Cerys loved Jefferson and she had to do this affirmation routine several times a day. It had almost become like a mantra. After all, to all intents and purposes and in any other woman's eyes, Cerys had it all. Not only did she have the looks (striking features, long glossy black hair and almond shaped green eyes) she also had the figure too. (Height five foot ten, waist 28 inches, bust 38DD, no enhancement surgery required) and a rich, drop dead gorgeous husband to boot.
Every female who crossed Jefferson's path secretly coveted him. Cerys should know, she was frequently subjected to the possibility that other women's pussies were dribbling whenever Jefferson walked into a room.
Jefferson's high cheekbones and perfect body would in themselves have been a gift from God, but he also possessed a hundred kilowatt smile that caused the sides of his azure eyes to crease at the sides giving him a look of perpetual horny mischief.
In essence, he was every woman's fantasy so why wasn't he Cerys'? When exactly had she stopped fancying her own husband? And why had she recently started to fantasise about fucking her husband's best friend Alex?
It had been a fleeting thought at first, a thought that had suddenly occurred one night when Alex had called round to their house with Tamara his 'new' girlfriend. Tamara was Alex's sixth 'new' girlfriend that month. Cerys had been as welcoming and friendly as usual but as they all shared a bottle of wine, she had found herself wondering exactly what it was about Alex that made him such a magnet to the female race. Was it just his rugged good looks and his charismatic charm or could it be because he was good in bed?
The very thought had Cerys completely unawares and had caused her to blush as she had filled Alex's latest squeezes glass with a hefty measure of Chardonnay and that was precisely when her current predicament started, all ignited by just one small, seemingly insignificant, very casual thought.
Cerys had never been one to fantasise. She had partaken in role-playing with Jefferson only once throughout their whole marriage and she had found the whole thing very embarrassing. However, after the night of Alex's visit she had found that once she had started thinking about him and his possible sexual prowess, she simply couldn't stop.
'Jesus Cerys, get a move on. Everyone is due to arrive in ten minutes and you're not even dressed for Christ sake.'
Jefferson pulled a crisp white t-shirt from the wardrobe to compliment his pristine pale blue shorts.
'How long does it take to don a bikini and a sarong?' Cerys asked, flashing Jefferson a sardonic smile before turning back to her dressing table. Picking up her lip gloss she applied it in one swift movement to her lips.
'There's no need to be facetious,' Jefferson snapped, grabbing his trainers.
'Just make sure you are ready before everyone arrives, I'm sure that can't be too difficult, not even for you.'
Jefferson left the room, slamming the bedroom door in the process.
Cerys put on her thin gold chain and clipped in her earrings. Jefferson was perfect. He was that alright, perfectly controlling. Cerys knew that all marriages had their ups and downs but she had realised recently that if she didn't have her fantasies about Alex to hold onto, she would have probably gone stir crazy.
As she left the bedroom Cerys used that reasoning to assuage the thrilling guilt that was buried deep inside her. Jefferson might think he owned her lock stock and barrel but he couldn't own her mind and as she swept down the hallway in her sarong and bikini, the thought of secretly coveting her husband's best friend without him knowing made it feel to her like for once she had some power over Jefferson. A secret power and one he couldn't take away.
Later that day, as Cerys sat in the hot tub she looked across at Alex and found her eyes briefly travelling down to his swimming shorts. 'I wonder if he has a big cock,' she thought. It was a split second notion and immediately Cerys was flooded with guilt.
Horrified at herself, she quickly submerged herself in the hot tub, allowing the water to wash over her as if she was subconsciously cleansing herself of the brief, dirty thought. Coming back up for air Cerys noticed that Alex was still there, sitting on the edge of the tub chatting to Jefferson.
What disturbed Cerys on a serious level, was that Alex hadn't done anything at all to precipitate the many fantasies she had about him. All he had done was have a healthy flow of female companions. He wasn't even Cerys's type. Alex always let his guard down in public in a way Jefferson would never do. In fact, he could be quite vulgar, yet there was definitely something about him that drew Cerys to him.
Jefferson and Alex were the complete polar opposite to each other. Alex was as dark as Jefferson was fair. Jefferson liked his shirt collars starched to perfection whereas Alex didn't seem to care if his shirts were as crumpled as a piece of discarded paper. His permanent five o clock shadow and rugged features made him look permanently horny and it was almost too painful for Cerys to look at him.
It was after the hot tub scenario that Cerys' fantasies really took hold. The more she tried to shake them off the more her mind seemed to cling on to them. Her horny thoughts regarding Alex would infiltrate even the simplest of daily tasks.
Making a salad and slicing a cucumber she would again wonder for the countless time how big Alex's cock was and how it would taste in her mouth. Was it wide, circumcised and juicy just the way she had always liked them? Did he shave his pubic hair or did he leave himself wild? Cerys hoped not.
When she had washed her car one morning later that week and as she soaped the windscreen she imagined being in the shower with Alex. His hard body pressed against her, his hands soaping her body, the white suds forming on her breasts reminding her of cum.
The little thoughts then escalated into full blown scenarios. Scenarios that started to help with Cerys' overwhelming private needs. Masturbation that had been rare was now a regular daily event. Once Jefferson had performed his obsessive morning rituals and left for work, Cerys would run back upstairs to release her body from the pent up frustration that had stacked up inside her. Different scenarios flashed through her mind like scenes of a film.
One of her favourite fantasies was the one where Alex was fixing the alarm or assessing the whole security system, which he was often called to do due to Jefferson's paranoia. Cerys imagined him coming to fix the alarm and then seducing her in the kitchen as she made him a coffee. The circumstance was always the same; Alex pulled up her dress, ripped down her knickers and lifted her onto the worktop where he would take her pussy prisoner with his tongue until she exploded in his mouth. That weekend, her fantasising went one step further.
Cerys and Jefferson returned home from a black tie ball of unbelievably mind-numbing proportions. Of course, the only thing that had kept Cerys secretly entertained had been Alex with his numerous anecdotes.
Jefferson was in a particularly buoyant mood. His company had won an extremely prestigious award and to celebrate he had drunk more champagne than usual. As Cerys undressed, Jefferson stood behind her, lifting her hair he kissed her neck before moving down to her shoulders. Cerys tried to move away but Jefferson held her hair firmly in his hands restricting her movement.
