"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.
Whilst Neil was average in the manhood department and had no problems satisfying his wife sexually, he began longing to see her with other men. This fantasy led him back into chat rooms where he would pretend to be his wife chatting to other men. Sometimes he would even pretend to be him and Rachel as he read the words of strangers telling him what they would like to do with his wife.
Neil felt embarrassed by his online activity, especially pretending to be his wife, even adding photos of her from their honeymoon in her sexy outfits and bikinis to his profile. But no matter how many times he tried to stop it he couldn't. Being away from Rachel and alone most evenings he felt excited by the prospect of going online and he needed more of it to fuel his fantasy and reach his own powerful climax.
He loved to read what guys thought of his wife's impressive tits. He had always enjoyed the way guys checked her out whenever they were out in a bar, club or restaurant. He tried hard on holidays to get her to go topless but she never did. Rachel loved her 34E chest but having such large breasts on a slim figure made her feel conscious of the attention they drew.
This behaviour continued up to a year before eventually one night Rachel unknowingly presented her husband with the opportunity to come clean about his ultimate fantasy.
"Join a website?" Rachel mused.
"Yeah," Neil said, "like an adult dating site but for swingers." He explained. Knowing full well what site he wanted them to join. "We could set up a profile chat to some guys and see how we feel about possibly taking it further."
Rachel had to admit that she was turned on by her husband's idea, but thinking it wasn't a very realistic one she decided to have some fun probing his mind as she gently stroked his cock and cupped his balls. Neil went on to explain the roles of a hot wife and a cuckold husband before explaining that all he was really interested in was watching her. She understood what a voyeur was and couldn't hide the fact she had become extremely aroused, more than usual in fact, as her husband described how he wanted to see the pleasure on her face and witness another man enjoying her body, especially her massive tits.
That night they signed up to a free swinger's website and filled out their profile stating that they were looking for single guys who were experienced with couples for Rachel, whilst Neil would watch. They posted a few photos of themselves but kept them hidden as hoards of cock pictures came flooding in from desperate guys hoping to get a sniff. The first half an hour was soul destroying for Rachel as she quickly grew bored of the immaturity of most of the male members. Neil was desperate to find a suitable guy however and soon enough an older guy of thirty-eight named Paul popped into their inbox with just the kind of message they were looking for.
He was courteous and polite describing how he could be the guy they were looking for and Rachel liked the fact he posted a face photo first. They got chatting and quickly swapped more face photos before eventually Paul showed how well endowed he really was. Neil cursed and Rachel burst out laughing as the guys nine inch cock flashed up on their computer screen.
"God," she gasped, "I only thought they came in black."
Again they both laughed before the guy politely asked for a picture of Rachel topless. Having uploaded some sexy photos already, expecting to have to show them, Neil added a sexy topless photo of his wife in just a thong kneeling on their bed. The guy messaged back sounding very delighted with her rack, explaining how he hoped to sample them in the flesh one day. More photos were exchanged with Rachel naked displaying her tight shaven pussy before they eventually signed off for the night and fucked each other's brains out.
The next morning Neil came downstairs to be greeted by his wife handing him his breakfast. His favourite poached eggs on toast with a large cup of coffee. Rachel sat down took a sip of her own coffee and lit a cigarette.
"How serious are you about this swinging malarkey?" Rachel asked with a serious gaze.
"I'm deadly serious," Neil answered, are you?"
"I want to but ... I don't know." She said. I mean I want to ... it's just can we really handle this?"
