"Fantasy in"
Beth had thought of a new game to play with her husband. She lay beside him on the bed and began to gently massage his cock and whispered to him. "Would you like it if I told you a story tonight?"
"A true story?" Mark asked.
Beth mused back, "that's for you to decide."
"You know that social club I belong to?" Beth asked.
"Yes, I know the one you mean." Mark replied.
"Well, I think we were both disappointed that Henry didn't show up to that charity dance. I mean, we had talked about the fun that night might have been."
Beth had the dance scripted in her mind, but then without Henry, it never happened.
"Guess who I ran into at the social club I belong to?"
"Not Henry?"
"Yup, Henry is a new member and is really gung-ho about helping."
Beth explained to Mark that earlier in the week, when Mark was travelling, she was with Henry at the social club. Later that evening after rushing around setting up for the next day's function, Henry and Beth had decided they'd earned themselves a drink and sat down with a couple cans of beer.
They chatted as people getting to know each other do and when they had finished their beer, agreed they would continue becoming acquainted and share another drink sometime soon. That casual comment immediately became a promise as the predator in Henry took over.
Perhaps Beth had intentionally mentioned it, but Henry knew Mark was away regularly and would be for the next couple nights. He thought Beth was extremely pretty and wanted to keep her company. A lonely wife with a travelling husband.
"I invited Henry to come by here." The following evening Henry arrived to spend quality time with his lonely prey..
"You don't mind that I invite friends over while you are not here, do you?"
"No Beth, I don't mind if you have friends over. It's your house too."
"You don't mind if it's another man that I have here while you are away?"
"No, Frankly, I find it arousing that you arranged to be alone, here, 20 feet away from a king size bed, with another man. A man we have fantasized is your lover. A man we have fantasized would get you pregnant."
"Now, now Mark, let's not jump ahead in the story. Anyway, if I may continue."
"Henry arrived with two bottles of wine. I didn't want him to think I was going to be really easy, so instead of the sofa, we sat on the stools at the breakfast bar and chatted."
"Henry is a master of flattery and knew just how much to lay on without it sounding false."
In conversation Beth mentioned that she had done jazz dance as a young girl. Henry complimented how it still showed in her body shape and tone and the way she moved. Beth blushed coyly but loved the flattering remark.
"Do you still know any steps?" Henry asked Beth, taking her hand, and motioning her to dance for him.
"I thought I could show him a couple of moves but the wine had taken effect and I almost fell. I had to grab onto his hand to save tumbling to the floor."
Beth laughed, retreated to her stool, and thanked Henry for saving her.
Henry slightly changed the way he was holding Beth's hand, but didn't let go of her hand. Beth thought to herself how fun it would be to send her husband a picture of Henry, and her alone, holding hands.
"I blush when I think about it now. Right here in our house, as you said, 20 feet away from a king size bed, your wife was with another man, a man whom I knew had an amazing cock. A man we had talked about having impregnate me."
"He was holding my hand. I hadn't withdrawn from him. The crucial 'first touch' had been made. He told me again how attractive I was and how good I would still look in jazz costume."
Beth blushed again and drank more wine. "Oh, you're being silly," I replied, lapping up the attention.
"Henry was still holding my hand but was now caressing it lightly with his thumb and finger. Henry refilled my glass, draining the second bottle. He drew his stool closer to mine. Our knees were now touching as he held my gaze more intently."
"He told me how beautiful my eyes were and I gazed back to soak up his admiration."
"Mark, I was succumbing to the flattery and enjoying the illicit pleasure of the moment."
"Mark, what do you think happened next?"
"I think you kissed."
"Exactly, Henry nudged one knee between mine and took my other hand. He stood, leaned forward, kissed me lightly on the forehead and then looked down at me."
"My desire to maintain the standards expected of a married woman was waning fast and I was struggling against the illicit pleasure of the moment."
"The wine had heightened my senses. Henry sensed my pleasure and lifted my face and kissed me lightly on the lips."
"Did you respond to him?" Mark asked.
"Like any red-blooded woman would have." Beth kissed Henry back for a moment and held him to her.
Then with fake protest, told him, "Henry, no, I can't, you know I'm married."
Henry, being a gentleman, smiled and said, "ok Beth, but you did invite me here and it was clear your husband wasn't going to be home. I'm sorry if I mistook your intention. What if we share one more kiss, please?"
"You didn't mistake my intention." Beth replied.
"He kissed my lips again and this time his tongue entered my mouth."
"Did you protest again?" Mark asked.
