Rachel fights the urge

[Gareman]

My orgasm rocks me... The image of Rachel with that young man drives me over the edge. I cum violently, blasts of sticky cum spewing all over my bare chest... The vision, so powerful...so exciting...so disturbing...

I clean myself up....exhausted, I fall asleep....

Even in sleep, I cannot escape the fantasy... Rachel... so loving...so loyal... so conservative....

Another man....taking her...fucking her...controlling her....

I wake up alone. The sterile hotel room offers no comfort. I am 1500 miles from home. 1500 miles from my lovely wife. My soulmate... my life...

Sadness envelops me...

I sit up in bed, wondering what has happened to me. Where did these thoughts originate ? The mere hint of infidelity, on Rachels part, would drive me mad with jealousy. Why, all of a sudden, did it excite me so much ?

I shower, the images still so clear... how do I make them stop ? How do I rid myself of these unnatural fantasies ?

As I shower, I notice my penis beginning to harden again... against my will, I still feel the excitement of the images...

 

[MissTaken]

Rachel

Rachel went about her morning ritual. This morning, she couldn't decide what to wear. She tried on several outfits only to heave them onto the bed in frustration. She finally decided on a sleeveless black pantsuit.

She stepped out into the yard to get the paper and noticed the young man weeding his parent's garden. From the back, she saw him squatting before the flower bed in shorts and a tank top. His sinewy thighs and calves rippled as he rose and squatted again, repositioning himself. He fine, tight ass was encased in tight fitting biking shorts.

She groaned in exasperation as her body automatically responded. She went inside the house, administering several mental slaps.

"I can't deal with this. It must be stress related,"

She phoned work and told them she had a headache and wouldn't be in today. She thought to herself that what she needed was a day to relax and gather herself.

That done, she changed into denim shorts and one of Ken's t shirts. She re hung all of the the discarded outfits and busied herself with the mindless task of making her bed.

She then went into the breakfast nook to read the paper. As she read, her thoughts freqently returned to Ken. When he was home, she would read him stories of interest or share quips concerning the headlines. Dumb Criminal headlines were their favorite. God ! How she missed him.

Rather than relax, Rachel felt an anxiety and an energy that would not dissipate. Uncertain what the source was and tired from a sleepless night of introspection, she decided to clean. She began with those little tasks that seem to get neglected by working moms.

She washed their wedding china and dusted and waxed the china cabinet. She waxed and polished the woodwork in the living room and kitchen and updated her photo albums. She smiled warmly over pictures of her and Ken and the children.

After that was done, she looked around for her next task. The energy burning through her and forcing her to remain busy. She noticed the crystal chandelier, a wedding gift from her parents, hadn't been polished in far too long.

She moved he table from underneath it and went to the garage for the step ladder. She was busy cleaning and polishing the crystal when....

"Knock. Knock. Knock."

She shouted in her melodic voice, "Come in!" She was stepping down the ladder as the door opened.

There HE was. The young man was standing in the doorway smiling. She missed a rung from the ladder and fell to the floor.

Only her ego was bruised, but frustration prevented her from getting up very quickly. He rushed to her side.

"Are you okay?" His eyes traveled the length of her body, looking for evidence of injury.

Rachel began crying. Her lips trembled as her eyes watered. Her body sensed his close to hers. His scent was musky with the effort of gardening and his the muscles in his legs were taut as he squatted before her. She couldn't help but notice the generous bulge in his shorts.

"I am fine. I am just fine." She rose slowly and he touched her arm to assist her. Bolts of electicity passed through them. When she was standing, his hand remained on her arm a moment longer than necessary.

She looked up at him, smiled politely and said, " Was there a reason for your visit?"

"Errr yes. The post man delivered some of your mail to our mailbox." He pointed to it on the coffee table where he had tossed it in the chaos of a few moments ago.

"Thank you. I need to clean up this mess and run errands. Tell your mom I said hello."

He accepted his dismissal, stopping at the door and glancing back at her. What he saw was Rachel sitting on the couch with the mail in her hand. Her hands shaking and her eyes, once again threatening tears.

 

[Gareman]

I finish dressing and drive to meet our local sales representative, Kelly. As I drive, I can't help thinking about my strange fantasies. I force myself to concentrate, not being too familiar with the area, I could easily miss my exit.

Rachel's image is etched deeply in my mind. Kneeling... mouth open...willingly accepting the young man's penis...sliding his full length down her throat....

"Stop it !!" I yell at myself, trying to regain control...But the image appears again...

Finally, reaching my destination, I enter the small restaurant, looking for Kelly.

"Hello, Ken ?" I hear a small, childlike voice ask.

Turning to face her, I see a young woman, no older than 23. She has shoulder length blonde hair and beautiful blue eyes. Her appearance surprises me. Our sales reps never look like this...

"Hi," I reply, "you must be Kelly."

I extend my hand, grasping hers gently, enjoying the softness of her skin...

 

[MissTaken]

As the door shut quietly behind him, Rachel sobbed. Her body shook with each sob as tears poured down her face. In her hand was the mail, getting a bit damp from her sweaty palms as she clutched the envelopes. She noticed that one of the items was a card from Ken. He must have mailed it before he left. He often did those thoughtful little things when he new she was feeling lonely. She wept as she opened the card.

On the front was a Teddy Bear holding a bouquet of roses.

On the inside of the card, in his own hand were the words

"I love you , Rachel."

She clutched the card and wondered if he would love her so much if he knew how much she wanted to touch the young man delivering his card.

She went to the phone and dialed his cell phone. It rang


once

twice

three times

four rings........

 

[Gareman]

Breakfast goes extremely well. The young jr. account exec. fills me in on the prospective client we will visit. She has done her homework and laid the groundwork for a very lucrative sale. I can't help but be impressed with her thorough preparation... and I definitely can't help but be equally impressed by her natural good looks.

After my debriefing, we head out to the parking lot. She offers to drive and I accept...

On the way to the clients office I take every opportunity to check out my lovely young co-worker. Her short business suit shows off her sexy legs perfectly. As I study her shapely legs, I can't stop thinking about Rachel...on her knees...sucking a stranger's cock...
My own cock becomes hard...

The drive takes about 45 minutes. I am able to determine that Kelly is 22 years old...has a not very steady boyfriend...loves to dance... and has ambition to rise in the company...

We hit it off very well...probably too well for my sake...a few times I think she caught me checking out her legs...

Was it my imagination or did she allow her skirt to rise up just a little bit higher ???

 

[MissTaken]

at the fourth ring of the cell phone, Rachel hears that friendly voice that always brings disappointment

"You have reached the voice mail for <Ken>. Please, leave a message."

Rachel stammered as she spoke through the residue of her sobs.

"Honey. Call me p p please. I saw h h him today. . ."

Her voice faded as she began to weep and quietly hung up the phone. She stayed very still as she thought about the circumstances. An extremely attractive, very young man was in her home today. His hands on her, sent waves of electricity through her body. Her husband says he wants her to experience this young man. Confusion overwhelms Rachel.

Then, the clear thinking of a woman with the strength to single handedly parent her children and maintain a challenging job interjects.......

"Snap out of it!" She thinks to herself, "I have to get moving. I can't obsess on sex all day!"

She finishes cleaning the chandelier and busies herself with placing a year's photos in a photo album. She completed three or four more little chores until the kids came home.

Throughout the day, the tingling sensation left by HIS touch remained with her. She thought not of that, rather of the tasks at hand. However, her body reminded her of that brief moment.

 

[Gareman]

The sales meeting went very well. Kelly had done such a great job that all we really needed to do was hammer out details of the contract. Throughout the morning, I caught myself thinking about Rachel. I wondered what she was doing...I wondered if she had considered my proposition...

At noon, we broke for lunch... I took the opportunity to check my messages...

The first three were business related...

The fourth was Rachel...

I noticed that the number was not her work number...She had called from home...

"Honey. Call me p p please. I saw h h him today. . ."

My heart pounded in my chest. What did she mean by "saw him" ? I felt my jealousy rising... Did she ? Would she ?

The images began running through my mind again....Rachel kneeling...sucking the stranger's cock...

My cock became hard. I had to know what happened...

Quickly I dialed our number and waited for Rachel to answer...

 

[MissTaken]

Rachel was preparing a tuna sandwich for lunch, wanting something light as her nerves were still somewhat on edge. As She put the finishing touches on the sandwich adding a pickle for effect, the phone rang.

Her hand began shaking as she lifted the receiver.

"Hello."

"Hi baby. What is the matter?" Ken asked.

Rachel knew not what to say. To some degree, it seemed ridiculous, at the other corner of her mind, she needed Ken to hold her. A mental embrace was all she could expect today, so she proceeded to say.....

"Honey. I couldn't sleep last night after we spoke on the phone. So this morning, I tried to go to work, but decided to call in for a mental health day. I've been a basket case all day."

Ken, thinking back to the images brought about by their phone call last night, his cock throbbing in his pants, replied,

"I am sorry,Rachel. I didn't mean to upset you. But, what about HIM? What did you mean in your message?"

Ken could hear Rachel's voice break as she told him, "Devon, the young man from next door was here today. He brought the mail and......."

Rachel told Ken about the tumble and about his touch. Rachel told Ken how the touch had affected her.

Then, Rachel blurted, "What do you want from me, Ken? And, if you love me, how can you want me to be with another man?"

Rachel's body began shaking with her sobs as she thought to herself, "If I am so in love and happy with my marriage, how could I have wanted HIM?"

 

[MissTaken]

Rachel hears Ken sigh before he responds.

The sigh is not one of frustration or lethargy. Rather, this is the sigh that she often hears when she knows that he is lying on his bed and has become erect during their phone calls. That sigh always causes a tightness in her belly and and hunger in her groin. This time is no different.

Unconciously, her hand slips across her abdomen in gentle, sensual caresses.

 

[Gareman]

Hearing of Rachel's encounter excites me. I envision the young man touching my wife...studying her body...lusting after her...

I leave the building, searching for a private area to speak. I find a secluded bench and sit down.

"I love you so much," I answered. "But I find the thought of you with someone else.....so....so....exciting."

My cock stiffened. I knew I would have to pull myself together before rejoining the meeting, but I also had to know more.

"Have you thought about what it would be like with him ? You know...to have him inside of you ?"

My heart pounded in my chest...eager to hear her response, but also frightened to hear it...

"How would it feel having him slide his hard cock deep inside of your pussy...filling you...stretching you..."

I felt beads of pirspiration forming on my brow...I wanted to touch my hard penis...to stroke it...but I knew I wouldn't have the opportunity...

Listening...waiting...I turn and see Kelly approaching from a distance...

 

[MissTaken]

"Oh babe. It scares me so. But, you know very well how much I like sex. "

Rachel sighed as she continues. She doesn't want to start the age old argument, but the issue is certainly relevant.

Her voice stammers as she says in a very quiet voice, "But..... but you are gone so much."

"Sometimes, I have thought about taking a lover. Only to feel him inside me. I want only to be able to cum with a warm body rather than my hands or toys, babe."

"I could never do that to you. I couldn't hurt you."

Rachel felt a tingling sensation in her groin at the thought of a hard cock pumping her. Her hand moves down her tummy to her warm mound. She finds it moist and Ken hears a quiet gasp.

He recognizes that sound. It is the sound he always hears when her fingers make contact.

"Ohhh baby, I need you so right now," Rachel murmurs through a husky voice.

 

[Gareman]

Listening to Rachel is turning me on incredibly...

I wish I were there with her.

I raise one finger, motioning Kelly to give me a moment. She stops, waves and turns back toward the building. Her sweet ass looks so inviting in her tight skirt. I'd love to feel those hard cheeks in my hand as I pumped my cock into her young pussy...

"Now listen to me Rachel," I continue. "I won't be hurt if you decide that this is something you would like to pursue. My only request is that I'd like to watch..."

I hear her gasp and realize that she is touching herself. The idea of being with the young man must be getting to her. I'm surprised, but pleased with this development....

 

[MissTaken]

"I wish you could watch me now," Rachel murmurs in a voice full of heated passion.

"My fingers are circling my wet clit. I am ready for you, babe." Rachel sighs heavily as her finger slides over the surface of her sweet orafice.

"Ken. Let's do the web cam tonight. I want you to see me masturbate."

Rachel continued to touch herself, ignoring the second part of his suggestion. Ignoring his desire to watch her with another man. She simply wants him to watch her.

 

[Gareman]

The thought of watching Rachel masturbate is almost too much to bear. Still watching Kelly as she walks away...I begin to merge her image with my wife's... Her blonde hair spread out on the pillow as her long fingers begin to slowly slide between her legs...

"Oh yeah, baby...." I respond. "I'd really like that..."

Suddenly, I remember where I am. Snapping myself back to reality with the thought of returning to our sales meeting with a raging hard-on.

"Hey, honey," I stammer. "I really have to get back inside. I'll call you from the hotel. I love you so much..."

As we exchange good-byes, I make my way back into the building. Finding a restroom, I splash my face with cool water and take several deep breaths.

Staring at myself in the mirror, I see a confused man reflected back. Not only am I encouraging my wife to fuck another man...but I am getting extremely arroused imagining it !!