"Are you serious?" Rachel gasped at her husband Neil. "That's your all time sexual fantasy?"
"Yeah," he replied, putting on a brave face while deep inside himself he felt squeamish for finally admitting to his wife of two years his one true wish.
"Wow!" Rachel gasped further. "I don't know what to say. I mean ... sure it's hot and I have fantasises involving strangers, but to actually do it while you watch ... I don't know what else to say."
"Well, maybe we could join a website and see where it takes us." Neil suggested nervously.
Rachel had met Neil through work. He was her team leader and when she first met him they both sensed a spark. It was a silent one but it was there deep in the affectionate gaze they shared. Despite their obvious attraction Rachel made no attempt to fuel the fire in fear of the inevitable office rumours that would follow. Fearing being labelled the office slut trying to sleep her way to the top Rachel avoided being alone with Neil as much as possible. Neil had other ideas however and took every opportunity to flirt discreetly with the busty brunette without making her feel he was sexually harassing her.
Everybody who met Rachel couldn't help but notice how beautiful and curvy she was. She was the perfect height standing 5"7 with her athletic build. Her waist was a modest size 10 but she always felt that her 32E bust was too large for her body. Whilst no man that had ever met her would agree with her on that one, there probably weren't too many women either as most were envious of her for having such large yet firm breasts. But it wasn't only her body that Neil was attracted to, no, her long wavy brown hair added to her elegance while her green eyes glistened like emeralds, completed with an infectious smile Rachel truly was beautiful.
She enjoyed the flirting. She loved Neil chasing after her and soon she developed feelings for him. She began to wonder about what it would be like to be with him. What kind of date would he make? Was he a good a kisser as he liked to brag? What did his body look like? He looked strong and athletic in his shirt and trousers, but was he the Greek god she was beginning to fantasise about? Would he cuddle up to her at night after they had made love?
Finally after six months working together the Christmas party arrived and Neil finally had his chance to catch Rachel at her most vulnerable, drunk and merry, to ask her the sort of questions about her personal life that would otherwise be deemed inappropriate around the workplace.
Rachel admitted that she had split up with her boyfriend right before she had joined the company, much to the delight of Neil who was quick to inform her that he had long been single and was now ready to date again, hence his obvious affection for her.
Neil offered her the shoulder to cry on as it were as he listened to her every word on how her boyfriend had dragged her down emotionally and had tried to control her. Neil could hear the free spirit within desperately trying to escape. With the drink obviously affecting Rachel, Neil took his opportunity and led her outside to the smoking area where they could smoke and talk more privately.
With her guard down and longing for any kind of affection Neil moved in and gently kissed her softly on the lips, hoping for the right response. He quickly got it as she closed her eyes pulled him closer and slipped her tongue into his mouth. They kissed passionately like teenagers, Neil using all of his strength to refrain from rubbing his hands all over her body. He was desperate not to let his testosterone alcohol fuelled state ruin his chance with Rachel, so instead he cupped her face and broke the kiss.
"I'm sorry." She apologised, stepping back from Neil.
"Why?" He asked. "I'm not," he added to reassure her, "I think your beautiful Rachel. I knew it the first moment I laid eyes on you. I think you feel the same way but are afraid to trust another man again.
"It's not that simple." She moaned. "You wouldn't understand."
"Well, try me," he offered, "I've been listening so far haven't I?"
"It's my boyfriend." She paused, lighting a cigarette, "He still texts me nagging me to get back with him."
"Do you love him?" Neil asked bluntly.
"I did once," Rachel said with regret in her voice, "it's just ..."
"Is he violent, Rachel? Is that it?" Neil said with anger in his tone, cutting her off before she could finish what she was saying.
"Not exactly, but he gets very aggressive and possessive towards me. But I swear he has never raised a hand towards me." She tried to justify.
"That's no excuse to be a shit head." Neil said, frustrated. "You left him. The guy needs to grow a set and get over it." He told her.
"Maybe your right," She suggested.
"Come home with me tonight, Rachel." Neil said, cupping her chin and raising her head softly to look at him.
Rachel smiled at Neil and they kissed again, but this time his hands wandered to her bum cheeks as he grabbed her and pulled her in tight, squashing her large breasts against his body.
That night would be the first night for the rest of their lives as they made love all night in every position imaginable. The following morning Rachel asked if it was now official, if the office banter would stop and they could start dating properly. Neil kissed her passionately giving her the answer she wanted whilst making no guarantees he would be able to stop flirting around the office. They both laughed before Neil lifted her up onto the kitchen table and slipped between her legs, entering her willing body once more.
Following that evening they never looked back. Eight months later Rachel moved in with Neil and a further eighteen months later they were married. A lust filled crazy in love honeymoon to the Caribbean followed before they headed back home and settled into married life. Rachel loved being a wife. She loved being a Mrs and while she still felt too young to have children, only being twenty-five, she loved playing the role of a hard working wife.
By now Neil had been promoted and Rachel had left the company to work somewhere else for better pay and working hours. This meant she would often arrive home before her husband and she enjoyed cooking romantic meals for the pair before retiring to bed early for a night of passion.
The marriage continued like this before both of their respective employment roles changed and with it came added pressure and stress. They still found time for each other but it wasn't long before the passion faded and routine set in. They both swore to each other they would never let it happen having witnessed its destruction to the marriages of their friends. But in the end it became harder and harder as they juggled work, friends, the gym and other things in their lives. They still loved each other but making love was reduced to twice sometimes once a week and this seemed to suit them both, for a while.
Neil then started to work away during the week and found his loneliness comforted by internet porn. He had no plans to cheat but frequented chat rooms trying to find lonely horny ladies to satisfy his sexual fantasies. Watching porn regularly opened up his mind and he quickly found himself drawn to the amateur videos of married couples having threesomes with men and women. The further he delved the deeper he became turned on by the videos of husbands filming their wives with other men. He imagined his wife Rachel was the sexy wife in the video being used and pleasured by these hung strangers.
