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  Sean leaned in again. His words were just a breath caressing my ear. “I really like the idea of you fucking another guy.”

  I blinked. “Bullshit.”

  “Scout’s honor,” he said. “Want to know a secret?”

  I swallowed. This was almost more than I could take. I was suffering from overload. I felt lightheaded. What the hell was going on here?

  “Sure, I guess I could go for a secret,” I said, not quite sure if I could actually handle any more revelations, but what the hell. What was one more crazy thing next to everything that already happened?

  “That’s a big part of the reason why I got so crazy back right before we got engaged,” he said. “I think those accusations were party because I hoped you would be cheating on me. It turned me on so fucking much!”

  I reeled. This was crazy. This was filling in blanks and suddenly things were starting to make a hell of a lot more sense. That jealousy hadn’t come out of nowhere. That jealousy wasn’t even jealousy, not entirely. It was him fishing for some sort of fantasy.

  A fantasy that had wormed its way into my mind back during that argument. A fantasy that intrigued me even more now that he was admitting this to me.

  “So what do you think?”

  “About all this? It’s really kind of crazy…”

  “No, I’m not talking about the whole confession thing. What do you think about the idea of fucking another guy?”

  I turned and looked out across the dance floor. What did I think of that? There were so many hot guys out there dancing. So many hot guys that I could see myself getting with. So many guys I imagined getting with ever since that argument and the idea of stepping out on Sean first occurred to me.

  And now it sounded like he was giving me permission.

  I locked eyes with him. “I just don’t know Sean. The idea is hot, but I don’t know if I could go that far. It all seems so crazy!”

  A part of me almost thought he was trying to catch me in a trap. Trying to see if I would be willing to cheat on him. I thought back to how intense that argument got back the first time around. That was exactly the kind of tense argument that could lead to him being devious like this.

  Only it didn't make sense for him to be devious like this after so many years. There were just so many things that didn't make sense about this being some sort of game he was playing, while it all made sense if I plugged in the fact that he was turned on by this. It cast our old argument in a whole new light.

  I just wondered why the hell he was bringing this up now.

  "Maybe it is crazy," he said. "But is it any crazier than other things we've tried?"

  "Well… Yeah. Actually it is a hell of a lot crazier than anything else we've ever tried before!"

  He leaned in. Whispered in my ear as he pulled me around the dance floor. "But isn't it hot? I can feel how warm you are. I know how much this turns you on. That's why I'm telling you now. I've seen the way you look when you see guys looking at you, and I'm just drunk enough to not care about the consequences as long as I get the answer I want."

  I bit my lip. Okay then. That was one question answered, but still. This was all so sudden. This was all so out of character. So different from anything I'd come to expect from him.

  I looked up at him. "You're really serious? You're not bullshitting me?"

  He held a hand up. "I'm completely serious. I promise. This is something I'd like to try with you."

  "I think I could see myself trying it," I said. "Though there are no promises about what would happen after. You might not like it if it turns out I like it too much!"

  Sean grinned. "Oh I think I would like it very much!"

  He wheeled me around and I felt myself being pulled towards the door. Meanwhile a glance up at the clock showed that it was still a good half hour until midnight.

  "Sean? What are you doing? The party isn't over yet!"

  "The party’s over down here," he said. "After that confession we're moving up to our room!"

  "Damn baby," I said, but at the same time I couldn't exactly argue with him.

  I felt just as hot as he did. I’d felt his cock pressing against me, and to be honest I'd imagined that it was another man's cock pressing against me as I moved around the dance floor. This fantasy was sudden, but it was also turning me on, and I needed a release in a major way!

  I paused right before we got to the exit to the ballroom. Turned and looked out over the dance floor one last time.

  "What are you waiting for honey?" Sean asked.

  I looked up at him, a twinkle in my eye. "I was just looking at the guys out there. Trying to decide which ones I would like to take back to our room and fuck tonight instead of you…"

  Sean closed his eyes and took in a deep breath. He let it out and his entire body shuddered. His grip tightened on my own. Damn. Talk about an overwhelming response! A response that caused me to get more than a little excited. Hair stood on end all over my body as goose bumps broke out. My nipples strained against the padded material of my dress.

  And I found myself wishing that I actually could bring one of those guys up to our room. Not that it would be possible tonight. Sure we could probably find a guy who’d be interested, but this was mostly a couples event and peeling off one half of a couple would end up causing far more drama than it was worth.

  "In that case you take all the time you need baby," Sean said.

  "I think I've had enough time," I said. "How about we go upstairs and work out a little more of this fantasy?"

  "Fuck yeah!"

  And so we turned and left the ballroom where we'd spent entirely too much money for the privilege of drinking overpriced drinks and dancing. Not that I cared. No, this new revelation was far more interesting than any dinner and dancing we could do.

  14: New Old Fantasy

  Damn it, this was supposed to be an express elevator wasn’t it? Wasn't it supposed to get up to our floor fast? Well it wasn't going fast enough for me.

  We were alone in the elevator. Almost I was tempted to rip her dress off right here and fuck her against the wall, but I didn't. For one there was a very real possibility that the elevator could stop, ding, the doors would open, and we'd be exposed to whoever was on the other side of those doors. The other danger was up in the corner. A small camera blinking happily to let me know it was recording everything.

  Assuming it wasn't a dummy camera. I wasn't going to take any chances though. No, far better to sit back, relax, and enjoy this interminable ride up to our hotel room and stare at Madison to distract me during the ride.

  Her dress really was something else. It was the kind of dress that would give me a hard on whether or not I'd just revealed my deepest and darkest fantasy to her. It was the quintessential little black dress, but it had some sort of material that reflected the light and created a sparkling effect wherever the light hit her.

  It was also low cut enough that it revealed plenty of her chest. I couldn't get enough as I stood next to her. As I imagined all the other guys in that ballroom staring at her and getting that same view of her chest.

  I'd been so good over the past few years. Since that night when this obsession very nearly ruined our relationship. I'd managed to keep it relegated to watching online porn that never really fit the bill because it was always the same old boring porn scenario but with a cheating wife thrown in for good measure. I'd read stories. I'd fantasized in my own head without ever letting that fantasy touch reality.

  I'd certainly never done something as stupid as trying to subconsciously push Madison into the arms of another man with my stupid prodding. No, I wasn't going to do anything like that. Not anymore.

  "I can't believe this," Madison said.

  "I can't believe it either," I said.

  "You know that argument we had makes a hell of a lot more sense now," she said.

  "Really?" I asked.

  I wasn't entirely comfortable talking about that argument. That was the argument that had nearly ended our relati
onship. It was also the argument that had taken our relationship to the next level, but still. I thought of the negative more than the positive when I thought back on that time.

  Maybe it was time to start thinking of it in a different light. Particularly if Madison was into this.

  And there was no doubt in my mind that she was into it. No, I'd seen the way she looked around when she stood up. It was something she usually did when she knew there were guys around her. She liked watching them watching her, and that was perfectly fine with me. I was partial to watching guys watching her as well. I’d just never had the courage to bring it up.

  Sure there had been at times over the years when I'd been tempted to say something. It just never come up.

  I'm not sure what was different about tonight. Maybe it was a combination of her looking around and checking out guys checking her out and all the alcohol I'd had through the evening. Plus the raging hard on I had from seeing her in that dress. That raging hard on started the first time she sent me a picture from the changing room at the mall when she was on her lunch break at work, and it lasted right up until this moment. I'd seen the way guys looked at her, and fuck was that hot!

  "So what would you have said if I told you I wanted to take a guy up here tonight?" Madison said.

  I reeled. Was this really my wife? It was difficult adjusting to her acting like this after so many years of fantasizing about her doing this and never actually having it happen. I'd been completely wrong about her just enjoying other guys looking at her. No, from the way she was acting right now she obviously got off on it! Maybe as much as I did!

  "I would've told you to go get him to join us," I said.

  Madison turned to face me. Stared into my eyes. "You're completely serious, aren't you?"

  "What have I been telling you tonight? Do you still not believe me or something

  "I guess I'm just having trouble adjusting to the idea," she said.

  "Well I'd like you to more than adjust to the idea. I want to try this!"

  "We'll see. Let's try the fantasy first. See where that goes."

  "Baby steps are fine with me," I said.

  What I had no intention of telling her was that it already felt like we'd taken a hell of a lot more than a baby step with this. Just telling her that I was into the idea of her with another guy was a major step. It was something I'd always been slightly convinced would lead to the end of our relationship, and now that it hadn't, well let's just say I was going wild. I felt like my cock was going to rip through my pants before we even had a chance to get up to the hotel room.

  We were quiet for the rest of the ride up. We were quiet until we got to our room. I fumbled with the key card as I swiped it and waited for the light to turn green. As we stepped into the room I could hear fireworks already starting to go off at various places in the city, though a glance at my watch showed that it was still a good ten minutes until the new year.

  As soon as we were through the door Madison was on me. She practically vaulted herself up and I was more than happy to grab her ass and give it a squeeze.

  Her dress was so fucking short that I was greeted with her bare ass. Only a thong on underneath. I was dizzy as I imagined that I was some random guy that we picked up down there in that ballroom getting to feel her ass.

  It was easy enough to get into that headspace. It was a place I'd gone to often enough when I was fantasizing and jerking off, after all.

  I imagined her approaching some guy. Getting up close with him. Giving him a good view of her tits which were shown off quite nicely in that dress. I imagined him staring down, not quite believing the chance he was getting with this hottie. The disbelief as he realized she was married but he was still going to get to fuck her.

  And so as I felt my wife up while we made out against the hotel door I was almost having an out of body experience. An out of body experience where my body became another man's body as I imagined his feelings. It was one of the draws of this turn on for me. Putting myself in the place of another guy enjoying my wife.

  For a year or two I was convinced that was the only way I was ever going to get to enjoy this fantasy with Madison, and it was a little funny that I was still doing it and now that we'd opened up the possibility of doing a hell of a lot more.

  "This is hot," Madison said. "Would you believe I haven't been able to get the thought of getting with another guy out of my head ever since that argument?"

  That brought me up short. All of the fun stopped.

  "Are you serious?" I asked.

  She bit her lip, a sure sign that she thought she was being a naughty girl, and nodded. "You put the idea in my head. I can't help it!"

  "I put the idea in your head?"

  She molded her body against mine. It was a steady warmth against my own body, and I had to concentrate for a moment to keep from ripping her clothes off there and fucking her against the door.

  That would’ve been fun, but it would be far more interesting to hear exactly what it was she was talking about.

  "You were always going on about me getting with other guys. Accusing me of cheating on you. There were times that I thought if I was going to get yelled at for doing those things then maybe I should just go ahead and do them. You made me that mad!"

  I felt dizzy. I reeled from this new information. As I realized how close I'd gotten to actually fulfilling this fantasy in my own fucked up way. How close had she been? Had anything actually happened between her and another guy?

  I licked my lips. I almost didn't want to know, but at the same time I had to know. The obsession had roared back to life despite attempting to avoid it for so many years, and it wasn't going to be satisfied until I got everything out of her.

  "So did you ever actually do anything?"

  "Wouldn't you like to know?" she said with a thin smile. A naughty smile that, along with that whole lip biting thing, usually meant she was up to something.

  "I think I want to know now," I said.

  I moved across the room carrying her along with me. Hit the bed and she flew forward. She landed and bounced once, giggling the entire time.

  "Tell me what happened," I said.

  "You mean what happened when I was doing that group work back then? Are you thinking about me getting so pissed off that I would tell them I wanted them to fuck me right there?"

  "Maybe something like that," I said. Amazing how closely the fantasy she came up with matched the fantasy I came up with a few years back. The fantasy that had been a fixture of my fantasy life ever since.

  I reached down and pulled her dress up until her ass and pussy were revealed to me. That thong really didn’t cover much. I could tell she was turned on, too. Moisture leaked out from around the edges of her thong. Her breathing picked up, and she reached up and pulled down the straps of her dress until her tits bounced free and her dress was bunched up at her middle.

  "Wouldn't you like to think about your wife on some table in the library with her clothes bunched up around her like this? A couple of guys on either end of me plowing me?"

  I shivered and worked at my pants. Pulled them down and my cock sprang free. I moved forward. Positioned my cock at her entrance.

  "Are you saying something happened? Did you really keep that secret for this long?"

  Madison closed her eyes and opened her mouth. Gasped in a delicious way as my cockhead made contact with her pussy.

  "You mean a secret like the one you kept all these years? How you got turned on thinking about me with another guy? Is that the kind of secret you're talking about?"

  I moved forward. My cock slipped inside her just a little. And in my head I imagined that I was one of the guys from that group project all those years ago sliding my cock inside her. I imagined I was a guy down at the ballroom below who got a chance with her and was sinking his cock inside her.

  Basically I was overwhelmed with the desire to fuck her, but at the same time I held off. I needed to hear whether or not what she was telling was anyth
ing approaching the truth.

  "What if I didn't do anything with my group? Who was that guy you were so jealous of?"

  "Tyler," I said. "But you know exactly who he is, don't you?"

  "I do," she said. "I just wanted to make sure you remembered his name. I know how it used to drive you wild seeing him looking at me when we went to parties at his place."

  "It did," I said.

  This was getting to be too much for me. Standing here at the edge of the bed with her mostly naked in front of me and talking about all these guys I'd imagined time and time again while I was jerking off over the years? I was going to have a very premature problem if she kept this up for much longer!

  "So how would you feel if I said I did something with Tyler?"

  "Yeah? What did you do with Tyler?"

  I started moving in and out, but I was slow. So very slow. I was on the edge constantly now. My body tingled all over. Pleasure was exploding at the end of every nerve ending in my body, and it was all I could do to keep a handle on this.

  Madison bit her lip for a moment and looked up towards the headboard. It ruined the effect of what she was trying to go for somewhat. If she had to look up like that then it meant she was thinking about this. Thinking about this meant she was probably making it up, but I really didn't care.

  Even hearing her saying the words like this drove me wild. Even knowing that she probably wasn’t quite telling the truth I was going insane.

  "I called him after you left that night. The whole reason I wanted to take a break was so I could get you out. I knew he was coming over," she said.

  I groaned. I sank my cock inside her. And yet, oddly enough, as I moved my cock in and out of her it wasn't Tyler fucking her that was the most prominent thing on my mind.

  No, oddly enough I was thinking about Kyle of all things. About that first night when he tried interrupt us. I thought about how much he would love to have the opportunity that I had right now. How much he would enjoy fucking my wife. And I wondered what it would be like to have him fuck her now, all these years later.

  I shook my head. What the hell was wrong with me? It was as though I was focused almost exclusively on that asshole for some reason.