A happily married couple have an unexpected opportunity to fulfil a naughty fantasy .... or two ... or three
When a husband and wife know each other's fantasies, if a small window of opportunity presents itself, they both should take full advantage.
My wife and I are both 44yo and have been happily married for 22 years, and have been completely faithful to each other ..
… well, as far as I know..
But many times when we’ve been in that certain “mood”, we’ve discussed our fantasies at great length, and many are compatible and complementary.
That neatly brings me to that weekend two years ago when my 19yo nephew came to stay with us for a couple of nights. Having completed his brick-layer and home-construction courses at trade school in the UK with two certificates of ‘distinction’, my brother had given him a few thousand dollars and told him to go on a four months back-packing holiday around Australia before he got stuck into the routine of what was sure to be an arduous and demanding career.
And that’s how this strapping and handsome young man came to be standing on my doorstep on that warm Saturday morning in the western suburbs of Sydney, looking for a place to stay for a couple of nights.
Of course we gave him a warm, family welcome. He is my brother's son after all.
He'd been in Sydney for three nights already, staying with the parents "of a friend of a friend" from college. Those good folks had shown him around all the touristy sights, so he said he just wanted a quiet, chill weekend exchanging all the family goss updates with his favorite uncle ......... his only uncle, meaning me.
On Saturday afternoon I asked if he wanted to go out to a nightclub a bit later, but he said he was quite happy to just hang and chill with my wife and I, but could we have one of those famous Aussie barbies as we chin-wagged over a couple of ice-cold beers ...... which we did, as we all looked through some old family photos.
My wife, Cassandra, and Mark had never met before, but I could see there was definitely an immediate connection. I wouldn't have called it electric, but there certainly was an easy and mutual attraction.
Which is why I said what I said, as we sat around the outdoor table sipping our beers, or in my wife's case, wine, on that warm Saturday evening in Sydney.
"Hey Mark, I usually have an early round of golf at the local links on Sunday mornings, while Cassandra has a late, lazy lay in bed. I just wondered if you wanted to come with, or would you rather stay at home and entertain my missus."
It was like I'd set off a flash-bomb right there on the table, as my wife and Mark looked wide-eyed and blinking at each other, then at me, then back to each other, then they both started speed-talking all at once ....
Apparently it wasn't a good idea ..... Unspoken, I could see they both found the prospect exciting, intriguing and provocative, sure, and something both of them had probably secretly considered ..... but .........
I smiled to myself as I watched their impromptu garble of lame, self-defense, paranoid excuses, until it was deemed that as far as random ideas went, this was not a very good one.
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Later that night, as Cassandra and I were laying side by side in our bed in the dim glow of our timer-set bed-side lamp, waiting for sleep to take us away, she turned to me and spoke...
"You haven't played golf on a Sunday morning for ages ... just exactly what was that all about?"
"And what do we usually do instead?" I quietly asked.
"So you ..... ?" my wife started, then a brief pause. "Oh, you dirty old man. You think with you out of the house I might've ..... we could've ...."
"I don't think .... I know .... I've seen the way you look at him ... and the way he looks back .... and the way he checks out your ass should be a criminal offence."
"Well, it ain't gonna happen, buster. I'm quite happy with you .... now stop talking and go to sleep before I punch you."
She then swirled the bedsheets and turned her back.
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At 7.30am the next morning, after bleary-eyed cups of coffee and with my golf clubs in the back of my SUV, Mark and I headed for the local golf links.I texted Cassandra to inform her we'd be home about 11am, and after a shower, we could all go for a steak counter-lunch at the local tavern and shoot some pool on one of their 50 cent tables ...... Which is exactly what we did.
Cassandra had ***********ed a skimpy white top and a short, summer skirt for our luncheon and pool-table date, and I noticed that every time she bent over to take her shot, somehow Mark had managed to be standing three steps behind her ..... which confirmed exactly what I already knew.
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When we got home late afternoon we mutually agreed to go have a siesta nap, and meet up in the kitchen at 7pm for a cold chicken salad and a couple of beers (or wine) and a chat before a couple of comedy movies .... which we did ..... "The Hangover" and "Scary Movie"....
At 11pm we all said our goodnights and headed off to our bedrooms .... with Mark in our spare bedroom down the hall.
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As my wife and I lay side by side in our bed in the dimness of our bedside lamp, I turned to her and spoke softly into her ear,
"Mark is leaving tomorrow."
"I know," she quietly answered towards the ceiling.
Then in my best, erotic, asmr whisper, I breathed into her ear >>>
“So why don’t you go see if he needs tucking in?”
“You serious?” she asked, almost in a croak, and with an audible gulp for air inside her throat, her words still directed at the ceiling, seemingly not wanting to look me eye to eye.
“Sure, why not? But tell him to send you back when you're all done.”
My wife turned away from me and slowly eased out from under the covers, and didn’t look back as her bare feet carried her slowly towards our closed bedroom door, with her short, silk camisole clinging tightly to her slim, five foot two frame, and barely covering the twin globes of her pantied, round ass.
When her hand reached out and grasped the door handle she seemed to freeze, standing motionless for quite a long moment. She then twitch-tossed her head causing her long blonde hair to shimmy on her back …. and with one swish of the door, she was gone.
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I'd just started to doze as I lay on my side with my back to the door when I heard it quietly open and click closed.
I glanced at the clock as I felt the rustle of bed-sheets and the mattress compress beside me.
She’d been gone for an hour and twenty minutes.
When she gently leaned over I could smell the distinct aroma of her honeyed perspiration … an aura I knew only too well …. a mix of torrid exertion and sweet, musky glow. .... She whispered softly into my ear.
“Thank you.”
I calmly replied, “You’re welcome” … and sincerely meant it.
I then felt my wife’s body edge even closer, until I felt the heat of her naked breasts nuzzling against my naked back.
“Does he really have to leave tomorrow?” my wife quietly asked.
“Damn right he does,” I said firmly. “I’m gonna drive him to the coach station myself.”
“Oh,” was my wife’s short, subdued reply. She sounded disappointed.
“But the coach is the overnight red-eye to Brisbane and won’t be leaving ‘til late afternoon ….. And you wanna know something else? I’ll be out of the house all morning, so you’ll have to keep Mark entertained all by yourself.”
“Oh", she responded with a surprised, melodic chirp, obviously caught off guard by my unexpected revelation and its loaded implications, then after a long pause ....
"Well, I’m sure I’ll come up with something.”
Then after another long pause she breathed …..
“I really do love you, you know that?”
“You can show me how much tomorrow night.”
“I promise,” was her short, sweet reply.
She gave me a tight, squishy hug goodnight, and within moments we both fell asleep.
Tomorrow would be another day.
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I snuck out of the house at 6am the next morning, with both Cassie and Mark still in their own beds.
I sent Cassie a text shortly after, stating I'd be home at exactly 1pm.
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It was precisely that time when I walked into my home, to find a note on the coffee table, which had been moved to a position a mere two feet inside the door.
"" Thank you so much, Uncle Patrick. Visiting you has been the highlight of my trip so far. I hope you don't mind but I've taken a couple of pics to remind me of my stay. I've made my own arrangements to get to the coach station. I'll give your regards to my Dad and I'll look forward to your UK visit next year, and I'll try my best to return the favor ... Thanks again, hugs and best wishes, MARK ... ""
Then in a different handwriting there was more ....
p.s. there is an extra special gift awaiting in the bedroom ... I'm sure you'll find it exciting ..
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I rushed up the stairs and into my bedroom and the sight I found stopped me dead in my tracks.
Cassie was completely naked and laying spread eagle on our bed, but the words she spoke were infinitely more exciting.
""Six lousy bastards broke in while I was in the shower, and when they saw I was naked they dragged me out and threw me on the bed. They took turns at me, honey, all six of them, all with huge cocks, then they left me like this and all ran off. I tried to fight them, honey, but I didn't stand a chance, so I just lay naked on my back and let 'em do me ..... and there definitely were six, 'cos I counted the lousy scumbags as they all stood in line to take their turn. They all raped me, honey, one after the other, so it's official .... your wife has been certified gang-raped. I tried to stop them, honey, I really tried, but they had knives and guns and I truly couldn't escape .... but before they left they gave me strict instructions .... that my bitch-boy husband should strip himself naked and use his sissy, wet tongue to clean me up ... I think they've left a camera, so you'd best do as they say so they will know.... in fact, they said that from now on you're gonna do exactly everything I say, or else they'll come back ..... and they've told me ..... if they do come back, then next time they're gonna take turns to gang-rape my ass, then bash you real bad and all take a turn at your ass,,, so come on bitch-boy, you know what to do ... get up here and get your wet tongue in where it belongs. ....... ""
As I followed her harsh command and crawled naked onto the mattress to perform my first-ever, genuine, clean-up duties on my wife's recently used and cum-filled pussy ..... and with those disturbing threats of a harsh beating and ass-rape swirling through my thoughts, I was more aroused than I ever could remember ......
Oh, Cassie, you angel, you've got me .... from now on, I'll be your good and obedient toy.