Stan popped the video in the VCR and settled down in his easy chair. The tape began to play and there was sweet Carol sitting on the bed. He stared intently as Carol seductively exposed more and more of her body.
“Carol, you’re hotter than hot.” Stan moaned as he unzipped his pants and slowly rubbed his aching cock. He pressed the slow motion button and savored the sight of his best friend’s wife pulling her chemise up over her head.
Stan yanked his shirt up around his nose taking in the sweet scent of Carol’s lingering perfume. He had come so close. Now, he would have to settle for the next best thing. Stan closed his eyes and began reliving each moment of his evening with Carol and Ken. In his mind, however, he fast forwarded to the moment he was alone with Carol. They had been embracing and everything seemed so spontaneous.
He opened his eyes and stared at Carol’s naked body. The video was already starting to show signs of wear as a horizontal line slowly scrolled down the screen. He froze the video on Carol’s breasts and stroked his cock. He remembered how firm they felt through the thin materiel of her dress.
Stan pressed play again and watched Ken slide into bed next to Carol. Instead of foreplay, his best friend pushed Carol onto her back and began fucking her in earnest. Stan stroked along focusing on the sights and sounds of love making.
Stan adjusted the volume as his favorite part approached. Once again the annoying horizontal line scrolled down the screen. Ken rolled over and Carol straddled him guiding his cock into her pussy.
“Say it.” Ken moaned looking up at his wife.
“Stan.” Carol gasped.
“Say it again.” Ken responded forcefully.
Stan adjusted the volume.
“Oh, Stan. Fuck me!”
“That’s it Carol. Fuck Stan.” Ken yelled thrusting his cock up into Carol.
“Stan! Oh, Stan! Fuck me!”
“Yeah, fuck Stan.” Ken groaned.
“You’re making me cum, Stan! You’re making me cum!” Carol screamed.
“Cum on my dick, Carol.” Stan grunted as he jacked his cock.
“I’m cumming, Stan.” Carol yelled.
Stan watched Carol’s hip gyrate side to side grinding herself into Ken. Her breasts jiggled violently until the climactic moment peaked and then she slumped forward on Ken’s chest. Stan closed his eyes and just like a hundred times before he climaxed, too.
Ken sat in his office staring out the window. His in-box was full but all he could think about was his wife in Stan’s arms. It had been over a month since the dinner and the memory was still fresh. He closed his eyes and everything raced back in living color. First there was Carol walking down the stairs in that unbelievably short black dress. Then later in the kitchen, Stan holding Carol, kissing her, playing with her breasts, and finally, pulling her dress up to feel inside her panties. If only she hadn’t made him stop.
He opened his eyes and squeezed the bulge in his pants.
Ken took a deep breath and placed the call.
Stan sat quietly reviewing the monthly financial reports. The ratios were way out of whack and that meant extra hours trying to figure out what went wrong. He was growing tired of the constant headaches of dealing with the board. These number wouldn’t make it any easier.
“Ken Jones is on line three.” His secretary buzzed.
Stan smiled and picked up the phone. “Hi Ken.”
“How’s business?”
“Not good, the competition’s winning this month.”
“I think you need a break, Stan.”
“What I need is a month long vacation away from this place.”
“I hear you.”
“I keep thinking things are going to get better but it’s the same old shit over and over.”
“It’s only going to get worse if the economy doesn’t improve.”
“Let’s not go there.”
“Sounds like you need to get laid, Stan.”
“You got that right.” Stan replied, then added, “How’s Carol?” Realizing that he had just made a major Freudian slip, Stan quickly continued, “I didn’t mean for that to come out that way.”
“Of course you did.” Ken replied.
Both men laughed.
“I was wondering if you would be interested in getting together again?”
“I was afraid that you and Carol were still upset about the last time.”
“No way. I figured the best thing to do was give Carol some time. I think we’re both ready to try it again.”
“What do you have in mind?”
“I know this is late notice, but Carol and I are going to spend next week in Pigeon Forge. I thought you might enjoy a weekend away, too.”
“Sounds like an offer I can’t refuse.”
“It might be a chance for you and Carol to pick up where you left off.”
“Are you serious?”
“Absolutely. I’ll email the directions this afternoon.”
“I invited Stan down for the weekend.”
“You did what?”
Carol sat her coffee cup on the kitchen table. Her eyebrows raised a little. It was an expression that even after twenty-two years of marriage left Ken unsure of what it meant. One thing was certain, she didn’t appear to be too excited about inviting Stan to the cabin.
“I asked Stan to spend the weekend with us.” Ken repeated.
“You never give up do you?”
Ken chuckled nervously.
“I talked with him today and he sounded pretty stressed. I thought he could use the break.”
“I don’t think vacationing with Stan is a good idea.”
“I think it’s a great idea.”
“I thought we were finished with the Stan fantasy.”
There was a long silence.
Finally, Ken turned and stared out on to the deck.
“I can’t begin to explain what a turn on it was watching you with Stan.”
Carol stared at her husband. His voice sounded shaky.
“I was standing right there watching you and Stan kiss.” Ken continued pointing to the grill.
“And none of that made you the least bit jealous?”
“I admit it made me a little bit jealous.”
“Then that should tell you something.” Carol replied.
“It tells me how exciting it was, Carol. I can’t chase those images from my mind and I’m willing to bet that if you’re completely honest with yourself it was just as pleasurable for you, too.”
Carol turned her head away. She had indeed thought about it many times. How could she forget an evening like that? Actually, Stan had made it impossible to forget that night. He had been sending her flower arrangements every other day. The delivery guy was already starting to get suspicious. She smiled as she looked at the recent delivery. Stan was a hopeless romantic, or at least that’s what she thought.
Carol closed her eyes. Stan had taken her to the edge and it left her feeling sinfully good. She crossed her legs as she remembered the pleasurable sensations as his finger eased inside her panties and gently grazed her pubic area. But it had been his bulging groin pressed against her leg that sent her fleeing from his arms. She had shouted, “Stop!”
“Carol, are you okay?” Ken asked.
Carol opened her eyes.
“Ken, I’m afraid that you’re asking for trouble.”
“You’ve said that before and everything was just fine.”
“We should have never shared our fantasies with Stan. These are our private fantasies and they’re not meant to be shared with other people.”
“We’re talking about Stan. He’s special and you know it. All I’m saying is let’s give it another try and see what happens.”
Carol glared at Ken until he shrugged his shoulders and reached out to touch her hand. She jerked it away and crossed her arms. He knew she was upset and for the moment he wouldn’t press his luck. At least she hadn’t said, “No.”
The drive to Pigeon Forge took about three hours. Stan was surprised at how much things had changed. When he and his ex-wife visited back in the late 70s the area was just beginning to grow. He glanced at the map. He was getting close.
Carol paced back and forth in the bedroom loft. She walked to the edge and leaned against the smooth log railing. It was a beautifully decorated log cabin. The owners had a definite flair for decorating. Antiques filled each room giving the cabin a comfortable country feeling.
The large fireplace downstairs was made of river rock that’s so common in the area. Ken had built a fire earlier and now the burning wood added to the fresh cabin smells. The wood popped and cracked. The front bay windows provided a breathtaking view of the mountains. Outside, she could see smoke rising from the grill.
Carol turned and looked at the king size sleigh bed. It was so large that it took up most of the space in the small loft bedroom. On one side there was a full length mirror. Carol glanced at her reflection and ran her hands down the front of her dress. Ken had begged her to wear the black mini dress again, but she had intentionally left it at home. She walked over to the bed and laid down staring up at the skylight. At night the moon and stars shined brightly, illuminating the room. It was so peaceful.
Carol began to think about the weekend and Stan. Questions raced through her mind. Why did thoughts of playing with Stan turn her husband on so much? How had something so forbidden become a turn on? Wasn’t he satisfied with her anymore? What about their marriage vows and especially the part about “forsaking all others?” Carol wished that she hadn’t consented to Ken’s fantasies. In the beginning fantasizing about Stan was repugnant. Gradually Ken had worn her down and she slowly began to warm up to the idea. Now, it was a real turn on for her, too.
Carol sat up and stared at her reflection in the mirror. A small gold cross hung around her neck. It sparkled in the light and that made her pause for a moment. Carol remembered her Sunday school teacher and the lessons about lusting in the heart and how it was the same thing as committing adultery. But was this really adultery?
Carol got up and walked into the bathroom. She sprayed perfume on her neck and wrists. What if something did happen with Stan? How would she react this time? It had become way too easy to fantasize about such things. What if Stan insisted on more than a teasing kiss? Would she be able to say no? Would she want to say no? What if Ken wasn’t comfortable? Would he want her to say no? If he did, how would she know?
The sound of a car horn startled Carol.
It was Stan.
He would be spending the night and this time she wouldn’t have anywhere to run. Carol felt nauseous and lunged toward the toilet. All the day’s anxiety and the bologna sandwich she had for lunch came gurgling up through her throat. She dropped to her knees, pressing her hand against her forehead.
“Hi, Stan.” Ken yelled. “I see you found us.”
“Your directions were great.” Stan replied as he stepped out of the car. “Those are some big steaks.”
