Rachel fights the urge

[Gareman]

OOC: This thread is for myself and MissTaken... We may need assistance later, but we need to start it alone...


Ken and Rachel had been married for ten years... His job kept him on the road for long stretches and away from his loving wife Rachel. They had 2 children, Holly (8) and Billy (5)...

Ken is 6'0" 180 Lbs... 35 years old... Dark hair, brown eyes... and account executive for a large pharmaceudical firm.


IC: God, I hated these damned road trips. This one would be a two week stint, traveling to the West Coast. I could see the sadness in Rachel's eyes when I told her that our family vacation would have to be put on hold, again. I had just gotten back from a trip and really thought I'd be home for a while...

I could also sense a loneliness in my wife. She really hasn't had a fulltime husband for the last three years. The promotion has been wonderful, but there is definitely a downside... Maybe I should have refused it... but I wanted what I thought was best for my family...

 

[MissTaken]

Rachel

OOC: Rachel is 5'5", 135 pounds, curly brown hair and hazel eyes. At 39 years old, she is a legal secretary at an up and coming law firm that specializes in corporate issues.

She dresses for the job in short skirts and heels. Her hair is well kept and she requires little make up. After all, she needs to represent the firm and hers is the first personal contact made by potential clients.

IC: Monday morning and he is leaving on another of these damn business trips. She is quiet as she makes his coffee and watches him pack his suitcase. She thinks to herself, "I might as well be a single mother, at this rate."

The kids are clamoring around downstairs looking for lunch money as they do every day.

She says to herself, "They are used to his leaving. Why can't I get used to it? In three years, you would think...."

He places a hand delicately on her shoulder as if to beckon her into an embrace. Instead, she stands still fighting the tears that so want to fall.

 

[Gareman]

I look at my beautiful wife, the mother of my children and can't help but reflect on the early years of our marriage. We struggled to make end meet, back then. But we had everything else...

Rachel and I were so in love. We spent every waking hour together... making love... making plans for our future...

Now, I feel a distance. Not only in miles, but also emotionally...

God, I want to make love to her, right now. To go back in time and be the way we used to be.

But I've got to leave to catch my flight...

I walk over and give her a quick kiss. She is busy getting the kids ready for school and tries to be strong in front of them.

"I love you," I whisper, as I look into her eyes. I see a small tear forming, and I wipe it away, gently. "I'll call you from the hotel," I say smiling devilishly. She nods, understanding the hidden meaning in my words.


Kissing the children, I rush out the door, wondering where my life was taking me... Wondering where my marriage was going...

 

[MissTaken]

rachel

IC: She bites her lip as he leaves, knowing the tears will fall. She wonders when and where all this will end. There is no time for introspect now.
She drives the children to school and kisses them on the cheek.
"Have a great day, you two."
Then arrives at work. There she sits quietly taking care of her Monday routine. There are several messages on the voice mail from the weekend and she has several appointments to schedule.

Soon, her boss arrives. Mr. Carlisle is dressed as usual in his dark business suit. At 45, he appears to be much younger. She knows his schedule and is well aware of his efforts to stay fit. The gym on Mon Wed and Fri and tennis on Tues and Thurs.

She smiles and says, "Good morning, sir." He leans over the desk and inquires about her weekend. It is no secret among the office staff that Mr. Carlisle has been interested in Rachel for some time.

She thinks to herself, "If only I were single. But, I am not." She mentally shakes herself and begins to focus on the day ahead.

She looks at her family photo on the corner of her desk and a sad look crosses her face. More than that, she thinks back to this weekend and the erotic moments she had shared with her husband. She crosses her legs and feels the seem of her stockings separate her labia so that it touches her clitoris.
As her leg moves slowly up and down, the memories of their raw sex pervade her senses.

She continues through the work day in this fashion. Juggling memos, appointments and clients as she charges her senses from time to time. She does love him so. It is simply that she wants him with her.

Five p.m. Home to dinner with the children, homework and bedtime. The usual routine on nights when he is gone.

After all is quiet, she dresses in his favorite nightie and lays down in their seemingly enormous bed. Enormous or Empty?
She waits for his call.

 

[Gareman]

After take-off, I settle comfortably into the first-class seat. Closing my eyes, I begin to drift off. Images of Rachel fill my mind.

I'm watching her through a window, the setting, unfamiliar... She's dressed in a waitresses outfit and is serving a group of men drinks...

As she bends over to place the drinks on the table, one of the men puts his hand on her ass...

She brushes it away, but he laughs and returns it... His voice rngs out, "Common honey, have a good time !"

This time Rachel doesn't resist...

The man rises from his seat and now stands directly behind her...His hands push her short skirt up over her ass and grasp her panties..Sliding them down her legs...revealing her bare ass...

The other men clear the table...

"That's it honey," the man whispers, as Rachel turns around to face him...The look on her face is foreign to me... Longing fills her eyes...

My wife unbuttons her blouse and removes it...her bra is next...

The group of men begin to gather around her, watching the show... waiting to act...

The first stranger, now picks Rachel up and places her on the table, instructing her to lie back....which she does....

Her body is now prone on the narrow table, head tilted back over the far edge, where two of the men stand...

Rachel willingly spreads her legs... allowing the first man, to step in and position his cock to her vagina...

One of the strangers above her now approaches and places his cock to her mouth...

Rachel opens up accepting him inside, while his buddy begins penetrating her pussy...

....."Sir, would you like a drink ?".......

The flight attendant's voice startles me, waking me from my vivid dream...

"Uh..Uh..no thanks," I respond, slightly embarrassed by the erection that she is sure to notice...

The rest of the flight I read, unnerved by my dream. What the hell was wrong with me ? I really enjoyed watching my wife with those men.

When I reach the hotel I quickly unpack, still thinking about my disturbing dream. Although I find it very troubling, something within me is still turned on. I have to talk to Rachel...

Dialing the phone, I wait for her to answer...

 

[MissTaken]

Rachel

Rachel lies on their bed trying to read the latest Patricia Cromwell novel. The words swim in front of her as she attempts to make sense of the black and white print. Her thoughts aren't focused on the story, rather they keep wandering back to Saturday night and the love she shared with Ken.

He has always been spontaneous and creative in his love making. She remembers the blind fold and her gaze wanders to the silk scarves he used to tie her with. She sighs to herself. His gentle touch, the ice sliding along her abdomen and the cold water dripping along her hot pussy as his tongue ....his marvelous tongue!

Feeling a need rising from deep inside her, her fingers lightly move over her nipples. Already erect and eager for touch, she feels a charge pass through her as she gently pinches and tugs upon them.

Her hand glides across her firm tummy to the moistness. She separates her labia with her index and ring finger, as she passes her longest finger over the damp opening and allows it to travel to her clit. She shudders at her own touch and begins to make slow, sensual circles............

and the phone rings.

With her free hand, she holds the phone to her ear. Her voice husky with lust, she says, "Hello, baby."

 

[Gareman]

I lie in the hotel bed, totally naked, waiting for Rachel to answer the phone. My cock is rock hard, the images from earlier still fresh in my mind...

I can still see her... mouth open accepting the strangers cock into her mouth, while another man slips into her willing pussy...

I begin stroking my penis...

I hear the phone ring... my heart pounding in my chest...imagination running wild....a stranger in bed with Rachel...the kids would be asleep...she's kneeling between his spread legs...in my bed... sucking his cock....deepthroating him...

"Hello, baby"....

Her voice snaps me out of my daydream. I hear the sexual desire...

"Hello Rachel," I respond, "God I need you...."

 

[MissTaken]

rachel

At the sound of the desire and desperation in his voice, Rachel feels an overwhelming tidal wave of emotion consume her.

"Oh, Ken. I need you to, baby. I though of nothing but you all day long. I love you. And I am so sorry I was such a bitch this morning."

Then, Rachel's voice dropped in pitch. In a very controlled, lusty voice she said,

"I need your lips on mine. I want our tongues to touch delicately. I want to feel you then, drive your tongue deep inside my mouth and feel your your hand on my nipples. "

Rachel carressed her breasts through the satin of the negligee she was wearing. Her chest arching into her hand, her breasts craving the friction of the fabric against them.

"I need to feel your hard cock pressed against me, as your hand reaches between my legs. I need this, Ken. I need to know you want me and love me. I need your finger on my clit, like mine is now, babe. "

Rachel's free hand slid down her abdomen and between her legs. Her hand began to rub her hips and slowly move down. massaging and lightly clenching the outer folds of her vagina through the fabric. Ken hears a soft groan escape her lips as her hips move into her hand, slowly and sensuously.

She slides the fabric up, exposing her pussy to the cool air of the air conditioned room.

"I want you to slide your finger down toward my wet, hungry pussy and slip it in just a bit. Hmmmmm My finger feels so damp, so warm ..... "

Ken hears Rachel's small sighs as she inserts her finger, leaving her thumb on her clit, massaging herself.....thinking only of him.

 

[Gareman]

Rachel's voice has always turned me on. Her usually sweet, almost childlike voice had a very sensual quality to it when she was arroused.

We have made a habit of "playing" on the phone, since I started traveling. It helps to relieve some of the sexual stress and gives us something to look forward to...

As Rachel begins to speak, I close my eyes... imagining her in our large bed...

I reach down and begin playing with my penis...

"Oh yeah Rach," I moan, "you are sooooo..... wet.... Feel my fingers on your pussy... Slowly, I slide my index finger into your slippery cunt..."

I see her... almost as if I'm there...so beautiful...so sexy...so willing...

"My tongue glides over your hard nipples...teasing them... circling... barely touching your skin..."

My mind locks onto her image...her legs spread...needing a hard cock inside her... eyes closed... mouth slightly open...

"My teeth begin nibbling your erect nipples, while my finger slides deeper inside your pussy...slowly...probing...my thumb circling your clit..."

Gradually my image begins to change...she is not alone in the bed... another man... touching my wife... kneeling between her spread legs... about to penetrate....

"That's it baby," I encourage, "just lie back and enjoy it... I can't be there... so enjoy the stranger...sliding his thick finger inside of you... don't fight it baby...it's okay...it feels so good... let him touch you..."

 

[MissTaken]

What stranger?

Rachel was slowing moving two of her fingers in and out of her hungry orafice. She could feel the muscles gripping her fingers and listening to Ken's voice has always pleased her.

Their emotional and sensual connection was so intense, phone calls, emails and chat rooms could almost---not quite--- help them to reach the same pinnacles of pleasure as sharing the same bed would.

She lay back on the bed imagining him nibbling her nipples......she could almost feel his thumb circling her clit......and then, the sensation of the stranger's thick finger...

She quickly withdrew her fingers and said, "What? What stranger babe?"

"I am with you. You know that I would never be with anyone else."

Her heart was racing as she wondered if she had misunderstood him. Did he think she was having an affair? Is he playing games, retribution for her bitchiness?

 

[Gareman]

I sense the surprise in her voice. She seemed almost offended that I might suggest such an idea. We had certainly explored many fantasies over the years, but nothing quite like this. I thought for a moment, wondering if I should back off... and then I proceeded...

"It's okay Rachel," I reassured. "Just let your imagination take you away."

My cock throbbed with excitement. I clearly saw the dream sequence in my mind's eye. Rachel lying back...allowing a group of strange men to do as they wished with her sexy body. I knew she had always been a faithful wife and loving mother... but now I needed her to be something much different...

"Close your eyes, baby... Let it happen... I won't be angry...Let him touch you... Feel his fingers on your pussy... Spread your legs... Enjoy the moment..."

My hand stroked my hard cock. Before today, I had never thought of my wife with another man... The concept would have angered me... But after the dream... I couldn't get the idea out of my head...

"Tell me how it feels... Tell him what you want..."

 

[MissTaken]

Bewildered

"No. baby, I only want you. Only you."

She shuddered at the thought of another man's hands on her body. Doesn't he understand she made a commitment to him, she loves only him and wants only him?

"Why are you saying these things, Ken? I don't understand." Her bottom lip started to tremble. She was so confused. She knew not what she should say, what is the right answer?

He started to speak, but she interrupted.

"Baby, let me show you how much I want you and only you. I am running my hand over my neck, remembering your kisses the other night. I love how you open your mouth a little and gently suck on my neck. It sends shivers through me hon."

"Now my hand is sliding down between my breasts. I am taking one in my hand and teasing it with my fingers. " She licked her finger, making it wet and began pinching and pulling at her breast.

"It is your mouth I want on my body, Ken. No one else's. No one else can make me feel the way you do."

Her hand moved to her still wet pussy.

"And Ken, when your cock is swollen and hard inside me, pumping like my fingers are pumping me now, I feel complete. I feel like I can do anything. "

She was slowly moving her fingers in and out of her moist cavern, feeling the familiar tension building. Her muscles grasping at her fingers as he could her moans.

"Baby, this is yours. This all for you and only you. Please, don't ask me to share it with someone else."

 

[Gareman]

"I know you love me, Rachel," I whispered into the receiver. "And I love you too... God I love you so much..."

I continued slowly stroking my penis. Sliding my hand up the long shaft and gently squeezing its bulbous head when I reached the top. My mind still locked into the images of Rachel with the strangers... a long thick cock sliding into her pussy...the look of lust on his face as he fucks my wife...

"Baby, this isn't real... Surely, you've thought about what it would be like with another man...Don't be afraid to explore it...Maybe it's that young college kid, down the street...Or someone at work..."

As I speak, I start to increase the pace of my hand. Pumping my hard cock..the images so clear in my mind...Rachel sucking the other stranger's cock...taking its full length into her mouth...

"Just let your mind go...relax and let it happen...Please Rachel, I need you to do this for me !!!"

 

[Gareman]

OOC: MissTaken...Just wanted to tell you what a great job you are doing...

 

[MissTaken]

OCC: Thank you!

Her fingers continued delving in and out of her hot, wet pussy as she listened to her husband urging her to consider another man.

"No, babe. I want you inside me, pumping and rocking. I want to feel your length as it bottoms out. I want to see your face as you writhe in ecstasy."

Her mind focussed on Saturday night. Her hands strapped loosely to the bed as he breathed upon her clit. His hands moving over her body as he teased her into submission. Then, when finally she could stand no more, he had driven his length deep into her aching, hungry softness.

As he remembered his thrusts, her hands worked more quickly inside her. Inserting three fingers and her thumb riding her clit, she felt her hips begin to spasm. Listening to his voice as he spoke about sharing her with another man, she began losing control.

As her spasms crescendoed, she could only say, "No baby. No."

She listened to his breathing and the ticking of him stroking his cock. Her body began to convulse violently and her moans became shreaks. For a fleeting moment, as she climaxed, Mr. Carlisle's image slipped through her conciousness.

Her release was complete and exhausting. Her body racked with orgasm and her hand working aggressively as she pumped and fucked herself. When the final spasm passed, she allowed her hand to remain between her legs. Gently fingering her clit and sighing.

"Ken. It is for you.....only you." However, in her mind, she realized that her resolve may be slipping.

 

[Gareman]

I listen as Rachel denies her desire for other men. Her resolve so strong, her dedication to me so high. I'm humbled by her faithfulness, wondering how she would feel if she knew that I hadn't been so strong.

Her moans drive me crazy... I hear her getting close and then reach her orgasm...I can visualize the expression on her face, having seen her cum so many times...but this time my imagery included the 'other' men.

My own orgasm is closing in quickly...Hearing her deep throaty denials takes me over the edge...

"Oh God Rachel," I groan into the receiver. "Take it baby.... take that big cock.... Oh yeah....let him fuck you..."

My cock erupts, spewing thick jism all over my chest...

I continue stroking my evploding penis as jet after jet of sticky cum rockets from within.

"Yeah baby, tell me how it feels... don't be afraid...tell me baby...tell me... Oh God Rachel... YES !! YES !!! YES !!!"

 

[MissTaken]

rachel

As Rachel and Ken lay in their beds, many miles apart yet spent from their lovemaking, Rachel wonders to herself, "What the hell was that all about?"

Too relaxed and too tired to ask Ken what he was thinking, Rachel decided to play it cool for tonight.

" Hmmm. Do you feel better, honey?"

She prefaced her next comment with a husky giggle and said, "I'm so glad you called."

 

[Gareman]

"Ummmm....I feel great !!" I answered, as I cleaned myself up. "You are the best wife a man could have."

Before hanging up, we talked about the kids and other normal things. Finally, we said our goodbyes.

"I love you Rachel," I said. "I will always love you, no matter what !"

I hoped my last remark would reconfirm what I had told her while we were "playing". Maybe our little game had planted a seed... Maybe she could feel more comfortable about fantasies that seemed out of the question before.

I lay awake for quite a while, wondering were the fantasy had started. I was always so fiercely jealous of Rachel. No other man was good enough for her. But now, I was dreaming of her being taken by strangers and finding it somehow sexually exciting.

My cock began to harden again, as I began chasing the fantasy...This time he was in complete control of the scene...there would be no hiding behind his subconcioius mind...this would be of his own design...

 

[MissTaken]

rachel

Rachel remained in her bed for what seemed to be hours. Her gaze kept wandering to the phone and wondering how he could suggest she be with a stranger.....another man. If he loves her, how could he share?

And, what if he doesn't trust her and is testing her? Rachel lay there and began thinking back to their phone tryst and how surprised she was at the thought of Mr. Carlisle entering into her erotic experience.

In her mind's eye, she envisioned him as she sees him daily. Six feet tall, short dark brown hair and sparkling blue eyes. He is extremely fit and appears much younger than his 48 years. He often wears dark suits to work, but when he is working alone at the office, he sheds his jacket. She has noticed how his biceps ripple through the soft fabric of his dress shirts and the fabric hangs against his firm chest. He would make a fine lover for a nice, young, single gal!

Amazed at the depth to which her meandering thoughts had taken her, Rachel said to herself, "Stop it, silly. It must be stress."

With thoughts of lying in Ken's arms, Rachel rolled over, snuggled his pillow close to her and feel asleep.

 

[Gareman]

Rachel is alone, the kids must be at her mother's house. Wearing a loose fitting t-shirt and a pair of shorts, she straightens up. Putting away the newspaper and some of the kid's toys. Her bare feet move silently as she moves puposely around the big empty house...

My heart beats rapidly at the scene...so real...so believable...so familiar...

The doorbell rings....

Rachel opens it to discover the young college kid from 2 doors down. He stands before her, tall and handsome, his thick muscled arms jutting out from his chiseled shoulders...

"Hi," he offers, smiling broadly, "is Ken out of town ?"

Rachel nods, letting him in...

My hand begins stroking my cock again... I couldn't get enough of this fantasy...

"Yes, he won't be home until next week."

The young man closes the door behind him and puts his arms around my wife... Lowering his face to hers he kisses her deeply...and she returns his kiss...

"God, you are so sexy," he offers, sliding his hand up her t-shirt to fondle her breast.... "Let's go into the bedroom."

Rachel leads the young kid into our bedroom, removing her shirt as she went...

I am pumping my cock again, unable to control my lust....

Looking into his eyes, she kneels before him and pulls his long thick cock out of his shorts...

 

[MissTaken]

rachel

Rachel slipped into a deep slumber. The turmoil of her day crept up and finally, exhaustion snuck in.

She dreamt...

Of Ken, kissing her full, pouty mouth.
Of Ken, snuggling his face into her breast.
Of Ken, touching her most private places as only he knows how to do.
Of Ken, lying beneath her as she rocked back and forth, taking his length deep inside her wet chasm.

Then, his face blurred. In her dream, faces of strangers and acquaintances began to take on the face of her lover. As if a slide show, one face after another passed through her dream and with each new face, her body responded. With each face, she rode him, ...or them, harder and faster. Feeling completely out of control as she fucked so many men at once.

As her dream ended, she gazed deep into the eyes of her lover and released her warm juices upon him. The eyes that pierced her soul in mutual orgasm were Ken's.

As she snuggled into him, holding him close, he said, "I told you, baby. It was alright."

She woke in a hot/cold sweat wondering what the hell was happening to her. What does the dream mean?

 

[Gareman]

OOC: Sorry for the delay....RL issues !!

The young man looks down upon Rachel, lust filling his eyes. He watches my wife...lowering her head...licking his cock head...slowly, like a lollipop...then tracing the underside...following it's veined surface...down to his large balls...

My mind buzzes with a combination of sexual excitement and deep jealousy. The effect is mind numbing. My cock is so hard. My thoughts confused.

I continue stroking my rigid prick. Wanting release, but loving the sensations racing through me..wanting them to never end...

Rachel seems so small and vulnerable kneeling before the large young man. Her face so innocent, stares up at her lover... Her tongue retracing it's path and now licking his bulbous cock head again...

His large hand reaches down, resting on the back of her head...

Her mouth opens to accept him...slowly taking his massive tool into her small mouth. Her face becomes contorted as his penis begins to disappear into her open mouth...

My cock aches with desire...my hand working it feverishly....

God Rachel, what are you doing ???

 

[MissTaken]

Unable to sleep....

Rachel was unable to sleep after her dream. She lay there thinking about what Ken had been talking about on the phone. He had mentioned that young man down the street several times. What is up with that??? She is nearly old enough to be his mother.

However, his lithe youthful movements and sinewy legs as he mowed his parent's lawn were always quite eye catching. She had noticed, too, how nice he looked in white shorts and a tank top. Of course, at the time, she thought, " He will make some young gal very happy one day."

Now her thoughts wandered into a new arena. How could this strong, virile, young....very young man make her happy? He must be only 22 years old!

"Ken, oh Ken, what are you doing to me?"

Rachel decided to watch television for a bit of distraction. She loves classic movies. She wasn't too surprised to find that "Mrs. Robinson" was the late night film on her favorite channel. She groaned, tossed the remote into the chair and stalked up to bed, to finish her book.

 

[Gareman]

Rachel works his young cock with her willing mouth...bobbing up and down on it's thick shaft. She looks up, obediently obeying the young man's commands...

He holds her by the hair, controlling the pace. A look of lust covers his young face. He is totally in charge. My wife is willing to do anything he wishes...

I pump my cock faster...loving and hating the scene I'm watching. Something is drawing me in...something deep inside of me. Watching my wife sucking another man's cock...

Rachel begins stroking herself, as she sucks the young kid's cock. Her hand rubbing her clitoris, several fingers entering her wet pussy. She is enjoying herself...

My mind locks onto the scene...reality disappears...I am totally enraptured by the thought of Rachel ... giving herself to other men...

What is wrong with me ???

 

[MissTaken]

Rachel wakes...

Rachel wakes to the morning sun streaming across her bed. She yawns and then stretches. She curls her body slowly and sensuously as if a wave beginning from her outstretched hands and passing through her torso, legs and feet until she feels completely relaxed.

Her hand drops to her tummy and begins caressing the firm belly. Soon, the familiar tingle begins to dictate her movements. As her hand slips to her thighs, raking her finger nails along her inner thighs, she happens to look at the clock.

"Oh, Shit!" Rachel had overslept and was going to be late for work. She quickly slipped into her robe and trotted into the hallway, calling to the kids.

"Now, where are they?"

She noticed their back packs and school books gone and smiled to herself. They had already left for school. This had happened before and always led to a heated discussion. The children will not wake her if she oversleeps. Their thinking is, "If mom is still sleeping, she needs her rest."

She phoned the office to tell them she would be late and got ready for work. Her shower had a pleasantly rousing albeit relaxing effect for Rachel. As he ran her hands over her body, washing away the residue of her conversation with Ken, her thoughts wandered.

Closing her eyes, her hand gliding over her body, she imagined Ken with her in the shower. His body hard and ready for her. She kneels in front of him licking droplets of water from his naval, his waist. Her tongue licking a hot path to his thighs.

~Her hand touching her breasts, pinching and needing the nipples~

She nibbles gently on Ken's thighs, his hands caressing her hair. She looks up at him, and sees the face of the young man from down the street. Rachel felt a tingle of anxiety coupled with desire as in her mind, she cupped his balls in her hand.

~She glides her hand over her abdomen, scratching it lightly as the water pours over her head.~

She slips a hand between his legs and lifts his balls ever so slightly. Her toungue begins to lick water from them as her free hand grabs his fine, hard shaft and begins stroking.

~As the hot water dashes and dribbles over her body, Rachel's hand moves to her shaven pussy. Without separating the labia, she begins rubbing herself lightly.~

Rachel sighs with the desire generated by her her touch and the mental image of touching and licking that strong, handsome young man.

"How crazy is this?" She wills herself to bring Ken's face back to her fantasy.