Husband's Fantasy Backfires Pt. 01

"I'll wait for you at the car," Tina said, a smile on her face. As she left, she glanced at Mike, a twinkle in her eye.

Mike frowned. Jen shouldn't have told Tina, but then, they were best friends. He felt -- what? Anger? Betrayal? Humiliation?

Mike's thoughts were interrupted by his wife's voice. "Well, I guess I better get going. So ... are you sure about this? You know, it's not too late to change our plans. All three of us could go out."

Mike looked at his beautiful wife. He found her almost impossible to resist, and he was tempted to take her to bed. But he knew her allure to other men would be just as great. He was becoming obsessed by his fantasy of her with another man. The anger he had felt just a moment ago was replaced by intense lust.

"Yes, I'm sure," he said, his voice almost quivering from excitement. "Have fun with Tina and ... whoever. I'll be awake when you get home."

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"God, I can't believe I'm here," Jen said. She and Tina were sitting at the bar, sipping Cosmopolitans.

Tina smiled and squeezed Jen's arm. "Don't be nervous, we're gonna have fun. Don't worry about Mike. Who knows what happens to guys as they get older. At least Mike isn't trying to sleep with other women. I think you need to play this out, so Mike can get it out of his system."

"Yeah, I guess you're right," Jen said after a few moments. "But ...."

"No buts, it's time to have fun!" Tina said laughing. She hopped off the stool and grabbed Jen's hand. "Come on, let's dance!"

Tina led Jen into the middle of the dance floor. It was crowded, so they danced close together. Jen felt inhibited at first, but soon started feeling more comfortable. She loved to dance, and began enjoying herself. The music changed to a slow song, and Jen was about to go back to the bar when Tina grabbed her hand. She leaned close to Jen's ear and whispered, "Some cute guys are watching us. No, don't turn! Just follow my lead."

Tina moved close to Jen and danced slow. As she swayed, her fingers grazed across Jen's skirt. At times she pretended to whisper into Jen's ear, and as she did she allowed her fingers to trail down Jen's back. She edged even closer to Jen, until their breasts almost touched. Tina put her hands on her friend's waist, and they swayed to the soft music as one, Tina's fingers lightly caressing just above Jen's ass.

Jen inwardly smiled, knowing what Tina was doing. They had done this back in college, a little dirty dancing to get guys' attention. But that had been long ago, and Jen felt uncomfortable. Still, she played along with her friend. She had to admit, acting so sexy and drawing so much male attention was exciting.

Jen was relieved when the song ended. Not waiting for Tina, she made her way back to the bar. She didn't want to give Tina a chance to dance another song. When Jen looked back, she saw Tina surrounded by guys. They all looked well under 25.

Most of the guys were in suits. Jen guessed they were attorneys just out of law school, or maybe Wall Street brokers. They were cute, but nothing special. Jen was about to take a sip of her Cosmo when she saw him. He was tall, with thick wavy black hair, slicked back off his face. He had a dark complexion. Jen guessed he was Greek or Italian. He was ruggedly handsome, and had a bad boy swagger to him. He wore a black turtleneck, jeans and boots. Jen realized she was staring at him, and was about to turn away, when he turned towards her and locked eyes with her. His gaze was so intense it startled her, and she almost dropped her drink. Embarrassed, Jen expected he would laugh at her, but he didn't. He just kept staring at her from across the room. After a few moments, Jen turned away, but it took a force of will to escape from his intense gaze. Feeling a little jittery, she finished the Cosmo and ordered another one.

A few minutes later Tina came back. "Come on, let's dance!" Tina said, dragging Jen off the stool.

"Wait," Jen said, and she quickly gulped down the newly delivered martini. Then she let Tina drag her back onto the dance floor.

The martinis were working their way through Jen's body, and helping her to lose her inhibitions. She was having fun, so when the music slowed, she didn't object when Tina moved closer for another round of dirty dancing. "We got those guys so hot the last time!" Tina whispered gleefully into Jen's ear as they danced. "I thought they were going to drag me into a booth and rape me!"

As they danced, Tina reached lower so her fingertips trailed up Jen's legs. She didn't stop when she reached Jen's skirt, instead tracing up her thighs and bringing Jen's skirt up as she did so. Jen wondered if Tall-Dark-and-Handsome was watching her, and that thought combined with the two Cosmos made her more daring. As they danced close, Jen lightly ran her fingers down Tina's back (she soon discovered Tina wasn't wearing a bra, which didn't surprise her), then along Tina's hips. Their faces were so close their lips were almost touching. As they slowly swayed back and forth, sometimes Jen's breasts would brush against Tina's.

The song ended, and as Jen and Tina stepped apart, the crowd applauded. Tina smiled and did a curtsy (flashing a little stocking top), but Jen was embarrassed and blushed. She quickly went back to the bar and ordered another Cosmo.

Jen looked back and saw that Tina had disappeared. Some of the guys were gone as well. Jen wondered if she'd see Tina again that evening.

The new Cosmo arrived, and Jen was searching in her purse for her wallet when she heard a deep, husky voice behind her.

"I'll get that," the voice said, and Jen turned to see Tall-Dark-and-Handsome giving the bartender a twenty.

Jen's heart did a back flip as she looked into his dark eyes. "Oh, that's not necessary," she stammered out.

"That's okay. I'm Darius," he said, holding out his hand.

"Hi. Well, thanks for the drink," Jen said, taking his hand. Darius's hand was so large, Jen's hand disappeared within his. For some reason, it didn't surprise her that his hand was rough and calloused. "I'm, ah, I'm Jen. Darius -- that's an unusual name."

"Yeah, it's Greek." I was right, Jen thought. He's Greek.

Darius made no move to release Jen's hand. Jen began feeling uncomfortable so she pulled her hand back.

"You're a great dancer," Darius said.

Jen blushed again. "I guess it got a little bit out of control."

Darius smiled. "Well, you looked great out there. You oughta lose control more often."

Jen laughed. "Thanks ... I guess." Then they both laughed.

"So, do you come here often?" Jen asked, but then she immediately put her head in her hands in embarrassment. "Oh god, I'm sorry, that's such a cliché." Why was she so nervous, she was acting like an idiot.

"That's okay," Darius said, laughing. "Yeah, my friends and I come here every couple of weeks. It has a reputation for being a meat market, but we like the music."

Jen eyed Darius skeptically. "Soooooo, you're not here to pick up girls?"

Darius smiled mischievously. "That all depends on whether I meet a beautiful girl. Like you, for instance. I haven't been able to take my eyes off you all night."

"Not so fast, cowboy," Jen said, laughing and shaking her head. She couldn't believe how forward this guy was, but she guessed that's how it was nowadays. "First of all, I'm way older than you. What are you, 24?"

"Twenty-five," Darius corrected. "And you sure don't look older than me. I thought you were in college. Anyway, who cares about age? You're the best looking girl I've seen in a long time."

"Yeah, well, whatever," Jen said with a dismissive wave of her hand, but inside she was beaming from the compliments. "Second, I'm a married girl." Jen held up her left hand, showing him her wedding ring. "See?"

Without missing a beat, Darius waved his hand around the world. "Most of the girls here are married, but they're with other guys. That's how things are now. 9-11 could happen again tomorrow. We're all living on borrowed time. That's what people are doing now, living for the moment."

Jen eyed Darius. Then she frowned. Then she started to laugh. "Oh my god, that has got to be the worst pick-up line I've ever heard!"

Darius started to laugh too. "Hey, I worked hard to come up with that!"

"Well, I could tell you rehearsed it, but I think you better go back and start all over," Jen said, still laughing. "And it's horrible to use 9-11 to try to pick up girls."

Darius held up his hands in mock surrender. "Okay, okay, you win." Then he offered his hand to her. "So, do married girls dance?"

Jen considered for a moment. Tina was no where to be found. And Darius seemed nice enough. She took his hand, making a snap decision. "Sure, why not?"

Darius was a good dancer. His movements were slow and smooth, yet perfectly paced with the music. Jen couldn't believe a man as big as him could dance so well. He was well over 6 feet, and broad shouldered. She felt tiny next to him. As he moved to the music, Jen could see the muscles of his chest and arms rippling under his black turtleneck. His broad shoulders narrowed to a lean waist, and from what Jen could tell, Darius filled out his jeans really well.

Darius danced close to her, with barely any space between them. But he never touched her, never even brushed against her. Somehow, this close almost touching dancing, for song after song, was more of a turn on than if he was grinding his body against hers.

Eventually, the fast songs changed into a slow song. She expected Darius to pull her into an embrace, but he didn't. Instead, he stood there, so close to her but not touching her, looking at her with his intense black eyes, waiting for her to make a move. With a force of will, Jen stepped away. "Ah, well, thanks for the dance. I guess I'll go try to find my friend."

Jen walked through the crowd looking for Tina, feeling a mix of disappointment and relief. Her nipples were hard, and she was soaking between her legs. For the first time since she started talking to Darius, she thought of Mike at home. He'd probably be disappointed that Darius didn't pull her into his arms and dance a slow dance.

She was getting frustrated looking for Tina. Where was she? Jen walked into a secluded, darken part of the club, far away from the lights of the dance floor, when she felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned and there was Darius, standing just inches from her. "Oh, hi ---"

Darius took her into his arms and kissed her. Jen tried to pull away but he held her firm, his tongue pushing between her lips and exploring her mouth. His kisses were so different than Mike, who even after 10 years of marriage still kissed her softly, almost tentatively. Darius kissed her roughly, like he owned her, forcing his tongue down her throat, wrapping his fingers in her hair so she couldn't pull away.

"No, stop, I'm married," Jen managed to say.

"I don't care," he said, and reached between them and cupped her breast. Even through her bra and blouse he found her hard nipple, and roughly rubbed it with his thumb as he continued to kiss her. Jen moaned into his mouth. With his other hand at her back, he pulled her into him, pressing her against his crotch.

Jen found herself giving in. Necking with someone she just met was so slutty, so different from married life, and it excited her. She hadn't felt so free in a long time, not since being single. Darius was rough and aggressive, and it turned her on, and acting so bad in a public place added to the excitement. Also, in the back of her mind, she knew this is what Mike wanted. Jen stopped struggling and kissed Darius back.

Then Jen felt Darius pull up her skirt. She felt his hand between her legs. "Ugh god," she moaned into his mouth, as she felt him cup her mound. "Wait, stop."

"It's okay babe," Darius whispered into her ear, as his fingers stroked the camel toe formed in her pantyhose. "I just want to make you cum, that's all."

Oh god, and he was going to make her cum too, his fingers felt so good! But she didn't trust his assurances, she knew he'd want more, and if she didn't stop him soon she wouldn't be able to resist him. "Please stop," Jen said, pushing Darius away with both hands.

Darius stopped rubbing her pussy but continued to hold her firmly with an arm around her waist. "Come on, what's the matter?" he said, clearly annoyed. "You're not just a cock tease, are you?"

"No, I mean ... I'm sorry," Jen said, still panting and trying to catch her breath as she pulled down her skirt. "It's just ... I haven't done this before. I mean ... since I've been married."

Darius's expression soften. "That's cool, I understand. Do you want to go back to my place?"

Jen smiled at Darius's single mindedness. "I'm married, remember? Going to your place wouldn't be the smartest thing I've ever done."

The 25 year old shrugged. "My life has been a series of things I shouldn't have done," he joked.

That made Jen laugh. She stroked his cheek. "You're sweet, but I better be getting home."

"Come on, you can't leave me like this," he said, pointing to the tent in his pants.

Jen laughed again. She was taken by Darius's boyish charm, and was enjoying flirting with him. With a twinkle in her eye, she said "Well, the night's still young, you might meet someone else. Hopefully, someone who's not married this time? And, if you don't ... well, you've got two hands, right?"

Darius shot her back a lecherous grin. "Yeah, well, with the package I'm sporting, I'll need both hands."

Jen gaped. "Oh my god, I can't believe you just said that! You have the worst pickup lines!"

"Hey, they work. And with a lot of married chicks, too."

Jen punched him playfully in the ribs. "Well, Romeo, not this married chick. Now, I really have to get going." She reached up on her tip toes and kissed him on the cheek. "Bye, I had fun. Um ... maybe I'll see you again, sometime."

Chapter 5

The phone rang, waking Jen. She was still sleepy, tired from all the drinks the night before (she was probably a little hung over), and also because Mike had kept her up, fucking her like a wild man as she told him what happened.

"Hello?" she said into the telephone.

"You bitch!"

Jen winced at the shout in her ear. "Good morning Tina."

"Don't good morning me!" Tina growled. "God, I can't believe you hooked up with Darius last night. I'm so jealous! Do you know how long I've wanted that hunk?"

"Nothing happened, not really. Anyway, he started it, not me."

"Oh, that makes me feel sooooo much better. God, I can't believe it, it's just like in college, you ALWAYS get the best looking guys."

"I can't believe we're having this conversation. Are you really mad at me?"

"Yes, I'm REALLY mad at you! And you're going to apologize by buying me lunch."

Jen didn't want to go to lunch. She wanted to go back to bed. "Um, I'm not sure I'm up for lunch today."

"After last night, you owe me lunch! And you're going to tell me every detail of what happened with Darius!" Then Tina hung up the phone.

Jen rolled back into bed and hugged her pillow. All she wanted to do was take two aspirin and go back to sleep. Sighing, she threw back the covers. After telling Maria, their nanny, that she was going out for lunch, she went into the bathroom.

Jen paused to look in the mirror. Even after 10 years of marriage and 2 babies, she was proud that her body was still firm. Her breasts were small, but perky, and her legs were long and shapely. Her stomach was flat, and while she had gained a little weight around the hips, she liked it because it gave her some curves that she didn't have back in college.

Last night, Mike was all over her as soon as she got home. He fucked her twice and seemed to stay hard the entire time as she told him what happened, the dirty dancing with Tina, and her naughtiness with Darius. As they made love, he assured her over and over again that she had done exactly what he wanted her to do. He said, in fact, he wished she had gone farther with Darius.

Earlier that morning, with the good sense that a new day brings, Jen had worried Mike would be upset with her. But instead, Mike had awoken with a hard-on, and he fucked her again before he had to go to his office to get some things ready for a meeting he had on Monday.

She didn't know how she felt about Mike's fantasies, and this game they were playing. It was exciting, yes, but it wasn't something she expected to be doing when she took her wedding vows. But then, husbands weren't supposed to encourage their wives to be with, and even have sex with, other men. So where did that leave her? Shaking her head, she stepped into the shower.

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"So, how was Darius, and don't you dare leave anything out!" Tina demanded as soon as Jen sat down.

Jen told her. It was awkward at first. After all, she was married, and here she was talking about kissing and being fondled by another man. She couldn't believe how fast things were going.

Tina leaned back in her chair as Jen finished. "Wow, I still can't believe it. You hooked up with Darius on your first try."

Jen shook her head. "I told you, I wasn't trying, he started it."

Tina scowled at her friend. "And I told you, you're not making me feel any better. Well, I guess I never had a chance. He likes petite leggy blondes, not voluptuous brunettes like me. So, what happened when you told Mike?"

Jen shook her head. "He loved it. He said he wished I'd gone all the way with Darius."

"You're kidding?" Tina said incredulously. "Wow, I never would have believed it, Mike's so straight laced. Well, I guess that answers the question. He really does want you to have sex with other guys. God, you're so lucky. Married to a great guy who's okay with you fucking other men."

"Will you keep your voice down!" Jen said, nervously glancing around to see if anyone had heard. "Anyway, what happened to you last night? I couldn't find you."

Tina broke into a wide grin. "Let me just say, if two is good, three is even better."

"You're kidding? You had three guys last night? God, you're such a slut!"

"And loving every minute of it, girl friend! I feel like I'm at an all-you-can-eat buffet of stud-muffins! I'll take that one, and that, and a little of that too. It's all so easy!"

"Tina, you're the one being easy! You're giving them exactly what they want."

"Jen, I'm 34 and divorced. My ex was a shit, and I'm not ready to get into anything heavy right now. So, I think they're giving me exactly what I want."

That made Jen pause. "Yeah, I see what you mean. But don't you miss ... I don't know ... the emotional part of it?"

"Yeah, I do," Tina admitted, shrugging and looking a little sad. "But I don't think I'm ready for that right now. That's why you're so lucky. You've got Mike for that. AND, he's okay with you and other guys. More than okay, he's practically begging you to do it."

Tina saw the skeptical look on her friend's face. "Look, Darius is incredibly hot, right? And you've seen the guys I've been with ... they're all like, like --"

"Young Greek gods?" Jen offered. The two girls giggled.

"Okay, I like Mike a lot, he's really nice, and he's good to you," Tina continued. "But honey, I've seen him in a bathing suit, and let's face it, he's no stud muffin, never has been, never will be."

"Hey! That's my husband you're talking about!" Jen protested, playfully kicking Tina under the table.

"Ouch, that hurt! You know what I mean. I told you I like Mike." Tina lowered her voice, scanning the room to make sure no one could hear. "I'm just saying, if he's giving you the chance to fuck these young, gorgeous guys, I mean, if that's his fantasy, then god, give him his fantasy, make it come true!"

Jen thought of Darius, and her heart skipped a beat. He certainly matched the young Greek god description. If Mike wanted her to play out his fantasy with a man like Darius ... the thought made her shiver. "Well, maybe you're right," she finally said.