Madisons Mission

Madison leaned on her pillow with a mischievous grin. She squeezed husband's cock, surprised to find it hard so soon after lovemaking. "So this talk of me with another man really does turn you on," she said. She rolled over to fish another condom out of the bedside drawer. When she found one, she lay on her back, parted her legs, and smiled at Ryan as he climbed between them. Ryan took the condom, unwrapped it, and rolled it onto his penis.

"Yes," he answered. "It does." The condom in place, he thrust himself into her, and began pumping. "I don't know if it's something I really want to happen. But I do think about it all the time. I even masturbate to it." Madison wrapped her arms around his neck and coaxed him down to lay on top of her. Ryan cooperated, and the couple lay face to face as they made love. "I just don't know how I'd react emotionally."

"You know you're all the man I need, right?"

"Of course. It's just a fantasy. I don't understand it."

"Mmmm," sighed Madison. "I enjoy making love to you," she said with a kiss.

"I know you do. It's just fun to think about."

"It does sound fun." Then, giggling impishly, "Like what if he's got a better body than you? Or a bigger dick? Fun is right!"

"You better stop if you don't want me to cum right now," Ryan said sheepishly.

Madison widened her eyes in mock surprise. "Maybe he'll be better in bed. Or give me multiple orgasms. Would that do it for you?"

Ryan increased his thrusts, and tightened his fingers around her arms as he usually did before he came.

"What if he fucks my brains out all night long, and ruins you for me, so I never want you again? Is that what you want?"

"Oh God," bellowed Ryan, ramming himself into her one last time, holding there for a few moments before he collapsed on top of her. "Oh God, I love you so much." They lay panting for a few minutes before Ryan carefully gripped the condom by its base, pulled himself out of her, and rolled over. He lay on his side and passionately kissed his wife as he took it off. Madison moaned a little. She was happy her husband had enjoyed himself so much, even if she was a little disappointed that their second session that night went by so quick. His pleasure was the main reason she made love, she thought to herself.

She cuddled up to him.

"So what if it actually happened?" She asked.

"Mmm? You mean…?" he started sleepily.

"I mean me with another man. How would you react?"

"It's just a fantasy," he said, the words almost swallowed by a yawn.

"Of course."

In a few minutes, Ryan started snoring. When she was sure he was sound asleep, she reached between her thighs and quietly diddled herself to orgasm.

***

Dean owned the contracting company that was renovating Madison and Ryan's home. Just 35, he was confident, with boyish good looks, and a body like Adonis. To keep cool in the summer heat, he wore cutoff shorts and rugged boots while he worked. No shirt. His tan torso glistened with sweat. He was dedicated, too. Often, while his crewmen took their long breaks, Dean would work by himself on this or that project to speed up the day's progress.

Madison wanted him. She wasn't just attracted to him. She didn't just have a crush on him. "Lust" was too soft a word for what burned in her. She needed Dean in a way she didn't remember needing any man before. She was committed to doing everything in her power to have him.

At first, she had resisted the impulse. She loved her husband. She couldn't see herself as an adulteress. But as the days of the contractors' work stretched into weeks, Madison's resolve wore down. Every time she passed through his work area, ribald thoughts would distract her from home office matters for hours. One day, he finally picked up on her signals, and they had begun flirting shamelessly.

She had been subtly trying to get Ryan's permission. She thought Ryan might even enjoy it. But she couldn't press the issue without giving herself away. Not worth it. Madison decided it was easier to get forgiveness than permission.

Dean and Madison's flirtations continued. He started calling her "Maddie," a nick she hadn't used since high school. She liked it when he called her that. She liked almost anything Dean did. But much as they flirted, Dean never made a move. Madison knew if she wanted anything to happen, she would have to take action herself.

But what if I've misread him?

What if he's not interested at all?

Other scary thoughts crept into her head.

What if he tells Ryan?

Madison pondered the possibility of losing the comfortable life her husband's income bought her.

But one Thursday morning, Madison caught sight of Dean's six pack abs, and the matter was decided. Since the contracting work would be done soon, she knew it was now or never. Her body went on a mission. Consequences no longer mattered.

Madison set aside her work, went to the bedroom, and changed into a pair of kaki shorts and a tank-top which showed off her light shoulders. Now she just needed an excuse to spend some time with Dean to make her intent known.

Around 11:30, she went to the kitchen and made a large pitcher of fresh lemonade. She brought it to the work area, serving it to the workers, taking special care to sit next to Dean, touching her legs to his. She made small talk, and laughed a little too hard at Dean's jokes. Soon, all the workers wandered off for lunch.

When they were finally alone, Madison bit her lip, and searched for Dean's eyes. He avoided her gaze at first, not sure if he wanted to go through with what was obviously about to happen. Finally, with a deep breath, he looked her in the eye. He caressed her bare thigh, and smiled. Madison breathed a sigh of relief and leaned into him. He took her in his arms, and they kissed. When they finished, Madison stood up and extended her hand. Dean took it, and followed her to the bedroom.

Once there, Dean sat on the edge of the bed and pulled Madison down next to him. He leaned in to kiss her again, and ran his fingertips up the side of her bare leg to the edge of her shorts. Gripping them by the hem, he gave them a brief tug, to hint where he was going next. Then he took her tank-top in both hands and, with Madison's full cooperation, pulled it up over her outstretched arms. Tossing it aside, he paused to admire her body. He smiled when he realized that her choice of a sexy lacy bra proved that this wasn't as spontaneous as it might have seemed. Madison had planned to be seen topless today.

For her part, Madison didn't let on that she was in a frenzy. With her long fingernails, she combed through the blond curls on Dean's bare chest, trying to seem casual. She wanted to taste him. She wanted him in her. Her heart raced while Dean's eyes traced the contours of her breasts, hips, and neck. She couldn't wait anymore. She unbuttoned the top of Dean's cutoffs, cuffed her thumbs all the way into the waste band of his underpants, and hurriedly pulled down while Dean lifted his ass off the bed to help.

Leaving his trousers in a heap at his feet, she grinned a goofy grin. Dean's cock hung between his thighs on the edge of the bed, not quite erect. Even semi-flaccid, it was impressive. Much bigger and better looking than Ryan's. Despite herself, she stared for a moment before returning her gaze to Dean's eyes. Dean didn't seem offended at the liberty she had taken.

Madison knelt beside the bed and parted Dean's legs with her hands. Dean's cock throbbed and grew a little in anticipation. She took his cock into her hand and stroked it. She saw the metal of her wedding ring touching the flesh of another man's penis—and she didn't care. All that mattered in that moment was Dean's glorious cock. She kissed the head lightly, dabbing a bit of pre-cum with her tongue, then took him into her mouth and sucked.

Dean sighed and laughed a little. Leaning back on his hands, he relaxed to enjoy the sensation of Madison's mouth. She was skillful. Little did he know she had a mission. Not that it would have mattered to him in the least. It wasn't long before he was fully erect, and aching for release. Sensing Dean's need, Madison knew the timing was right. She stood up between his legs, and began unbuttoning her shorts.

Dean sat up on the edge of the bed, kicked off his boots, then helped her undress. Even though Madison could tell that his need was urgent, she was surprised at his control. His movements as they undressed her were hurried, but not clumsy. After she unfastened her shorts, Dean assisted their drop to the floor. Same with her bra.

Finally, she was completely naked. Dean stood up next to her, embraced her, and kissed her. Madison enjoyed the feeling of his erect penis against her bare skin. From the way he let it linger, she guessed he enjoyed it too. She cooperated when he used his arms to position her bent over with her hands on the bed. She liked it that way too.

Now I'm going to get it

! She thought excitedly.

But he didn't enter her right away. There was a pause.

She heard the dresser drawer behind her open, then he said, "Maddie, I didn't bring any condoms today. Do you have any?"

No! What guy gets to THIS POINT and gets conscientious about protection?

"Um, no, I was… I just assumed you would have one," she fibbed. She didn't mention the box of Trojans in the bedside drawer.

"Look, I'm sorry, I don't have one. I really don't have any diseases though, if you're willing to trust me. And I swear I'll pull out."

Madison smiled.

Oh no you won't.

"I guess I'll have to trust you," she said.

Now get over here and FUCK ME.

Dean resumed his position behind her. She felt his fingers caress her labia; then she felt the head of his cock penetrate her cunt; then the shaft, then… oohhhhh. He was much bigger than she was used to. It hurt just a little. It felt great a lot. Madison fell forward on the bed and let Dean take control. Dean grabbed her hips and gently pumped her.

Within just a few minutes, Madison was clutching the bedspread and making squealing noises. "Oh Dean. Oh… Dean. It feels so good. It feels

too

good." Taking the cue, Dean pumped harder, ramping up the pace until he was ramming her. She pulled hard on the bedspread, curled her toes, and completely lost control. "OH DEAN. OH MY GOD YES. OH DON'T STOP, PLEASE DON'T STOP. OHHHHHHHHHHHHH," she called out as she exploded in orgasm. Dutifully, Dean kept pumping as Madison kept calling out.

Gradually, Madison calmed down. When Dean was sure she was satiated, he slid himself out of her, and turned her over on her back. Then, parting her legs, he lay on top of her and re-entered her.

"Mmmmmm," she purred. "That was amazing," she said, staring into his eyes.

"Glad you liked it," he said, resuming pumping. He hardly noticed that Madison had wrapped her powerful legs around his waist, and had begun using them to modulate his thrusts. He certainly didn't realize that when he came, whether or not he came inside her wouldn't be entirely up to him, but would be at least up to whether those legs could hold him.

Already Dean had lasted longer than Ryan normally did, and he showed no signs of stopping. He continued for a long time, varying the force of his penetrations and his rhythm until Madison came twice more. Dean was incredible in bed.

Finally, Madison sensed his orgasm building. Though exhausted and covered with sweat, she moved her hips to match his need. "Nnngh," he grunted, mustering the strength to hold off for as long as possible. Madison grabbed his ass and pulled him in deeper. "Nnnnngg..god," he gasped. "Oh Maddie. Oh MADDIE!!" He grabbed her hips, and started to push away as if to pull out of her. But Madison wrapped her legs as tightly as she could and pulled him in hard. "OH GOD MADDIE OH YES," he shouted, bucking wildly before finally giving in. He pumped into her one last time, then collapsed on top of her, panting. Madison kissed salty sweat off of his chest. She savored the wetness of the cum oozing out from between her thighs; the musky scent of his sexuality.

Madison and Dean cuddled for several minutes before arranging to meet that weekend at a hotel. Dean didn't bother to bring protection to their later liasons either. Though Madison didn't know it, those liasons weren't necessary to her mission: she and Dean had conceived that afternoon.. Even had she known, she still would have gone to the hotel with him.

***

Dean's company finished renovating their home in a few weeks. When Dean found out Madison was pregnant, he briefly took the posture of the noble gentleman who wanted to father the baby. But eventually he disappeared from Madison's life altogether. Madison had expected he would. Dean wasn't the kind of guy she could expect to land for a committed relationship.

Madison weighed whether or not to tell Ryan about Dean. It was his fantasy, after all. But Ryan had made clear it was just a fantasy. And with the baby on its way, some things were better left unsaid. Instead, she let Ryan believe that a condom had broken. Ryan trusted Madison completely, and never suspected a thing. She resisted the impulse to name their darling son Dean.