"What's your secret fantasy?" Nicole asked.
"Well I've got more than one," laughed Peter.
"Hmm..why don't I find that strange?" Nicole laughed back, taking another sip of red wine.
It was a Sunday night and Peter and Nicole were out for dinner. They were playing a game of 'Truth' where each other got to ask questions and the other was supposed to reply honestly. They had often played this game, especially when drunk but it usually served as foreplay. Tonight, the game had started at a restaurant and was the reason it had gotten so sexual.
"So tell me." Nicole said.
"Well...It involves me and two women."
"Yeah, yeah! Every guy's fantasy. Is one of the women me at least?" Nicole chided.
"Of course." Peter replied. "You wanna hear the other fantasy?"
"Go ahead." Nicole said, downing her glass and refilling it. "I'm all ears."
"It involves you and more than one guy." Peter blurted out, taking a swig of his own drink.
"Ooohh...really?" Nicole teased. "And how many guys?"
"As many as you can handle." Peter replied, feeling his cock swelling.
"And will you be one of the guys?" Nicole asked, feeling her own wetness increasing.
"Yes of course. I'd need to be there or else its just cheating on me."
"I see." Nicole replied. "Your question now."
"Ok. Would you" Peter asked, looking straight at Nicole.
"Dunno. Maybe if the timing and situation was right." Nicole replied, licking her lips.
"How do you mean?" Peter asked.
"Ha, that's another question!" Nicole said.
"But you asked clarifying questions!" Peter countered.
"And you didn't object! Your fault. My turn now." Nicole said. "You sure you can handle it? Me fucking other guys?"
"Its my fantasy! So of course I can handle it – just as long as you can." Peter replied. "My turn now. Have you ever cheated on me?"
"How could you even ask me such a question?" Nicole retorted angrily, taking a large swig of her red wine.
"You're not supposed to get mad. We can ask anything remember?"
"Yeah, yeah. Sorry I got mad but the answer is no!" Nicole took another big gulp of her wine. It wasn't entirely true.
***
It was only last Friday when she had gone out with the girls. One of the girls had brought along some guy friends and they had danced the night away. One guy in particular, Steve, had paid her a lot of attention and kept buying her vodka shots. She had told him straight off that she was married. They even talked a lot about Peter. The night grew late and each time on of the friends offered to take her home, Steve had butted in saying that he would drop her back and she had never objected. Finally it was just her and Steve alone.
The soft touches on her shoulder when they talked had progressed to her thighs. When she hadn't complained, the soft touches became light strokes on her arms and thighs. When she hadn't resisted that either, the touches turned to gropes and they had ended up kissing very passionately in the car. With his hands up her skirt and in her panties, Nicole had unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. Steve's cock was long and thick and she stroked it as his fingers probed deep into her pussy.
She proceeded to blow him off in his car as his fingers worked their magic in her pussy, bringing her to orgasm just as he shot into her mouth. She swallowed all his jism down, something she didn't do very often, and continued sucking on his cock until it deflated and slipped out of her mouth. As Steve dropped her home, he asked for her panties and she slipped them off and gave them to him.
She didn't know what it was about Steve that made her behave the way she did but she put it down to too much alcohol. She always became horny when she was drunk. She knew that was no excuse and as soon as she entered her house, she felt guilty and ashamed. More so that she was returning to her husband without any panties. But she was still a little drunk and more than a little horny. She walked into her room to find Peter half asleep.
"What time is it honey?" he had aksed.
"Just after 4." She mumbled, hoping he wouldn't hear how late it was.
"Hmm...had a good night?"
"Yes..a bit too much to drink but yes." She threw her skirt into the laundry hamper and unbuttoned her blouse.
"Sharon drop you home?" he asked sleepily.
"Mmm Hmmm." Nicole replied, figuring that she hadn't really said yes.
Nicole slipped in beside Peter and crawled down the bed. She pulled his cock out of his under shorts and started sucking on it, pleased that it responded even with the owner half asleep. His cock grew long and stiff and Peter moaned softly.
"Ohh...what a great cocksucker." Peter said as he grabbed his wifes hair. "No wonder I married you."
She slurped on his cock a little more and then straddled him. She positioned his cock head against her waiting pussy and slowly slid herself down, feeling the hard dick separate her moist walls.
"Awwww...fuuuck" she cried as she bounced herself up and down her husbands turid flesh, fucking herself hard. She grabbed Peter's hands and placed them on her breasts, feeling him squeeze as his hips started to thrust upwards, fucking her back.
He was almost fully awake now and enjoying the site of his beautiful wife fucking him. She looked great with her make-up still on. Most times when she was horny she would still insist on taking her make-up off first so she could go to sleep straight after sex. Whatever it was, make-up or not, she was still a great fuck.
Peter grabbed her ass to stop her bouncing and instead raised his hips and pulled her down toward him. Holding her close, he started ramming his hips, thrusting his cock rapidly in and out of her. Nicole's hiss of lust as he fucked her hard enticed him further and he pinched her nipples as he fucked her.
"That's it baby....yeah...yeah...make me cum" she cried out as she felt her pussy starting to contract and pulse. She bit into his shoulder as an orgasm shook her body and she convulsed around his throbbing cock.
"I'm gonna lie back now and let you fuck me." Peter announced as he felt his wifes pussy start to relax a little on his cock.
Nicole raised herself back on her feet, using her knees as leverage to fuck her husband. Her ass bounced up and down and made slapping noises it met his thighs. She loved how his cock jabbed so hard into her, taking her to the heights of another orgasm.
"Come with me baby...yesss...cum....cummmmm" she cried out as she felt his cock stiffen and then start spurting into her. The hot blasts of cum flooded her pussy, setting of her own climax.
"Oaaaahhhhhh" she cried as she convulsed again and trembled a few times.
"You should go out more often if that's what I get when you get home!" Peter laughed as he playfully slapped his wifes butt.
Satiated, Nicole washed herself up and then came to bed. Snuggling close to Peter, her pussy felt a little sore but satisfied. As she dropped off to sleep, she could still taste Steve's spunk in her mouth.
The next morning, she tried to rationalise to herself that it was only a blowjob. That wasn't really cheating. It wasn't as if she had fucked anyone else. She felt a little panic though that Steve had her panties. That was evidence and she kicked herself for being so stupid. Still, it was kind of kinky for Steve to have asked for her panties. She wondered what he was doing with them and she got wet between the legs. I did cheat, she thought to herself. But Peter can never know, he Must never know.
***
Nicole winced as she remembered the details and the fact that she had now actually lied about it made it seem even more real.
"Honey? You okay?" Peter asked, a little concerned. "You're not really mad are you?"
"Uh...No." she replied, realising she must have a far away look in her eyes. "I think I've just had a bit too much to drink."
"Lucky me then!" Peter laughed.
"Get me home first then we'll see how lucky you get. I think you've had a lot to drink too! Hey look, the footballs on the big screen!"
They both laughed and forgot about playing some more. Nicole silently congratulated herself for distracting Peter with the football. He was passionate about football and although Nicole really wasn't that interested, she at least made the effort. Silently they watched the big screen as they finished off their bottle of wine.
She was right about getting lucky. They were both far too wasted by the time they got home and other than a few hot kisses, were soon fast asleep in each others arms.
***
Nicole's head was fuzzy the next morning at work. She regretted drinking so much the night before – especially on a Sunday when there was work the next day. Still, she wasn't terribly hung over and it was nearing lunch time anyway. Some food in her tummy would help clear her head. Her phone beeped, signifying a text message.
"hey babe. U at work?" It was Steve. Nicole's heart beat a bit faster.
"Yes. You?" she typed back and pressed send
"yeah....what you wearing?"
