similar to this must have happened the last
time she wore that shirt so many years ago when they were at a bonfire just like the one we’d gone to the night before.

  David’s hand on her tits moved up and then he was working at the buttons, unbuttoning them with a practiced ease that said he was no stranger to this. Which really shouldn’t have been a surprise. I imagined that a hometown hero like him probably got all the ass he wanted, though it was never the ass he really wanted.

  No, he was getting that today.

  As he worked on the buttons on the front of her shirt, exposing more and more of her flesh, exposing the gorgeous rounded tops of her tits that were being held up in that pink bra that had just barely been visible earlier but was completely exposed now, he started angling her over towards the bed. I wondered if she realized exactly what he was doing. I was transfixed as I watched their dance. As I watched her shirt coming open more and more as he guided her back.

  By the time they reached the bed everything was done and the shirt hung down around her. Her beautiful tanned stomach, so flat and so toned, was exposed to him. That pink bra was open to him completely. I licked my lips as he looked down at her, as he took in that sight. He hadn’t gotten a chance to really get a good look at her the night before, and this was probably the first time in a decade that he’d actually had a chance to gaze at my wife’s incredible body. He stared like a man possessed. Then he quickly moved his hand inside her shirt, around her back and with a gasp I saw the bra pop as the clasp came loose in the back. Then he was pushing her down onto the bed, climbing on top of her, though he didn’t bother to take the shirt off completely. He didn’t even bother to pull her bra down. It seemed that he was all about taking his time, all about enjoying the moment.

  And it’s not like I could really blame him for wanting to enjoy the moment. For all he knew this was the only time he was going to get a chance to enjoy my wife’s treasures. Hell, for all I knew this was the only chance he’d get to enjoy my wife’s treasures. I knew I was a more than game it to let this fantasy continue, to try it again, but not necessarily with him and really it all depended on how she reacted today. If she decided this was a no go after this experiment then it was a no go, no matter what I might want.

  Abby gasped as he moved on top of her. She moved her hands down and started pulling up on his form fitting T-shirt. His muscles were revealed inch after inch as she pulled up. His muscular body pressed against hers as their skin came together for the first time in a decade. Both of them were moaning and gasping now, he was grinding himself against her pussy through those impossibly short shorts. Her hips thrust up to meet him as he thrust down. As they dry humped on her pink comforter.

  Abby pulled up, up, on his shirt and then it was over his head. He leaned down, his shaggy hair shaking from side to side as he laughed. She giggled as well as he pulled away from the kiss and then she was yanking his shirt off entirely. He lifted first one arm and then the other, holding his weight up over my wife with his free hand and then she tossed his shirt down to the foot of the bed. He followed the arc and watched as it fell on the floor then turned back to her with a grin on his face.

  “Never thought I’d see that again!”

  Abby giggled again. “I never thought I’d do that again!”

  That he was down on my wife again, his mouth pressing against hers. Only this time there was absolutely no hesitation with their kissing. No, they were immediately making out furiously with their bodies pressing together, his pelvis rocking back and forth as her hips moved up in time with his thrusts. I licked my lips as I watched that, as I imagined where this show was going to go. In a few moments I’d see them thrusting like that completely naked, I’d finally be fulfilling that forbidden fantasy of watching another man pressing his cock deep inside my wife!

  As they made out he pulled down on her shirt. She shifted and pulled first one arm out and then the other. This time it was his turn to toss her shirt off the bed. It landed pretty close to where his had landed and I wondered how many times they’d done this when they were dating back in the day. There was a raw hunger to the way they were devouring one another, to the way they were going at it, but there was also an easy practiced precision as though these were motions they’d gone through countless times.

  And why not? This was a nice private bedroom that dominated the second floor. The living room was right below and her parents’ bedroom were on the other side of the house which, aside from this one area where there was a second floor they’d added when they bought the place, mostly extended out into a long ranch-style house.

  I imagined that back in the day they probably had plenty of time to do plenty of exploring up in this room without her parents interrupting. They were the types who trusted their daughter, who didn’t interrupt her if she had gentlemen company up here. I’d been surprised by that the first time it happened when I visited with her over the holidays back in college, but it had been a pleasant surprise.

  They were getting more hot and heavy now that they were both half naked pressing into one another. Only their shorts separated them. He made quick work of her bra, pulling it down one arm and then the other. He pulled away from the kiss as he moved a hand up to cup one of her tits through her bra, smiling down at her as she grinned up at him and bit her lip.

  I leaned forward. This was incredible. The sight of his hand on my wife’s breast was absolutely intoxicating as he slowly pulled down the pink cup revealing inch after inch of her tanned tits, finally revealing the top of her pink nipples and then pulling it free and sending it flying it down to the floor along with the rest of their clothes.

  Abby was completely topless before him. My gorgeous wife, this beautiful woman who’d been with no man but me since we first got together five years ago, who had my wedding ring on her finger, who stood in front of a church in front of all of our family and friends saying vows to forsake all others but me, was lying with her tits exposed to her ex-boyfriend.

  I knew they still hadn’t gone as far as they probably did back in the day. She’d said that she maintained her virginity, but there was an awful lot of wiggle room between having some fun and not going all the way. Her nipples, delicious pink points that I loved to devour, were straining out towards him. It looked almost painful the way they pressed up.

  Sure she got aroused when she was with me, but it looked like she was especially turned on today from the way she was pressing up towards him. From the way she let out a delicate sigh that turned into a gasp of pleasure as his hand descended on her tit for the first time in a decade. As he started a gentle massaging motion. His eyes were wide and he stared reverently as he massaged my wife’s tits. He was exploring familiar territory, but at the same time it had been so long that it was obvious this was something of a moment for this guy. This was the culmination of ten years of remembering and fantasizing.

  At least I liked to think it was the culmination of ten years of remembering and fantasizing. I know it would be the culmination of ten years of fantasizing and furious jerking off if I was the one in his situation.

  David fell off to the side, though I noticed that when he moved to the side he moved to the side away from me which still gave me a view of Abby. He wasn’t cutting off my show. I smiled and for just a moment he looked up at me and winked. It felt odd that I should be feeling gratitude, should be feeling a sense of solidarity with a man who was going at it with my wife. Who was leaning down and starting to make out with her hot and heavy once again even as I thought about this. Only there it was. He might be fucking my wife, but he was fulfilling a fantasy for all of us, and he was actually being pretty cool about it.

  His hands danced around her tits, feeling them and massaging. Tweaking her nipples and causing her to gasp. Running a circle around her areola. I knew from experience just how much she loved having her tits played with while we were having sex, and it appeared that he knew from the same experience even if his experience was a little out of date.

  David’s hand gave up its exploration of her breasts and
started down. Down her tight stomach, tracing a circle around her belly button that caused her to giggle into his mouth without breaking the kiss. His hand continued its downward exploration until he was moving along the edge of her shorts. He was tracing a light trail along of the beginnings of that delightful V that moved down to her most precious of treasures. He started undoing her pants and then unzipping them.

  His hand disappeared under the small strip of her pink panties just visible where her shorts were unbuttoned. His fingers moved down between her legs and her impossibly tight shorts that bulged out as his fingers filled them. Then one part of the bulge disappeared and my wife let out a gasp, moved her hands around his neck and around his body to pull his muscular torso against her as his finger pressed up inside her. That bulge started moving in and out, slow at first but with an increasing intensity. My wife started moving her hips up to meet the thrust of his finger. She cried out in time with his thrusts.

  I watched in fascination. I imagine not been able to have sex had forced him to get really good at other things. I’d fingered her, I still did from time to time, but I never got the reaction from her that he was getting in this moment. I’d never quite heard that symphony of gasps and moans. I wasn’t sure if that was because he was just so damned good at it or if it was because she was just so damned turned on by the whole situation. I’d have to ask her about that later. I’d definitely have to try and step up my game when it came to things other than fucking.

  David pulled away from the kiss and looked down at her. Locked eyes with her. She stared up at him with her mouth open, opening wider and then closing as she took in deep shuddering gasps, as her hips churned to meet every thrust of his fingers. As she was literally fucking his fingers and it looked like she was enjoying every moment of it.

  “This is bringing back some memories,” he said.