Fantasy Fulfilled

Her eyes welled up, "Of course you do. You are a wonderful husband and I need you desperately. I don't ever want to lose you."

We were truly at an impasse, and I could see in my mind's eye where things were heading. I figured at that point the best thing for me to do was let things happen and see what the fallout would be. The fact is I love Morgan more than anything and I don't want to lose her. If she so desperately needs this fantasy to come true, then I guess I need to wrap my head around accepting it. Once. I'll accept it once.

The evening of the party Andrew made sure that there was plenty of alcohol. Things were moving along as they normally do when we get together until a few hours later. I noticed that Morgan was partying kind of hard. She had a pretty good buzz on and the guy's touches were becoming much more intimate. I saw Allen squeeze her breasts more than once.

What put the icing on the cake was when I smelled pot smoke. Morgan, Allen, and Andrew were off in their own click as usual when the smell hit my nose, "Hey! You guys' smoking rope?"

Allen piped up, "We were why?"

This kind of pissed me off, "Mind sharing?"

He smirked, "Sorry, don't have anymore."

My bullshit meter went off the scale and I thought 'You mean to tell me you just had enough for the three of you? Did you even think to ask if we wanted some? You are a rude bastard'. Fortunately, I caught myself before saying it out loud. There was nothing to gain by doing so.

The pot was the final straw in my wife's seduction. She became all lovey-dovey and was hanging off one or the other of them constantly. Around ten the three of them decided to go inside and dance on the smooth floor in the living room. Stacy didn't think anything of it, although I think she had her suspicions. I knew that if the threesome was going to happen then tonight would be the night.

They had been inside for maybe half an hour when Morgan came outside. She walked up to me and I could tell she was deep into party mode. Stacy and I were sitting in lawn chairs watching the stars and seeing the occasional firework go off. Morgan leaned down and threw her arms around my neck, "We were dancing and now Allen wants to kiss me. I want to kiss him back. OK?"

That's when I realized that I didn't have any fight left in me, "Go have fun."

She kissed my cheek and told me she loved me. Then she turned and went back into the house. Stacy and I sat in silence for ten minutes before I stood. I reached out for her hand and helped her to her feet, "Come on, we might as well go see this play out."

It wasn't all that difficult to be a fly on the wall. The three of them were completely unaware that we were watching from the kitchen as they cavorted in the living room. I stood behind Stacy with my hands resting on her shoulders as we watched them dancing. Allen and Andrew were taking turns dancing with her. While one held her dancing, the other was behind her. They kept rotating her between them.

It wasn't long before Allen stole the first kiss, and It was a light peck on the lips. Andrew took his turn and kissed her a little more than his brother had. The slow dancing and rotating between brothers continued until they were no longer dancing, just kissing. Their tongues were working now, and I could see Morgan had become desperately horny. Her erect nipples were obvious through her top. Apparently, she had forgotten to put a bra on this evening.

Hands began exploring her body. It didn't take long before they were caressing and squeezing her tits. A few minutes later her top was off and forgotten on the floor. Andrew reached around from the back while his brother was tonguing her mouth. He unsnapped and unzipped her shorts before pushing them down off her hips. She made no move to stop him.

I felt Stacy moving under my hands and I put my mouth by her ear, "Are you alright?"

She turned to whisper back, "I'm getting aroused by this. It's kind of hot if you don't think about who they are."

We returned to watching only this time my arms were wrapped around her waist and my hands were resting on her belly. I felt a thrill run through me as I finally got to hold her close. We stood and we watched.

Allen and Andrew began stripping off their own clothes as the so-called dance continued. They both revealed rather average looking cocks to my eye, but they seemed very proud of them. At this point they weren't paying any attention to the music. Andrew kissed my wife deeply and ran his hand down and into her panties. I could see the fabric stretch and move as his hand played with her pussy. At this point she was putty in their hands.

Allen grabbed her hand and pulled it to his cock. Her hand willingly caressed it and soon she had one in each hand. She looked down at them and I saw a momentary look of disappointment on her face. I guess she expected them to be more like what she was used to. The look soon passed and she was all in. She dropped to her knees, and I could tell she took great pleasure in deep throating them both. After a few minutes of sucking one cock, then the other, Allen pulled her to her feet and they walked down the hall.

Stacy and I followed behind them, not making any effort to hide what we were doing. The threesome went into the master bedroom. Stacy and I paused at the door and we stood there watching. After a few minutes Stacy reached into her shorts and pulled out her cellphone. She walked into the room and propped it on the dresser with a good view of the bed, then walked back to me. The three people on the bed never knew we were there.

Morgan was laying on her back and Allen had his face buried in her crotch. Andrew was kneeling by her head so that she could suck his cock. We watched as she orgasmed from the oral sex. We watched as Allen climbed onto the bed. And we watched as he penetrated her with his cock. Then we walked back down the hallway and out of the house.

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Stacy and I were extremely aroused after what we'd seen. Add that to the attraction we already had for each other, and it was amazing we got through the door to my house before we were in each other's arms. Our first kiss was long, passionate, and full of desire. There was no hesitancy between us anymore. It was time to let go, as far as I was concerned, we'd been given a hall pass, and there were no more barriers between us.

I undressed her slowly, kissing any exposed skin as I went. I had lusted after her body since the moment I saw her, and I wanted her desperately now. I curbed that desire, I wanted to take the time to enjoy every second of her. Our arousal built and my kisses teasing her body were making her crazy. She began helping me to speed things along and sooner than I had planned she was naked. I wasn't complaining and I decided that if she wanted to pick up the pace, I'd oblige her. I pulled her to the bed and pushed her onto it. I looked down at her and I just stood there like an idiot. I took in her nude body fully for the first time and was awed by her beauty, "You are so fucking sexy." Her finger moving in a 'come here' motion finally got me moving again.

I moved over her and kissed her long and hard. My hand caressed her arm while my mouth moved to her neck. My tongue on her neck made her shiver with arousal. It wasn't long before I moved on. I took my mouth on a tour down her body. I captured a nipple and licked it erect before doing the same to the other. My tongue traced her abdomen down past her belly button. I kept going until my mouth found her smooth and very wet pussy. She let out a moan as I began to pleasure her with my tongue. I brought her to the brink, and she pushed my head away from her sweet pussy, "Fuck me Tom."

I kissed her hard then stood to undress.

From Stacy's Diary (with her permission)

When I saw his cock, I immediately knew that Tom was much larger than my husband. It was the biggest I had ever seen, and it scared me a little bit. He moved between my willing legs and kissed me deeply. He entered me slowly, giving me time to adjust and we soon discovered that it fit quite nicely.

I have never had a cock fit so well in my life and it was magnificent. I was so wonderfully full. Our lips were firmly clasped together and our tongues explored each other. He spent a few minutes not moving until I began to quiver with need beneath him. Then he began to move. Slowly, languidly, just a few inches at a time, he pumped his cock into me.

Within just a few moments of his cock moving within me I was overwhelmed with my first orgasm. When I recovered some brain power, I couldn't help but think 'What's gonna happen when he gets that thing really going?'. I soon found out as Tom began slowly long stroking his cock into me. I couldn't believe how amazing it felt. Sure, I was going to be sore tomorrow, but it was so worth it. I'd just never been fucked like this, and I didn't want it to ever end.

We were in missionary position. He kept his weight off my chest, but I could still feel his skin against mine. Our chests rubbing together exciting my nipples. His long strokes continued as he kissed my face, my neck, my ears. Anywhere that would heighten my desire. His mouth went to my breast, and he caressed my erect nipple with his tongue. As his cock sped up, his licking became more intense. He sucked my nipple into his mouth and flicked it with his tongue. My orgasm built to its peak yet again. Then it rushed through my body. I was at once inside myself with this amazing feeling washing over me, while at the same time floating out of my body. It was a profound and wonderful experience, and I will never forget it.

Tom

I straightened my arms to raise myself. I looked down to where we were joined and watched my cock as it slid in and out of the beautiful blonde. Her body normally looked hot, but when she was being fucked, she looked devastatingly gorgeous, entirely irresistible. I also noticed that she was watching as well and by the look on her face she was finding it quite erotic. I increased my pace for the final time. my strokes timed to bring her maximum pleasure and bringing me rapidly closer to my own orgasm.

From Stacy's Diary (with her permission)

As his face clenched and I felt his cock swell I lost my mind a little bit. He began firing his cum into me and I had another earth-shattering orgasm. This one was even better than the unbelievable two I'd already had. In the afterglow I couldn't move or talk. I was limp under him while he caught his breath.

We were both covered with sweat as our lips met again. The kiss was filled with lust, passion, and need. He finally slid from me and laid down next to me. He rolled onto his side and gave me sweet kisses, then he laid on his back and pulled me close. I nestled up against him and rubbed his chest. I was sure that both of us were thinking the same thing. What had just happened was amazing and it needed to happen again, just as soon as he was ready.

Through the night we continued to discover each other. I took great delight in seeing how much of his cock I could get in my mouth. He took great delight in me doing it. I think I got quite good at it. Before the night turned into morning, we had connected on a sexual level unlike anything either of us had ever known. We fucked one last time in the shower before lying down to sleep, at 6AM.

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At 10:00AM Morgan shook me awake. I blearily looked up at my wife. It didn't even register to me in my tired state that there was a curvy little blonde nestled up naked against me. Morgan looked down at Stacy before looking back at me, "Yeh, you and I have a bunch to talk about huh?

"Anyway, get up! We have to straighten things up before Allen gets here."

I groaned, "Please let me sleep for a while."

Morgan began shaking Stacy, "You too. Allen is on his way as we speak. Come on, both of you. Quit looking like you just fucked the hell out of each other before they get here. Damn it smells like sex in here."

A mad scramble ensued. In seconds Stacy was dressed and on the couch with a blanket over her. When Allen arrived at our house, he saw his innocent wife sleeping on the couch. It didn't require much acting on her part. She had fallen back asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow. Allen woke her up and took her home. She told me later that she had it just enough together to grab her cellphone before he noticed it.

Morgan and I went to bed and slept for six hours. When we woke that afternoon, she reached for me and I hesitated, "How about we take a shower first and get the smell of those men off you."

I could see I had hurt her feelings, but at this point I didn't care. She looked at me, "I showered when I got home. I don't mind if her smell is on you."

I was at a loss for words after that. We kissed and she practically tackled me, "Please Tom, fuck me and take me back. I need you."

I gave it my best effort. I was concerned at first that there was nothing left to give her after last night, but my desperate need to reclaim her was all the incentive I needed. We made love with a passion we hadn't experienced since we were first married. It was a beautiful experience for both of us.

I held her body close and we talked about all that had happened. I wanted to know from her what the future would bring. Would she want to do it again now that she had experienced it? I got the ball rolling, "Tell me about last night."

I didn't have to prod and question like I usually do. She began talking, "It was fun for the most part, but I won't be doing it again. Now that it's over the excitement is gone. I got to live out a fantasy that I should have let remain a fantasy. The reality isn't the same. By the time Allen and Andy wore out they were being verbally abusive. Calling me their slut and insisting that I fuck them on demand. I told them I was nobody's fuck slut and that they were lucky that they had me for one night.

"That didn't go over to well with Allen. He threw me out of the bedroom, and I slept on the couch. I came home and showered before waking you guys up. I knew that Allen would be looking for his wife soon and I didn't want any trouble. Turns out that he is a controlling jerk with a below average cock.

"They moved me into all kinds of positions and fucked me in all my holes. I was a fuck toy to them, not a person. By the time they ran out of erections I was done. I will admit that I orgasmed a lot because of the animalistic sex, but I felt empty when it was over. I can't say sorry enough for how I hurt you."

Well, that was interesting. The relief that washed over me took a huge weight off my mind. I said the only thing I could in that moment, "I love you, Morgan."

She never asked me about Stacy. I think she knew that what happened between us was special. She also knew I wouldn't sneak around behind her back with Stacy. There was a part of me that wanted to, desperately. Our one night together was never going to be enough, but nevertheless, it had to be.

A week went by, and I came home from work to find Stacy and Morgan talking at the kitchen table. I just stood and watched them from the doorway for a while. Both are beautiful beyond measure. I loved Morgan with all my heart. I didn't want to think about how I felt about Stacy. Life was beautiful and it sucked at the same time.

Morgan saw me first, "Come sit with us."

I grabbed a beer and sat down at the table. Morgan had a concerned look on her face, "Stacy has a problem and needs our help."

Stacy had been crying and I wanted so much to pull her close and comfort her. She sighed, squared her shoulders, and began to talk, "After the 4^th party Allen decided that I needed to have sex with him and his brother. The two of them liked what happened with Morgan and wanted to make a regular thing of it with me. I told him that there was no way in hell I would be fucking his brother. Not only that, but there was no way I was fucking him. He didn't take that well. Since then, there has been a lot of yelling and threats. Today he was nearly out of control, so I ran over here."

About then I heard pounding on my front door. I'm not a big fan of that so I wasn't in the best mood when I answered the door. Allen stood in my front porch looking pissed as hell. I stepped outside and closed the door behind me, "Allen, you are not welcome here. Go away."

He stomped back and forth, "She's my wife and I want her out here right now!"

I stood firm, "No, not gonna happen. You need to go home and cool off. Being pissed off isn't going to fix anything."

I was surprised when he walked off the porch and went home. Five minutes later he was back with his brother pounding on the door again. I called the police, informed them what was going on, and watched from the picture window as Allen and Andrew got themselves arrested.

After talking to the cops, I returned to the kitchen, "Stacy if you don't have any place better to go, you are welcome to stay here until you figure things out."

Morgan smiled up at me, "That's just what I was going to ask you. Stacy needs a safe and friendly place to be right now."

Stacy took advantage of her husband's absence to get a bunch of her stuff from the house. When she returned to our house Morgan and her started calling lawyers. I went out back and started up the grill. We had a pleasant evening all things considered. Before it was over there was a new dynamic. Now it was Morgan, Stacy, and I hanging out together and enjoying each other's company.

Morgan was up to something. I could read it on her face, but I didn't get the opportunity to question her about it that night. I just hoped that she hadn't come up with another fantasy. I didn't give it much more thought after that. Maybe I didn't want to know.

Stacy met with the divorce lawyer a few days later. I must admit that I was a bit concerned that my wife was front and center in the video that Stacy captured on her phone. Her lawyer assured her that my wife's name wouldn't be an issue. All that mattered was that the woman in the video was very obviously not Stacy.

I never gave a moment's thought to the fact that I could have used the same video to divorce Morgan. That was the last thing I wanted. I began to sink into depression because I knew Stacy would be leaving before long and I would probably never see her again. I was barely responsive during this period. One word answers were the rule of the day. Morgan knew something was really bothering me, but she didn't ask. Looking back, I should have found that weird. Did I mention my cluelessness before?

It was Saturday evening in December and Stacy had gotten her divorce decree the day before. She seemed very happy and had a mischievous look on her face all day Saturday. Morgan wasn't much better. I could tell she was hiding something, but I was pretty deep into depression by this point, and I didn't even ask.

I was sitting in the living room when Morgan came over and sat on my lap. She was wearing her bath robe and when she moved it slipped open. She was naked under the robe and suddenly I wasn't nearly as depressed.

She gave me long passionate kiss, then smiled down at me, "Baby, I have another fantasy that I want to experience."

I went cold. She must have seen how all the blood left my face, "I think you might like this one. No, I'm sure you'll like this one. Get up and come with me."

I couldn't help but think 'I don't remember seeing any guys come into the house' as I followed her down the hallway. We approached our bedroom and she stopped, "Give me one second, then come in." She dropped her robe at the doorway, giggled, and went in. I got to the door in time to see her naked ass as she climbed onto the bed.

I was frankly scared to see who was on the bed with her. It took all I had not to turn around and walk out of the house. I figured she had found her mystery man and he was getting ready to take her in front of me. How could she be so cruel? I decided that I needed to see the end of my marriage and brought my eyes to the bed.