The Fantasy Game

Max took his time working his way back near Vickie's crotch. He knew if he misread her actions, it could create real problems for him. He understood how to handle women his age, but she was at least six to eight years older than him. That was almost a whole different generation. If she were his age, he wouldn't be so reluctant to interpret her signals. He took a deep breath and finally made the conscious decision to go for it. It was a calculated risk, but he was getting hornier by the minute. He was closer now than he had ever been with her. Max could smell her feminine desire. He had detected that same desire many times with younger women. It had to mean the same thing with women her age. He determined it was worth the risk. He could always pretend it was an accident and apologize.

Max cautiously extended his forefinger and stroked her vagina through the bikini bottom. Her breathing deepened and became rapid. Max was sure he felt her push against his finger. He took that as a good sign and slipped his finger under her bikini bottom. Vickie was very wet, and his finger slid easily into her pussy. She sighed as Max started a slow, steady in and out stroke. Filled with her lust, Vickie moved with his motion. Within minutes she shuttered, and his finger was flooded with her juices. Vickie's orgasm had occurred without warning. She lost it and bolted upright on the chaise lounge. She had been swept up at the moment and never intended to let it go that far. That part of her fantasy was supposed to occur when she was in bed role-playing with Walt. She grabbed her beach cover-up and bikini top, and then covered her breast. She started to say something but instead blushed and bolted toward her bungalow. Max trailed close behind her. He couldn't understand her abrupt mood change.

Vickie fumbled with her room key long enough for Max to overtake her. He was able to push his way into her room before she could lock him out. They found themselves standing in the small front room, staring at each other. Vickie and Max gasped for their next breath. She appeared alarmed. Vickie clutched the beach cover-up and bikini top to her breasts.

Max couldn't believe her sudden mood change. Moments ago, she was softly moaning as he stroked her pussy. Now she looked at him as though he were a crazed rapist.

"Why are you acting this way," Max asked as he crossed his arms over his chest and looked at her pleadingly? "You know I would never do anything you didn't want me to do."

Vickie gave a dismissive wave with her hand and said, "No, I don't know that, Max. My husband and I just met you, and we don't know what liberties you might take with me. Besides, that's not the way the game is played."

"GAME!" Max screamed as he threw his hands in the air. "What fucking game?"

Max was in panic mode. His hands tightened into a fist. He was wondering if he had been sucked into a trap. He imagined himself brought up on charges. He could lose his Marine Corps career. He could even be court-martialed and sent to federal prison. His whole life flashed before his eyes.

"What fucking game are you talking about?" Max demanded.

Vickie realized he was falling apart and immediately felt empathy for him. She never intended to cause him any harm. They had innocently pulled Max into a game she and her husband enjoyed playing together. The game was never meant to hurt others. She calmly explained the game to his befuddled mind and assured him that no one would ever know that it had gotten out of hand with him falling, a victim. She and Walt had no intention of ever reporting his sexual conduct toward her. She told him it should've never gone as far as it did. She could have... No... should have stopped it long before it progressed to the point it did. Max agreed that she had let it go too far and had caused him a lot of emotional anguish. He calmed down and offered what he saw as a simple solution. He appealed to her common sense.

"Why not go ahead and fuck me? You won't have to fantasize about fucking me. You can experience the real thing. And then experience it again as you and your husband engage in your usual role play. You know, as the saying goes, double your pleasure, double your fun. You get to experience two orgasms for the price of one."

Vickie considered his proposal. In her high state of arousal, it made total sense to her. She DID want to fuck him. In her mind, she had already fucked him several times. Her pussy was wet and twitching. It needed immediate attention, and masturbation wasn't the answer. She wanted him, and he wanted her, but how would she explain it to Walt? The game had always been between her and Walt only.

"That would work for me, but I can't see how my husband would get any pleasure out of you and me fucking, especially since he won't be here even to watch," she countered.

Max took a step toward her and snatched the cover-up from her breast and tossed it to one side. She could feel a wave of heat over her entire body as Max feasted his eyes on her naked breast. Her nipples became rock hard as he rolled one, then the other between his thumbs and index fingers. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and let it out slowly.

"So, you ARE considering my proposal," Max smirked!

Vickie opened her eyes and nodded her consent as her body trembled. Max scooped her up in his arms, carried her into the bedroom and laid her on the bed. She didn't protest as he slipped off her bikini bottoms. He kissed her tenderly on the lips and then moved quickly to her breasts, savoring each nipple. The electricity that jetted through Vickie's body prevented her from offering any reasonable objections to his actions. Max was not going to stop his advances, and Vickie didn't actually want it to end. She hadn't been with a man that young and with such a hard cock since college. She just had to feel him inside her. Max nimbly removed his swimsuit and knelt between her legs. Max rubbed the head of his cock against her clit. Vickie moaned as soon as he made contact. Her vagina was well lubricated with her natural juices. Max held his cock at her opening for a brief minute and then started a slow push, but Vickie snapped out of her daze and shoved Max away. She scrambled out of bed and put on a house robe.

"What did I do wrong," Max pleaded?

"I'm sorry, Max. I can't cheat on my husband," Vickie explained.

Max wanted to push on and complete the task at hand, but his Marine Corp training had taught him that a Marine doesn't defile a lady against her wishes. She requested he stop, and his Marine Corp training dictated he do so. Max put his swimsuit on and apologized for his bad behavior.

Vickie felt bad for Max. She stepped to him and kissed him on the cheek. He turned to make a hasty exit before she could say a word. Vickie shouted as he neared the front door, "It wasn't you, Max. I wanted it as much as you did. I just can't cheat on my husband!"

Max gave her an understanding smile and closed the door behind him as he left.

"At least, not without Walt's approval...," Vickie said to an empty room as her voice trailed off.

Vickie took a long hot shower, put on a sundress with no bra or panties, and waited for Walt to come home. She sat in the dark, sipping a glass of red wine. The only light was coming through the window from the beach. She went over in her mind what she would tell her husband. Today was the first time she had ever come close to cheating on him. The guilt was overwhelming her emotional state, and she was slipping into despair. As soon as Walt entered the bungalow, he knew by her expression; she was deeply troubled about something.

"What's wrong Sweetheart? You look like you have suffered a terrible tragedy."

Vickie dropped her head and replied, "I almost made a terrible mistake today."

Walt was pretty sure he understood what she was upset about, but he needed to hear it from her. He had felt her sexual tensions that morning before he left for the seminar. It was apparent she needed to be fucked decisively. Still, Walt thought it would make her even hornier for him to wait until he returned. Walt may have miscalculated his wife's willpower. He poured himself a glass of wine and pulled a chair up next to her. He placed his hand on hers and gazed into her sad eyes.

"What's wrong, Honey? I can't help you if I don't understand what you are sad about."

"I'm so ashamed of myself, Walt. I just couldn't help myself. I knew I was letting it go too far, but I couldn't bring myself to put a halt to it. I was aware it was wrong, but I found myself wanting it so badly."

"It couldn't be that bad. I think I know what you are talking about, but just tell me before I die from suspense."

Walt was almost sure she had fulfilled his fantasy and fucked Max. His only regret was he had wanted to be there to watch. Vickie looked at Walt through tear-filled eyes then buried her face in her hands. She incoherently mumbled through sobs. Walt couldn't understand a word of her mumbling. He pulled her hands away from her face and gave her a pleading look.

"Tell me what's troubling you, Honey."

"I almost fucked Max today," she sobbed, "I didn't only fantasize about it. I let him take my swimsuit off and lay with me in our bed."

"You almost fucked Max?"

Walt at first acted appallingly shocked. He feigned betrayal. Then he felt arousal as his cock hardened in his pants. His breathing quickened as he closed his eyes and visualized Vickie naked on her back in their bed with her legs wrapped tightly around Max's nude hips. Walt's excitement grew as he pictured Max driving deep into Vickie as she uses her legs to pull him deeper. Even though that didn't happen, Walt had to admit to himself it was what he half-heartedly wanted and thought might happen if she and Max spent the day alone together.

Walt started rubbing his cock through his pants and grunting. Vickie saw his reaction and began to finger herself as she recalled the feel of Max's hard young cock moving up and down the wet lips of her pussy. The sensation she felt when his cock bumped her clit. Vickie and Walt both had a fabulous orgasm at the same time. Walt sprang to his feet and took Vickie by the hand and guided her into their bedroom. They stripped naked and crawled into bed.

"Vickie Honey, I want to make love to you as you describe all the sordid things you wanted to do to Max."

Vickie shook her head, yes, and obediently followed Walt into their bedroom. Walt quickly undressed while Vickie slipped her sundress over her head, revealing her naked body. Vickie relayed the events of the day, starting with what took place on the beach leading up to their confrontation in the front room. She explained how it started with Max rubbing sunscreen on her back. Walt shoved his hard cock into Vickie and held her tight. He began with short, gentle strokes as she chronicled the events leading up to her indiscretions.

"I was lying face down on a chaise lounge and promptly untied my bikini top and let it fall, exposing my bareback. Max was quick to caution me about the harsh sun rays, as I knew he would. I pointed to my beach bag and asked him to apply sunscreen to my back. I shivered as he spread the cold lotion over the length of my back down to the cheeks of my ass."

Walt felt a tingling from his balls to the tip of his cock. He almost had premature ejaculation. He had to slow his strokes and visualize Max gliding his hands over Vickie's bareback.

"Tell me more.... Honey, I'm so close to an orgasm. What did he do next?" Walt gasped as he slid his cock in and out of Vickie's wet cunt.

"Well... I heard Max take in a long breath, and I knew he was being careful not to appear too thrilled at being permitted to touch my body. I'm sorry, but I found myself hoping he would slip his hands under my bikini bottoms and apply lotion to my ass cheeks, but he must've chickened out and moved back up to my shoulders."

"Would you have let him put his hands under your bikini and fondle your cheeks," Walt asked?

"I'm not really sure, but I do remember being aroused enough, I probably wouldn't have objected. I couldn't say for sure," Vickie replied.

"It would've been okay with me if you had," Walt grunted as he increased his pace.

"I let Max apply sunscreen along my sides from my hips up to my armpits. My tits were bulging out, inviting him to touch them. I even lifted my elbows to give him access to apply sunscreen to my breasts, but he passed. You had always accommodated me when I offered access to you, but Max just moved away from my breasts."

"Max doesn't realize what he missed," Walt sighed, "you have incredible tits."

"I let out a harsh breath and felt foolish for intuitively offering him access to my boobs. I didn't want to appear too eager, but I did yearn for his hands to roam my body, stroking and tweaking my nipples. It didn't happen, and I felt it would alter the fantasy if I had to ask him to be more daring. I purred in my sexiest voice not to forget to put sunscreen on my legs."

"As I said, it was Max's loss," Walt sighed.

"Max said that he was going there next. He applied a moderate amount of to my left leg up to my inner thigh, I felt a slight tremble traveled through my body, and I am sure he felt it too. I emitted a soft moan. I think Max interpreted my reaction as a good sign, and guardedly proceeded up to within a fraction of an inch from my pussy.

"Did he touch your pussy," Walt gasped?

"Well... Yes and no. Max lingered inches from my wet pussy. I know he could smell my aroma of arousal because I could smell it and feel it moisten my gusset. After a minute of rubbing and massaging that area, Max loomed closer. He took a deep breath and cagily extended a finger, nonchalantly stroking my wet pussy through my bikini bottom. I flinched and became tense; my breathing was rapid and irregular. I gasped and stiffened at that initial contact but said nothing. I casually stretched my body as a slight chill flowed through me, causing goose-bumps to rise on my back and legs. I wanted to encourage him to continue, but as I said, I felt my fantasy would be heightened more if he proceeded without my urging."

"Then what happened?"

"I think my goose-bumps were an excellent indication that I liked what he was doing and desired more of the same. However, I knew that if he ever got a finger in my pussy, I would be at his mercy. I was just before stopping him from going any further, but I think he lost his nerve moving quickly away from my vagina. I let out an involuntary sigh of frustration. Max began to apply sunscreen to my right leg. He took his time, giving me plenty of time for the goose-bumps to go away and for me to calm down."

"I have to say Max is either the most patient man I know, or he is the most inexperienced kid on this earth when it comes to seducing a sexy woman like yourself," Walt laughed.

"I have to admit I was getting frustrated and found myself wanting him to touch my pussy. I wanted him to remove my bikini bottom and lick my pussy or asshole. Max was beginning to push me toward a real sexual encounter with him, and I didn't want to stop him. He was pacing himself as he proceeded to massage my calf and then move higher on my thigh. Max spent a lot of time stroking my inner thighs. I think he was trying to get the nerve to make his move. I, for some reason, inadvertently pushed my ass into the air. It was as if I was inviting him to touch me there, but he didn't. I'm ashamed to admit it, but I was disappointed.

"So, then what happened?"

"Well... Max took his time working his way back near my crotch. I don't think he understood how to handle women my age. I am ten years older than him. That is almost a whole different generation. He decided to push forward because he cautiously extended his index finger and stroked my vagina through my bikini bottom again. I know he could tell when my breathing deepened and became rapid. I involuntarily pushed against his finger. At least I think it was involuntarily. He must have taken that as a good sign and finally slipped his finger under my bikini bottom. I was very wet, and his finger slid easily into my pussy. I sighed as he started a slow, steady in and out stroke. I was overwhelmed with lust, and I moved with his motion. Within minutes I shuttered, and his finger was flooded with my juices. My orgasm had occurred without warning. At that point, I lost it and bolted upright on the chaise lounge. I had been swept up at the moment and never intended to let it go that far. That part of my fantasy was supposed to occur when you and I were in bed role-playing. I grabbed my cover-up and bikini top and then covered my breast. I started to say something to Max but instead rushed toward our bungalow. Max trailed close behind me."

That revelation must have excited Walt and caused him to shoot five forceful streams of semen into Vickie, which triggered an orgasm in her. When they recovered from their mutual orgasms, Vickie took a deep breath and then continued with her account of the stunning events. Walt's cock didn't go flaccid, so he continued to slowly pump in out of Vickie's overheated and excessively wet cunt.

"I reached the room before Max but fumbled with my room key just long enough for Max to overtake me. I didn't fumble on purpose. I don't think I did. Anyway, he was able to push his way into our room before I locked him out. We stood in the front room of our bungalow, staring at each other. I clutched the cover-up and bikini top to my breasts and was alarmed. I think I looked at him as though he were a crazed rapist. He wanted to know why I was acting that way. I tried to explain it was a game you and I played, and he threw his hands in the air and screamed, "Game?"

"Oh... shit... I bet that went over well."

"Walt, I can tell you he scared me. Max was in panic mode. His hands tightened into fists, and he asked if he had been sucked into a trap. Max was raving about being brought up on charges by the military. He said he could lose his career in the Marine Corp. He said he could even be court-martialed and sent to federal prison."

"Oh, fuck... I never thought our game could lead to so much trouble," Walt replied. "How did you handle it from there?"

"I saw he was falling apart and immediately felt empathy for him. I assured him that we never intended to cause him any harm. Our game wasn't designed to hurt others. I calmly explained the game to him and promised him that no one would ever know that it had gotten out of hand with him falling, a victim. I told him we had no intention of ever reporting his sexual conduct with me. That seemed to ease his mind a bit. He calmed down and offered what he saw as a simple solution. He appealed to my common sense."

"How so?"

"Max suggested I go ahead and let him fuck me. He reasoned I wouldn't have to fantasize about fucking him. I could experience the real thing. And then experience it again as you and I engage in our usual role play. I considered his proposal. In my high state of arousal, it made total sense to me. I really DID want to fuck Max. In my mind, I had already fucked him several times. My pussy was wet and twitching. It needed immediate attention, and masturbation wasn't the answer. I wanted him, and I know he wanted me, but how was I going to explain it to you, Walt? The game had always been intended to be between my husband and me only.

"And," Walt asked?

"Instead of turning him down flatly, I told Max that would work for me, but I couldn't see how you would get any pleasure out of me and Max fucking, especially since you wouldn't be here even to watch."

"How did that go?"

"As soon as it appeared that I might actually submit to his suggestion, Max took a step toward me and snatched the cover-up from my breasts and tossed it to one side. I could feel a wave of heat over my entire body as Max feasted his eyes on my naked breasts. My nipples became rock hard as he rolled one, then the other between his thumb and index finger. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and let it out slowly."