A Twisted Fantasy

Everyone in this story is 18 or older. This story contains situations that may be disturbing to some readers. Please do not read this if you are easily offended or if you do not enjoy the idea of a woman being manipulated into sex.

One day, Jane was walking past the living room when she noticed Bob's computer was still on. Bob had been acting very weird lately. He had been spending a lot of time on his computer which was unusual. He usually never really used the computer when he was home, but now he was always on his computer and at strange hours, too. Jane decided to take a peek at his internet history. Bob was no computer genius and he had no clue how to cover up his internet browsing escapades so Jane quickly found more than what she was looking for.

She was shocked to find links to hundreds of videos of beautiful women having sex with nasty, disgusting men. Jane couldn't believe her eyes. Bob obviously had a strange fetish that made Jane want to vomit. Jane clicked one of the links and watched in disbelief as the video showed a beautiful, young woman being pulled onto the bed by the old, nasty man. He pushed her down and started to kiss her forcefully, his hands roaming all over her body. She struggled against him, but he was too strong for her delicate form. He continued to kiss her neck and face as he tugged at her clothes, ripping them off her body. He then proceeded to have rough, passionate sex with her, grunting and groaning as he moved. Jane felt her stomach churn with revulsion and anger as she watched the disgusting man moan as he came inside the beautiful woman. She quickly closed the window, her heart pounding in her chest. She had no idea what her husband was doing watching such a thing, and she was determined to find out.

Later that day, Jane decided to confront Bob. She waited for him to come home, determined to find out what the videos were all about. When he arrived, she confronted him about it. Jane was horrified. She had never expected that her husband Bob would have such a disgusting fantasy. She could hardly believe it, but the evidence was undeniable.

"Bob, what is this?" she asked, gesturing to the computer with a look of shock and disgust on her face. Jane had started one if the videos on his computer. Bob sighed and hung his head. He knew he had be caught.

"It's a fantasy I've had for a while," he said. "I know it's wrong, but I can't help it. It all started when I saw Charles looking at you sunbathing," Bob explained.

Jane and Bob had a very nice pool in their backyard that was kind if like their at hime oasis. Jane used it to escape from the world and it wasn't uncommon for her to sunbathe in bikini's that she would never wear in public.

Bob continued. "Charles was sneaking a peak from his back yard and I knew he was enjoying seeing you wearing that tiny string bikini you only wear in out backyard. I hate to admit it, but I've been imagining Charles coming over and....well you can imagine where things could go from there. I know it's disgusting and wrong, but I just can't help it."

Jane was speechless. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. She felt disgusted that Bob would be so fucked up in his head.

"I'm sorry," Bob said, his voice cracking with emotion. "I know it's wrong and I should have never even thought of it, let alone watch a video about it. I'm so sorry, Jane."

Jane sighed and shook her head. She didn't know what to say. She couldn't believe this was happening.

"I'm sorry, but I think it would be really hot for you to have sex with Charles. I had to say it. I know it is disgusting, but it really turns me on when I think about it. I never thought it could really happen, but I like to think about it. Maybe you could play along...for me?"

Jane was still trying to process what Bob had said. She still couldn't believe that he wanted her to do something so incredibly degrading to her and him. She asked him to explain why he wanted her to sleep with Charles.

"What do you mean?" she asked, her voice trembling with anger and disgust. "What exactly do you want me to do with him?"

Bob sighed and looked away. "In my fantasy, I want you to... be with him," he said. "I want you to let him touch you, kiss you, and... do other things with you. I mean, it is just a fantasy."

Jane felt her stomach churning at the thought. She couldn't believe her husband was getting off on thinking about her doing something so revolting.

"Bob, he's disgusting!" she said, her voice rising in anger. "He's old and ugly and he smells bad. I can't believe you would even think of something like this!"

Bob hung his head. "I know," he said. "It's wrong, and I'm sorry. I just... I can't help it. I know it's wrong, but I can't help fantasizing about it. I'm sorry."

Jane shook her head. She was still disgusted, but she could also see the deep-seated desire in Bob's eyes. She knew he was sorry, and she knew he would have this twisted desire no matter what he said or she did."

Still, she couldn't help but feel revolted by the thought of it. She just couldn't understand why Bob would even think of something like this.

"It's just... so disgusting. That's the best word to describe what you are fantasizing about...disgusting," she said. "I can't believe you would even think of it."

Bob nodded. He knew it was wrong, but he couldn't help it. All he wanted was for Jane to be happy, and he was willing to do anything to make that happen.

Jane was still in shock and she went to her bedroom to be alone. She had never imagined that Bob would fantasize about something like this, and she wasn't sure what to make of it. She was still reeling from the shock of it all, but she knew one thing for sure: Bob was sick if he thought she would ever do something so degrading and repulsive.

Jane's mind filled with revulsion as she imagined the disgusting neighbor touching her, his greasy hands and unkempt hair, the way he always seemed to have an aggressive and pompous air about him. She shuddered at the thought of his beady eyes and foul breath, and the repulsive way he would always try to make conversation with her. Every time she encountered him, she would feel her skin crawl and her stomach turn. She felt disgusted, humiliated, and violated just thinking about it. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't shake the feeling of dread that filled her every time she was in his presence. Charles seemed like one if those predator types they depict on the detective shows.

Jane heard the sound of footsteps outside her door, she knew it was Bob. He knocked softly and opened the door, the look of guilt and regret in his eyes unmistakable.

"Jane, I'm so sorry," he said, his voice trembling. "I never meant to make you feel this way. I know how disgusting it must seem to you, but please try to understand. I'm not a bad person, I just have this fantasy that I can't seem to shake. I love you more than anything, and I would never do anything to hurt you. Please, can you forgive me?"

Jane looked into her husband's eyes, and for a moment, she felt a wave of warmth and understanding wash over her. She knew he was genuinely sorry, and she knew that this fantasy was something that he couldn't control. She opened her mouth to say something, but all that came out were a few choked sobs.

"It's okay," she said softly, and Bob engulfed her in a hug. "I forgive you." They stayed like that for a few minutes, until Jane finally pulled away and looked into Bob's eyes. "Just promise me you won't bring it up again, okay? And you can't watch that smut on your computer."

Bob and Jane lay in bed, the air between them heavy with tension. Jane was still processing the odd fantasy Bob revealed earlier that evening. She lay there, silently staring up at the ceiling, her mind filled with images of her disgusting neighbor, and feeling sick to her stomach.

Bob, on the other hand, lay there silently, feeling ashamed and embarrassed. He tried to think of a way to make it up to Jane, and to make her understand why it was he had this fetish.

The night dragged on, and eventually the couple fell asleep. In the middle of the night, Bob awoke and quietly slipped out of bed. He padded down the hallway to the bathroom and closed the door behind him.

Once inside, he began to think about Jane and his fantasy. He imagined her body, her soft curves, her lips, her tongue, and then his neighbor's cock. He imagined her taking it into her mouth and slowly, seductively, working it with her tongue. He imagined her lips wrapped tightly around it, her hand stroking it in time with her mouth. He imagined the way the neighbor's cock would swell and pulse in her mouth.

Bob's breathing grew heavier, and he felt himself growing aroused. He closed his eyes, and the image of his wife pleasuring Charles became even more vivid. He reached down and began to stroke himself, and before long he was spilling his seed into the sink, his mind still filled with images of his wife and his neighbor.

He stayed in the bathroom for some time, his body still tingling from the pleasure he had just experienced. Finally, after a long time, he composed himself, washed his face, and returned to bed. He lay there, wondering what Jane would say in the morning and how he could make his fantasy a reality.

Jane awoke the next morning feeling exhausted and confused. She had spent the night tossing and turning, trying to make sense of what had happened. Her husband had come to her, pleading for forgiveness and understanding, but she felt betrayed and disgusted. She thought of the disgusting neighbor, and the thought of him touching her made her skin crawl.

She lay in bed, watching her husband sleep peacefully, and she felt a deep anger building inside her. She wanted to shout and scream, to throw things and demand answers. But she knew that wouldn't solve anything.

Finally, she mustered the courage to face her husband. She sat up in bed, and with a soft voice she said, "Bob, why would you think that me having sex with that disgusting neighbor would be a turn on for you?"

Bob sighed and looked away, unable to meet her gaze. "I don't know," he said. "I guess I just find the idea of you being taken by someone else to be...arousing." He paused and looked up at her. "I'm sorry, Jane. I never meant to make you feel uncomfortable."

Jane nodded, but said nothing.

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It was Saturday, but Bob had some things to finish up at work. Jane was on her own. She decided to spend the morning by the pool, but she was nervous about wearing her thong bikini since Charles had a clear view of her back yard from his balcony. She never felt self conscience before, but Bob's fantasy had her thinking more about Charles and if he secretly watches their backyard. She considered changing into a more modest swimsuit, but then thought about Bob's fantasy and realized that her apprehension was probably all in her head due to the previous night's revelation.

She took a deep breath and stepped outside, wearing her thong bikini. She nervously looked up at the neighbor's balcony, but there was no sign of him. She sighed with relief and lay down on her towel, trying to relax and enjoy the sun.

But she couldn't shake the feeling that the neighbor was watching her, and soon enough she felt her skin become warm as her suspicions were confirmed. She looked up at the balcony and there he was, watching her intently. Jane felt her heart racing as his eyes met hers, and she realized that Charles might be into helping Bob make his fantasy become a reality.

Jane continued to lay out by the pool, the sun baking her skin and the light breeze blowing through her hair. She heard a voice behind her and turned to see the neighbor, Charles, standing there.

"Hello there, Jane," he said with a sly grin. "Beautiful day, isn't it?"

Jane smiled. "It certainly is. I'm just enjoying some sun."

Charles nodded and took a few steps closer. "I couldn't help but notice how beautiful you look today. That bikini looks great on you. Did you pick that out or did Bob?"

Jane felt a chill run down her spine. She sighed and sat up, crossing her arms over her chest, not able to fully cover her large and mostly bare breasts.

"What do you want, Charles?" she said sternly.

Charles chuckled and stepped closer. "Ha! You don't have to cover up on my account. I'm just admiring the view."

Charles took a few more steps closer and his towering form was now blocking the sun. Jane felt her cheeks flush. She was not sure how to respond.

"You look hot as shit in that bikini, Jane," continued Charles.

"Thank you," she said softly.

Charles smiled and stepped even closer. He was now standing directly over her. His eyes roamed her body, lingering on her exposed skin. Jane felt a strange mix of fear and excitement.

"Bob sure is a lucky man. If I had a wife and she was a fine as you, I don't think I would let her go outside wearing something like that. Somebody might see that body of yours and get some ideas," he said, his voice low and seductive.

Jane's heart raced. She knew what he was suggesting and it made her feel sick.

"I'm lucky that I have a secluded backyard where I can wear any kind of clothes I want and I don't need to worry about disgusting men getting ideas about me," she said firmly. "Now, if you don't mind, I'd like to get back to my sunbathing. I'd appreciate it if you would stay in your own yard."

Charles laughed and stepped away. "Of course...I apologize for disturbing you. Before I leave let me help you put some sunscreen on those hard to reach places. I wouldn't want you to get burned. You got a lot of skin showing, especially on that rear end of yours. Bob told me to come over here and make sure you don't burn while he was at work. You know I'm just over here because Bob asked me to check on you. He wanted me to make sure you were well taken care of, and I have to say that it would be my pleasure to lend a helping hand to a neighbor in need. With a backyard like this, you could even sunbathe topless."

She felt her skin crawl as she thought about Bob's fantasy. She knew she had to find a way to put an end to it before it was too late.

"Charles, what have you been talking to my husband about," Jane asked as she dropped her arms exposing scantly clad body fully to Charles.

"Nothing really. He just said I should come over here and check on you while he was at work," replied Charles as he stared directly at Jane's tits with a big smile on his face.

"Well, I am fine. As you can see, my body is covered in sunscreen. My ass, my tiiiiiits, and even areas you've never seen are safe from the sun's harmful rays," said Jane. She even shimmied her tits a bit as she said the word to really fuck with Charles's mind. "You know, I think you are right. I am feeing a little European today. I might need to get some sun on these today." She gestured to her rack trying to mess with Charles more.

Jane continued to fuck with Charles, "If you would leave, I could get this top off and get back to my sunbathing. I'm a very modest girl and I don't feel comfortable being alone with a man while I'm basicaly naked and my husband isn't home."

"Ok, well let me know if you find a spot that you missed," said Charles as he slinked off back into his yard.

Jane knew he was probaby just out of sight peeking through the hedges to see her sunbathe topless. She had no intention of actually showing Charles her tits. Jane decided she had enough of being eye candy for the monster next door, and she was furious at Bob for encouraging him. She laid in the sun for a few more minutes and then felt it was best to go inside and get a shower to wash off the sunscreen and the bad vibes.

Later that day, Bob came back from work. He found Jane in the living room on the couch hidden under a blanket. Jane looked at Bob, her eyes filled with tears. She was angry and confused. "Bob, why did you do this? Why did you tell Charles to come into our yard and harrass me?" she asked, her voice trembling.

Bob sighed. "I wanted it to be a surprise for you. I thought it would be something you'd enjoy, something to spice up our sex life. I thought you just needed a little push."

Jane shook her head. "But it wasn't something I enjoyed. It was horrible, Bob."

Bob hung his head in shame. "I'm so sorry, Jane. I thought you would enjoy it. I just wanted to make you happy, to make our sex life more exciting. Some women enjoy getting attention from men othercthan their husband. Didn't it make you feel wanted and attractive?"

Jane sighed. "I know this is your fantasy, but I wouldn't have wanted it to happen like this, he is disgusting and I felt afraid when he was alone with me in the backyard and I was barely dressed!"

Jane looked up at Bob, her eyes pleading with him. "I understand your fantasies and I want to explore them with you," she said softly. "But I don't understand why you had to involve Charles."

Bob sighed and looked away. He was getting frustrated with Jane missing this opportunity to make his fantasies come true. "I wanted to see if you would be open to new experiences. I thought maybe if I set it up for us, it would be easier."

Jane bit her lip, tears forming in her eyes. "I was scared, Bob. I felt violated. He basically raped me with his eyes."

Bob looked away, even more frustrated. "You should have played along with him," he said. "You knew I asked him to do it and you still ruined the fantasy. When we git married, I basically gave you full control over my sex life. I vowed that you would be the only person I would ever have sex with. I'm not trying to chest on you here! I'm giving you permission to cheat on me, but in a specific way that makes me extremely turned on. Why dont you want to fulfill my sexual needs? I'm not asking for you to let me go fuck Sarah down the street. I'm being faithful and asking you to helo me with my fantasy."

Jane shook her head and tears streamed down her cheeks. "I'm sorry," she said. "I just wanted to be with you. I didn't want anyone else."

Bob sighed and looked away. "Well, now it's too late," he said. "We can't go back and change it. Charles probably won't talk to me ever again. I told him you would be into it and you made me look like a fool."

Jane hung her head, feeling the pain and humiliation of what had happened. Maybe she was looking at this all wrong? She trusted Bob. She loved Bob. She knew it was her fault. She had failed Bob and the vows she had made to Bob. She had wanted to be the perfect wife and make him happy, but instead she had only caused him pain.

She looked up at him, her eyes pleading with him to forgive her. "Please," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm sorry. I never meant to hurt you. I love you. Please forgive me."

Bob looked sternly at Jane, his eyes full of disappointment and anger. "You have to make it up to Charles," he said firmly. "For you to redeem yourself in my eyes, you have to go apologize to him and make sure he is happy before you come back. That is the only way I will forgive you for what you did to me."

Jane looked down, tears welling up in her eyes. She knew Bob was serious and she had no choice but to obey. She nodded her head in agreement, her throat too choked up with emotion to speak.

Bob sighed, his expression softening a little. "I know it's hard," he said. "But this is the only way you can make it up to me. I'll call Charles and tell him you are coming over. Go now, and don't come back until Charles his satisfied that everything is good between us."

Jane nodded again, and then, with one last look of sadness and regret, she turned and walked out the door. She had never felt so ashamed and humiliated in her life, and all she wanted to do was to get the ordeal over with as quickly as possible.

As she walked down the sidewalk towards Charles' house, she felt her heart racing with fear and dread. When she finally reached his doorstep, she hesitated, her heart pounding in her chest.