The Best Laid Plans

3. Move Day 1: The Remains of the Day

AUTHOR'S NOTE

This is the third part of THE BEST LAID PLANS series.

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CRAIG

After I left Maya I couldn't help thinking that my plan was actually coming together. Like a supreme puppet master it felt as if I was seamlessly manoeuvring everyone around me, bending them all to my will. After watching my wife's virtual seduction yesterday evening I had slowly increased my control. Despite my initial misgivings I had to admit that recent events pointed to Luigi being right. Everything so far certainly pointed to Pietro being something of an expert at arousing the female sex drive even to the point where last night I thought Maya and I might even fuck for the first time in years. The way things were proceeding I was now hopeful that tonight might turn out even better.

As I chatted with the packers I found myself tingling with excited anticipation, unable to stop myself imagining how things might be progressing upstairs in the office. Visions of my wife and Jake together floated around in my mind. I knew of course that later on in bed I would find out what if anything might have occurred between them and while I didn't expect them to go as far as to replicate Maya and my brief session earlier, I was convinced that at least there would be some intimacy.

After about twenty minutes my curiosity got the better of me and I found myself wandering upstairs. As I ventured down the corridor my heart gave a sudden jump when I finally got near enough to notice that the office door was shut. I desperately wanted to get closer, to try and listen in, but I managed to stop myself, scared that any slight noise from outside might interrupt whatever might be taking place.

By the time I got back downstairs I was almost out of my mind with excitement. I'd checked everywhere else and couldn't find any trace of either my wife or Jake, so they had to be in the office together! I thought back to our last conversation. As I reran it over and over to make sure I remembered it properly, it became clear that Maya hadn't once resisted the idea of her visiting Jake alone. In fact, the only thing that appeared to have concerned her were any limitations that I might have regarding her involvement with him! Could it really be that as far as my wife was concerned he could do whatever he liked with her!!

With these thoughts cascading around my brain, I was finding it difficult to chat normally with the other lads and on one occasion found myself wandering back upstairs to our bedroom. My cock seemed to have been erect from the moment I left Maya, something that was becoming increasingly difficult to conceal. I was sorely tempted to just flop on the bed and masturbate myself to a quick release, but I wanted to save my orgasm for later when I was alone with Maya, so I applied a cold flannel to my erection holding it there until the throbbing stopped and the swelling went down.

It was only with Danny's arrival just before the lads were due to pack up that I finally managed to break my constant arousal, brought about by the fact that my wife and Jake were locked together in our office. It had been a form of exquisite torture, but I was glad to finally have something concrete to take my mind away from my increasingly perverted thoughts.

Danny was just as I had imagined him to be from our recent conversations. Friendly and incredibly gregarious. He was however also ruggedly attractive in a way that I somehow found slightly threatening. The other lads obviously knew him quite well, presumably from working with him and they all fell into a spell of laddish banter surrounding his recent 'conquests'. As I wandered among them I suddenly found myself thinking the unthinkable; that I was somehow relieved that I had already 'paired' my wife with Jake!

MAYA

While it felt like I was on a runaway rollercoaster, I was increasingly uncertain whether I really wanted to get off. And now here I was, standing in the marital bedroom prettying myself, not for my husband but for some albeit handsome lad, young enough to be my son. Even in modern liberated times I couldn't help feeling that what I was doing was so very wrong. For me to be getting myself ready specifically for someone other than my husband couldn't be right, could it?

You see I'd always had an old fashioned view of marriage. Unlike my husband I had always respected the vows that we had made to each other on our wedding day. It wasn't that I was religious, it was just that it was an oath I had taken, much like the Nightingale pledge I took during my student nursing. Yet somehow I now found myself teetering on the brink. I wondered if I could possibly claim reasonable grounds for my behaviour. I mean hadn't my own husband pushed me into a position whereby I was now standing in front of our bedroom mirror preparing myself to visit another man. But then again the very thought of what I was doing both horrified and excited me beyond belief.

As I approached the office door I already knew that everything that I was doing was simply taboo. I'd already spent more time getting ready for Jake than I would ever usually do for my husband. I'd even dabbed myself all over with the fragrance that Craig had bought for me and always said was the sexiest thing he'd ever smelt.

There was a brief moment as I entered the small room when time seemed to stand still. Jake looked up at me from his packing, each of us staring deep into each other's eyes, as if we both knew that my arrival signified more than just a polite visit.

"Hi Maya, nearly finished with the room," Jake offered almost apologetically.

"Don't worry Jake" I answered, my eyes roaming from his handsome face, down over his glistening muscled torso. "I'm not checking up on you. It just seemed unfair that you had been left up here alone while everyone else is downstairs. Thought it might be nice to keep you company."

"Thanks Maya. I'd really like that," Jake answered nervously without looking up from his work. It was enough for me to move the plan forward and I quickly slipped down onto my knees right next to him, my womanhood almost immediately dampening as I once again breathed in his musky masculine aroma.

We then fell into a surprisingly easy conversation as he went about finishing the last bits of packing. Despite my spiralling arousal levels, I knew I had to keep our interaction reasonably neutral, at least for the time being. So, I asked him about his work, his family, and his relationships, what he did for entertainment and relaxation, and he more or less reciprocated, asking about my family, how I met Craig, and how long we'd been together.

As we talked it occurred to me that it felt pretty much like the way my husband and I had begun. It was at a friend of mine's birthday party, and we had suddenly found ourselves alone in the small walled back garden. I had felt a real connection with Craig, much as I was now beginning to feel with Jake. Back then, it hadn't taken me long to decide that he was the man for me and that I was definitely going to let him have me and later that night that's exactly what had happened. Obviously fucking Jake wasn't going to be an option, much as I maybe would have liked it to be, but hopefully we could have a bit of fun together. Later tonight however, I was pretty sure that I would be fucking my husband.

As Jake finished packing the last box I decided it was time to move things forward although I really didn't have a clear plan of how to. "By the way Jake, Craig mentioned that you and Simmo had been talking about me earlier," I suddenly found myself asking, not totally taking the plunge but definitely dipping a toe in the water. My sudden switch of topic seemed to catch Jake out and all he seemed to be able to do was to stare back at me with a look of embarrassed worry. "He told me that one of you apparently had a thing about my backside," I continued, pushing my toe further in. "Was that you Jake?"

"I'm sorry Maya. It... it... it was just a bit of banter. I didn't mean to upset you or anything."

"Why on earth would I be upset!" I purred the rhetorical question taking the opportunity to lay a comforting hand on his shoulder, my excitement beginning to rise as I pushed on further. "I'm flattered that a handsome young man like you would find my backside attractive. I mean you did tell Craig you liked it, didn't you!?" Jake nodded, a slightly stunned look on his handsome face. He was obviously wondering where our conversation was suddenly going.

"Did Craig tell you that many years ago while I was working in a local hospital, one of the nurses got into the habit of patting my arse whenever she walked past me?" I saw him gulp as I finished the sentence, so I decided to take the plunge. "Is that what you'd like to do to me?" He was almost gasping for breath as he nodded his head.

"If you want to touch it then you need to tell me. Come on Jake, tell me what you want," I managed to gasp, the whole room now seemingly alive with sexual tension.

"Yes please, I... I'd like to touch it" his almost breathless reply quickly exposing his excitement.

I moved closer staring up into his eyes, my hand now trailing up and down his muscular torso. "Well, if you promise me that anything we do will remain our naughty secret, then I'll let you touch it."

"I promise Maya, I won't tell anyone, not even the other lads."

Without another word I simply got up, turned around, moved to the door, quickly clicking the latch before taking a step back. With my back still to him, I moved my legs apart, placing both hands on the locked door before arching my back and pushing my arse out, boldly offering it to the young man. Sweat dripped from my brow and my legs were shaking with excitement as I gave him the green light.

"Go ahead Jake, touch it like you want to," I closed my eyes and tried to steady my breath as I felt him slowly moving closer to me. Every part of me felt alive in the brief few erotically agonising seconds before I finally felt his hand on one of my arse cheeks, the thin material of my harem pants the only thing separating it from my bare flesh.

As I basked in the exquisite sensation of his young hand caressing me as it wandered from cheek to cheek, I began pushing back on him as my desire grew.

"Craig also told me you had wanted to slap my arse every time you walked past me. You can do it right now if you want." By this stage, I was almost panting out my words.

"Oh god. Oh god yes," he gasped the answer that I so wanted to hear.

I took my left hand off of the door and swivelled my body, turning my head over my left shoulder to stare straight at him. I could see the hunger in his eyes and knew that he could see the same in mine. The whole room seemed to be filled with our sexual desire, both of us now breathing heavily, eyes locked on one another as if we were both in a hypnotic trance.

I felt my mouth gape open, but I was barely able to speak, so I simply nodded for him to continue. I felt a slight stinging sensation as he brought his hand down on my barely covered arse cheek. I let out a gasp before nodding again, asking him for more. The next spank was harder and on the other cheek. I nodded to him and again he obliged, spanking my cheeks in turn, each time harder, making me moan out loud. I'd never before thought of myself as at all submissive, but I was suddenly loving the feeling of him seemingly taking control of me. I nodded again now pleading with him to carry on, sure that he could see my desperation.

After a few more painful spanks on my arse cheeks each of which elicited a loud groan of pleasure from my salivating mouth, I could stand it no longer. My whole being felt like it wanted to submit completely to this fit young muscular god. Now almost out of my mind with intense arousal, I somehow managed to slip my left arm around the back of his neck, pulling him closer to me, face to face, eye to eye, mere inches apart.

I felt the hand that he had just used to punish my backside leave my still tingling arse cheeks and slide up across the flimsy top that barely covered my breasts. As he mauled both of them in turn he would occasionally tweak the straining nipples through the top, sending sparks of pleasure through my brain. I tried but I couldn't stop myself from grinding my backside into his groin, quickly becoming aware of his growing erection starting to slide up and down between the cheeks.

This simply emboldened him, and I felt his other hand slide around the other side of my body until it was resting on my stomach just above my harems, so close to my pulsating pussy. No words were being spoken, it seemed as though we were almost solely communicating through our eyes and slight movements of our heads. Jake's eyes were asking if I wanted him to slide his hand inside, but I managed to shake my head, with the last remaining piece of willpower I had left.

I don't know how long we remained staring deeply into one another's eyes. One of his hands continued to stroke my breasts, occasionally twisting my swollen nipples through the thin fabric of my top, while the other teased me as it moved up and down my bare midriff and all the time my arousal continued to escalate until I could no longer think rationally. So, when his eyes finally 'asked' me again, my resistance broken I could only nod my head rapidly as mine were screaming yess!!

The next thing I knew, his hand began slipping slowly under the waistband of my harems. I don't think I could ever accurately describe the feelings that coursed through my body as his fingers slowly traversed down such a small area of my body. Everything about their slow passage across my skin and then down across the front of my thong seemed to cause explosions in every pleasure receptor in my brain. It was at once both painful, but then again the most delicious feeling I'd ever experienced. Want, need, lust, desire, all wrapped up in the hands of this delicious young man.

He suddenly gasped and I realised that he must have found out what I already knew; that the crotch of my thong was soaked in the juices of my arousal. I nodded for him to carry on, so he began to slowly slide his fingers up and down my slit, feeling the willing separation of my swollen pussy lips and my hard pleasure nub through the sopping wet thong. His eyes asked if he could slip his hand inside, my head nodded a frantic 'yes'.

The moment one of his fingers began to roll across my nub I felt my orgasm begin rising from deep within me. His fingers started to trail down, playing with my swollen lips, slipping between them but not thrusting inside and all the while my orgasm continued to build. Down they travelled until one of them began gently teasing my anal ring. I'd never thought of it as an erogenous zone, at least not for me but right then with the pleasure I was getting, I would have happily let him finger my most taboo hole. But he didn't. His fingers began the slow march back up my aching labia, back to my needy nub only this time they stayed there.

Only a matter of seconds earlier my orgasm was the sound of a distant train but now it was bearing down on me. He took my clit between his fingers and began to carefully masturbate it like it was a small cock, while at the same time he had a hand under my top doing the same with one of my nipples and suddenly I was lost as the express came thundering through me.

I have a vague recollection of my legs giving way as the waves roared around me. I started to scream but thankfully Jake pulled my mouth to his and I simply wailed into his throat as my body shuddered wildly. I don't know how long we remained like that, lips locked together, the necessity of silencing my orgasm being slowly replaced by an undoubted mutual desire when suddenly there was a noise outside the door. We both heard it at the same time and froze. The only sound now was that of our heavy breathing, audible despite our attempts to keep quiet, before the sound of a voice, "Are you coming down? I think they're pretty much finished for the day." My husband's voice. Breaking Jake and my kiss, I finally managed to weekly answer through the door, "We'll be down in a few minutes," doing my utmost to hide my arousal but aware that I was failing badly.

"Okay. See you in a bit then," followed by the sounds of Craig heading back down the corridor until all was silent outside again. We stayed still for a short period, seemingly locked in a position that neither of us really wanted to desert, not wanting to be the first to betray the other; his hard cock wedged firmly between my arse cheeks, one of his hands covering a breast, the other deep inside my harems still softly stroking my pussy. Finally, and with a great deal of resignation, I began to disentangle myself from the gorgeous young man who I'd just been hanging onto as if my life depended upon it as he brought me to an incredibly strong orgasm.

He then followed my lead and did the same, until we stood facing each other, both of us sweating profusely and totally dishevelled and neither of us it seemed believing what had just happened between us, simply grinning at each other. For the first time in what seemed a lifetime I finally broke eye-contact with my lover, glancing down at the noticeably large bulge in his shorts.

"With a bit of luck, I'll get a chance to take care of that for you tomorrow" I had whispered sexily, which made us both giggle. I slowly reached up to him putting my arms around his neck and pulling him into a brief but wonderful loving kiss before continuing, "But in the meantime my gorgeous young man, I'm afraid you really need to get going."

I quickly unlocked the door, opening it for him to leave but as he went through into the hall he turned back to me and with a disbelieving shake of his head, said "you're amazing Maya, absolutely fucking amazing," and with a smile as wide as his handsome face, started making his way back down.

CRAIG

I had started to worry about how long Jake and Maya had been alone upstairs. It had reached the point where their combined absence was perhaps becoming noticeable, so I told Jez I'd just go up and find out if Jake had finished packing up the Office. When I got to the door I could only hear muffled sounds, so I asked if they'd be down soon to which my wife replied that they wouldn't be long. I couldn't detect anything obvious from the brief exchange, but it was clear that something had happened otherwise surely they'd have come straight out. However, although Maya didn't quite sound her usual organised self, I decided just to go back down and wait for both or either of them to finally come down.

About ten minutes later Jake finally entered the lounge where we were all now congregated. As he walked in, he gave me a nervous look, but I simply gave him a smile and a shake of the head as if to say, 'nothing to worry about'. I had no idea what had actually happened between him and Maya and if I could, I would have taken him aside to find out, but he was quickly locked in conversation with the other lads seemingly keen to catch up on the banter, leaving my mind running wild with countless erotic possibilities.

Not long after Jake came down, the lads left, leaving Danny and I waiting for Maya who still hadn't appeared. I did my best to keep up a normal conversation with him but in truth all I could really think about was what may have happened between my wife and Jake. I remember discussing the route we would be taking and if he knew of any reliable garages not too far from our destination, as my car needed an MOT quite urgently. Fortunately, Danny knew of one about 25 miles away that was actually on our route and suggested I could drop it off tomorrow on our drive over and he could pick me up on his way through. Then he could drop me back there to pick it up on his way home the following day.