This is one of the intimate experiences drawn from the secret corners of our minds when husband and wife merge our desires and share the rush of pleasure that must remain a well-kept secret between us. Entrusting our fantasies to each other sets our minds and bodies free to explore pleasures that would otherwise be forbidden.
No sooner had Mike started the car and begun to back out of their parking place, Kathleen mused quietly to him in that tone that signaled something erotic was simmering just beneath the surface. "That was an interesting dress Julia was wearing this morning."
Mike smiled and silently nodded as he calculated what response he was willing to risk. Julia was their Pastor's wife. As they pulled out of the church parking lot following the Sunday service, images of that dress still flickered in his mind's eye. That is, images of that dress AND what was veiled behind it. His smile and his pause gave room for Katheen to fill the silence.
"Maybe it was just me. She seemed so aglow this morning in that dress..." Before the silence allowed enough time for Mike to reply, Kathleen added, "...aglow in an almost edgy way."
Mike kept his eyes on the road as he echoed, "Yes, in an edgy sort of way. I agree." He felt the tittillating edge of their words and their subject. Then, after letting the vibe linger in the air, he breathed further life into the moment. "Makes me wonder if she has an idea."
Kathleen smiled, slithering her hand to his shoulder, and asked, "Has an idea about what, sweetie?"
Mike felt Kathleen's finger tracing a soft circle along his shoulder as his mind was tracing the mental images he had stored up of those soft curves of Julia's body under that dress. He felt his heartbeat quicken. He tried to not stammer as he floated his words aloud as if he had to whisper to avoid others hearing what he said. "Has any idea that... there are... some, um, eyes discreetly admiring the view."
As he maintained his composure well enough to continue the drive home, Kathleen giggled and echoed, "Yes, the view." As she spoke those words, she oh so slightly ran her free hand along the modest v-neck dip along the collar of her sweater. Like a swinging pendulum, her hand brushed back and forth making several passes along that neckline as she murmured, "... and you like that view, don't you sweetie." With each pass of her hand, she nudged the collar lower.
Mike's eyes darted back and forth between the road and that sweet view dancing next to him. Kathleen felt the pleasure of his eyes, and from the touch of her own soft fingers plying softly across her sweet, pale flesh. Her full, 38c breastflesh was easily excitable and always marked by the undeniable evidence of the impossible to hide swelling of her large pink nipples. In the sweater she was wearing the upper edge of those nipples were safely veiled; veiled until that pendulum sway of her hand nudged the collar lower and lower with each pass.
"It makes one wonder . . ." Kathleen said as her voice tailed away, leaving the balance of her thought unspoken.
Mike nudged the thought forward. "Yes, makes one wonder if perhaps there is more to that sweet view than, well, just a sweet view."
Kathleen cooed as she felt a light wisp of air kiss the upper crest of her nipple as it slipped into view for an instant. "More than a sweet view," she echoed.
By the time they arrived home and pulled into the garage, the two of them had found a seamless connection in their arousals. Mike was able to blend the visions of Kathleen's body exposed with his cravings to see more of Julia's body. Kathleen discovered a moist zone of desire fueled by her desire for Mike and the latent, bisexual cravings kept secret from all except Mike.
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BREAKFAST TWO DAYS LATER . . .
As they sat at the table sipping their morning coffee before Mike prepared to make his was to the office complex of the business they owned, Kathleen made a passing comment.
"Julia is going to stop by this morning. We are supposed to look over the budget for the Christmas program."
"Ho-ho-ho," Mike puffed with a smile. "You girls have fun with that one."
Kathleen quickly replied, "Well, I did think we could have fun, but not exactly budget fun."
Mike was curious. "What type of fun then?"
Kathleen slid her hand to Mike's thigh as she looked into his eyes. Mike saw that smoldering heat of passion flickering in her brown eyes as she politely asked, "Do you think you would have time to video Skype with me later this morning? I mean, in private?"
Mike loved those last two words. IN. PRIVATE. That was their code for some fantasy fun time they would sometimes schedule together. His mind raced through the morning agenda and knew he could easily blow off all commitments. "Just tell me what time, baby."
"About 9:30," she said.
"Okay." Mike tapped out a note on his schedule to make sure he did not forget. Like he could actually forget this.
"And Mike, she is supposed to be here at about 8:30. I might be in a slightly deceptive and manipulative mood when she arrives."
"Deceptive and manipulative mood?"
"Yes. But I don't want to tell you too much lest I both ruin the fun of the surprise and give you too much to think about." She smiled to affirm him and added, "Just be your loving, horny self and let me see what I can do. Don't assume anything. Just be you and respond normally as if you think I am the only one home and we are having some private time together."
He loved the sound of that, even though he really wanted to know more. But Mike knew his wife all too well. She loved opportunities to create edgy experiences that pushed the limits of their pleasures. She never seemed to lack for creativity. And she also never failed to deliver a rush that pushed him over the edge.
For Mike, the morning seemed to be stuck in time, each minute taking an hour to pass. He began to fear that the erection his anticipation had stimulated might be cause for concern. He knew he could only handle the discomfort of his thick dick unfurled in his jeans for so long.
For Kathleen, she mentally rehearsed what she thought would be the perfect plan, dependent only on her being convincing enough to Julia and finding that crack of vulnerability in Julia that she was certain she could not only locate, but exploit.
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8:28 am
The knock at the door was startling. While deep in thought with all sorts of hopeful, erotic visions and fantasies, a knock on the door was instantly an instrusion of reality. But the real shock was who awaited on the other side of that door as it opened.
"Brian?"
"Suprised to see me?" Brian innocently laughed. He was Julia's husband. Their pastor.
Mike tried to flush the shocking expression from his face. "Brian. Of course ... glad to see you ... yeah sure, a little bit surprised. What are you doing here? I mean, I'm sorry, come on in buddy." Mike waved Brian into his office suite. His mind now racing. Too many loose ends and unconnected liabilities. In that moment Mike felt as if Brian had mind-reading, super-spiritual powers and could somehow discern the filthy fantasies of Mike's mind.
"I hope I am not interuppting anything important," Brian said as moved to sit in one of the plush armchairs across from Mike's desk.
"No, not at all," Mike said (as he thought to himself, "well except for the bad timing of me looking forward to something filthy and fun about to happen with your wife).
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8:36 am
The doorbell beckoned Kathleen. She took a deep breath, smiled, and brushed her hands down her button up sweater as if she were working out the wrinkles. Her sweater hung low enough to make the sheer leggings a modest addition, even though they were the "sexy" ones that Mike loved to see her wearing. It was showtime.
