The Urge

Enough fantasizing, I had to get going or I'd be late. Reluctantly, I took the last sip of coffee, grabbed my purse and headed off to work. There I would have to associate with the subject of my fantasies. His name was Bradley Stone but everyone called him "Stoney." The name was fitting. He was truly chiseled from a block of granite and brought to life by the breath of a Greek God. In short, he was the most gorgeous man I'd ever seen.

I know, as they say, beauty is in the eye of the beholder, but it wasn't only my opinion-not by a long shot. He was pretty much the main topic of conversation when any of the office girls got together. I heard Betty bragging in the lunch room the other day. She was downright giddy as she told the other girls that he smiled at her. Cathy tried to top that by saying he had his hand on the back of her chair while he was leaning over her shoulder checking something on her computer screen. I sometimes found myself checking for drool on my chin after just talking to him.

I guess we all have our fantasies. When I was in high school I had an unbelievable crush on Sean Connery. I would have dropped my panties for him in the wink of an eye. That's not uncommon for adolescents with raging hormones. Hell, back then we all had a crush on somebody or another but now was supposed to be different. We were adults. Was it normal to still have crushes?

My name is Langley Anderson and for the past sixteen years I've been the faithful spouse of Nelson Anderson, the best husband a wife could want. Together, we are raising our beautiful daughter, Evangeline. She's in her sophomore year of high school and a true gift from heaven.

I know, I know! What right do I have fantasizing over another man? None, absolutely none at all—but I can't help it. All I have to do is get a glance of him as he walks past my office door and I get wet between my legs.

I've been working with Stoney now for about seven months, ever since he transferred to the Chicago office from California. When I first met him I just smiled as I shook his hand. I was scared to death that if I opened my mouth I'd say something like, "Hi—wanna fuck?"

Wouldn't you know, the top brass picked me to show him around during his first week. I tried just flat out ignoring his looks. I concentrated on treating him like any other colleague. It worked too, for a while anyway.

Then one night, on a lark, I decided to pretend Nelson was Stoney during a particularly wild love making session. I should have never done that because it's what sparked my fantasies...and they're getting worse. Now I fantasize about Stoney before sex with Nelson, during sex with Nelson, and after sex with Nelson. I'm surprised I haven't screamed his name in the heat of passion. Thankfully, I've never done that and I'm careful to keep it that way.

I am a little stunned my loving husband hasn't picked up on my guilt after our love making sessions though. After all, what I'm doing is a form of infidelity. I've tried wiping out my shame by convincing myself that what I do is just a fashion of roleplay. Hell, people do it all the time to spice things up a little. Of course I'm just kidding myself and I know it. It's only roleplay when both parties are cognizant of what's happening and act it out with each other. Nelson hasn't a clue.

A while back, to relieve my conscience, I actually thought of confessing. That thought then morphed into maybe the most evil and self-destructive idea I've ever had. I considered asking Nelson for a free pass; permission for a one-night stand.

As I said, Nelson is about as perfect a husband as you can get. He doesn't make millions but he makes a damn good living and is home with his family almost every night. He's loving, caring, attentive, patient, and passionate. He's honest and trustworthy to a fault. He teaches our daughter the difference between right and wrong by setting examples and by the strength of his character.

Just thinking of all his fine qualities makes me wonder how I could even think of hurting such a man. I'm not stupid. I know asking for a free pass would crush him. I also know it would damage our marriage and our relationship, maybe even end it. I...hell...any woman would have to have the IQ of an ameba to do something like that. No—I'm a lot smarter than that. I know that if I ever slept with Stoney, secrecy would have to be paramount and foolproof. No one, and I mean no one, except for he and I of course, could ever know. I couldn't take even the slightest, most minuscule chance of Nelson finding out.

As I pulled into the parking lot of our office complex I took a deep breath to prepare for another day of self-flagellation. I had to stop doing this to myself. Hell, yes he's gorgeous, but in the end he's just a man. I have to keep telling myself that—he's just a man; he's just a man...a man with thick wavy, raven black hair and pearlescent blue eyes that pierce your very soul. A man with prominent cheek bones, deep dimples, a squared off jaw, and a strong chin with a cleft right in the middle. A man with broad shoulders and a body built by Fisher...yes, just a man but oh what a man.

God, there I go again, I scolded myself. I sometimes think I'm going crazy. Of course there are times when I don't fantasize about sleeping with Stoney. Instead I try to dream up ways of getting him safely in the sack. I have no doubts he's as interested as I am. Being a good looking woman all my life I've learned the difference between innocent flirting and, "anytime you want it, baby," Stoney definitely falls into the latter category. No, the problem is not getting him into bed, it's insuring no one ever finds out about it.

As I stepped into the elevator and hit the button for the ninth floor I could remember being able to do so without my heart pounding or my blood pressure rising. As the doors opened, the organized chaos of the bustling office would serve as a tranquilizer and help me get through another day.

The first thing I did was head for the executive coffee room, the one with real coffee, not that machine crap. Yes, I had worked my way high enough up the corporate ladder to earn the right to a good cup of coffee. I said I was no dummy.

I wandered over to my desk and was just about to sit down and take a sip of brew when my phone rang. "Hello."

"Good morning, Langley."

It was Mr. Johnson, one of the vice presidents and one of my immediate bosses. I said good morning and after a couple pleasantries he asked me to come to his office. I didn't think I was in any trouble but I did wonder what it was all about.

"Have a seat, Langley."

Ah oh, I knew something was up. Most of the time Johnson just had you stand in front of his desk while he tells you what he wants, then he dismisses you. It's a rarity for him to invite someone to sit down.

"Langley, how would like a little vacation?"

"A vacation? Ah, not really, Mr. Johnson. My vacation is scheduled for August. We already have a family trip all planned."

"Well, this is more like a working vacation, although there's no REAL work involved. Corporate is having a seminar on international management techniques next week. All the offices have to send two representatives. I had slated Bruebaker to go but the blooming idiot got up in the middle of the night, fell down the stairs, and broke his leg."

"Oh my gosh, is he going to be okay?"

"Yeah, but he'll be out of commission for a while. He sure can't get on a plane right now. What about it? I really need you to go. The flight leaves Sunday night at six-forty. You have reservations at the Manhattan Hilton. It's right down the street from Times Square and three blocks from corporate headquarters. They're having the seminars in one of the large banquet rooms on the main floor. It's only for three days. Your return flight is Wednesday night."

"Ah—well, I guess I don't really have a choice, do I?"

"Not really."

"Okay," I said while standing, "where are the tickets?"

"Right here," Johnson said, pulling them from his desk drawer. "I really appreciate this, Langley. I'll figure out some way to repay you when you get back; maybe put you up for a romantic weekend with Nelson somewhere."

"I'll take you up on that," I replied. I had just reached the doorway when I thought of something. "Mr. Johnson, you said two people from each office? Who else will be there?"

"Stoney—but he won't be on the same plane. He's heading out Saturday. He wants to knock around New York over the weekend."

When Mr. Johnson mentioned Stoney's name my knees nearly gave out. Three nights in New York with Stoney; this was too good to be true, my one and only chance to make my fantasies a reality. I felt the moisture between my legs before I even got back to my desk. My head was spinning. It's really going to happen...and Nelson will never know a thing.

It was near to impossible to keep my mind from wandering for the rest of the day. I kept alternating between my fantasies and how I was going to tell Nelson about the trip. He'd never met Stoney so I had no worries about him being jealous or having any suspicions; hell he trusted me to a fault, but I rarely have to travel and I had to make sure I didn't sound too excited when I told him. I was trying to decide just how much righteous indignation I should display for the short notice. I didn't want to go overboard but I didn't want him thinking I was happy to leave either. I had to play it cool.

When I pulled into our drive I saw Nelson had beaten me home. He does that once in a while. As I turned off the ignition I realized I was still on cloud nine. I took a deep breath to calm down and went inside.

"Ummm, something smells good," I called out. My sweet husband had obviously started dinner already.

"Hi, hon," I heard from the kitchen. "I saw the pork roast in the fridge when I got home and figured it was planned for dinner so I thought I'd give it some attention. I cut up some carrots and potatoes to go with it. I hope that's okay."

"That's perfect," I told him with a kiss. "Where's Evie?"

"Upstairs doing homework. She got quite a bit this weekend, poor kid."

No time like the present—"Ah, I've got some bad news, honey."

Nelson immediately looked concerned. "What?"

"It's nothing that bad, honey; nothing to worry about. I have to go out of town next week, that's all. I have to leave Sunday night. I'll be back Wednesday night."

"How come? That's awful short notice, isn't it?"

"Yes it is but I'm afraid it can't be helped. Corporate's having some kind of a training seminar. Mr. Johnson already had Dwight Bruebaker scheduled to go but he had an accident last night and broke his leg. I'm the next most feasible candidate I'm afraid."

"I guess that's what I get for marrying a woman with brains as well as beauty, huh?" he said with a grin.

That made me smile as well as warranted another kiss. I really did strike it lucky in the marriage lottery. I took my time and let our lips linger a while. "Of course you realize there is a silver lining in all of this," I told him as we broke for air.

"And that would be?"

Even though I knew Evie couldn't hear us, I lowered my voice and tried to sound as sexy as I could. "I am going to fuck you into a coma, Saturday night."

Nelson's smile got wider. "You think if I talked to your boss he could send you out of town more often?"

I playfully punched his arm. "Never you mind."

We kissed one more time, after which I smacked my lips and patted his chest with my left hand. "I just might start saying my good-byes tonight." I really was getting turned on and had to either change the subject or bend over the kitchen table. Since Evie was in the house I decided changing the subject was safer. "Come on, big boy, I'll set the table, you go call your daughter.

"Oh, I already called mom and asked if she could babysit until you came home next week. She said it was no problem but she'll have to leave as soon as you get home."

"Okay, good. Don't you worry about us, we'll be just fine."

"I know you will, Darling." I did know too. As both a husband and father he was very capable.

Whether it was from guilt or love, later that night I felt an overwhelming need to show Nelson how much I appreciated him. He, of course, didn't know it but I was going to show him that even though I was about to cheat on him, he was my one and only love.

Like a tigress, I slinked into the bed from the foot and prowled my way up to his growing manhood. I heard him take a short gasp of air as my tongue touched his balls then slithered up the shaft of his cock. Simultaneously I deep throated him as I reached up and raked my nails down his chest and stomach, leaving red abrasive trails in his skin.

"Oh God," he said, as his whole body stiffened. Slowly I swirled my tongue around and around while moving my head up and down, my lips fitting snugly around his rock hard love tool.

I knew he was already getting close so I climbed on to go for a ride. I stared into his eyes and pushed my hands up and down his chest as I rocked back and forth. I could feel him trying so hard to keep from coming so I slowed down and savored the feeling of the steel like rod in my pussy.

I wanted so much to make it all about Nelson but I just couldn't help but wonder if Stoney was going to feel this good. Would he be bigger, smaller, or about the same size?

My mind started to drift when Nelson let out with a groan and I felt him buck. His eyes were closed as he grabbed my hips and pulled them down to form a tight bond between our bodies. A picture of Stoney popped into my head just as I joined my husband in carnal bliss.

After more than two hours, two more climaxes for him and countless more for me, we were both spent. We lay together with his arm around me. Again I felt guilty for all the times Stoney wandered in and out of our bed while making love. It was always a contest as to who would be my last thought before slumber caught up with me for the night, Stoney or Nelson. To tell you the truth I don't remember who won that night.

Saturday was pretty normal. I did some grocery shopping while Nelson mowed the lawn. We told Evie about my trip and I warned her to be good for her father.

Saturday night Nelson was determined to return my favor from the previous night. I laughed at the way he literally dove head first between my legs but just a few moments later I was no longer laughing...I was moaning.

"Oh, God, oh God," was all I could articulate and I wasn't even doing a good job of that. So many times I'd wondered what it will be like having sex with Stoney but I was pretty sure, when it came to eating me out, he was going to come in a pale second to my husband.

He knew every little trick, every nuance of what I liked and exactly how to give it to me. I screamed and bucked my hips upward to meet his oral talents. My fists grabbed and pulled at the sheets. I could feel every nerve in my body detonating as I convulsed in an ongoing orgasm. Wave after wave hit me again and again.

I have no idea how long I laid there with my eyes closed feeling the sensations starting to recede but when I opened them Nelson was looking down on me with a loving smile, knowing he gave me pleasure. I threw my arms around his neck and pulled him down for a kiss.

As our lips parted, Nelson kept kissing me as he worked his way down my neck, eventually coming to rest at my nipple. I moaned another, "Oh God," as he twirled his tongue around one while pinching the other. I laid my hand on the back of his head and gently held him there for a few more moments before separating my legs. Nelson didn't miss his cue. He slip in between them and slowly entered me.

My eyes were closed but I felt his hands press into the mattress on either side of my head as he braced himself above me and tenderly pushed, starting a leisurely rhythm. I felt him give me a peck on my cheek then thrust more aggressively.

It wasn't long before I saw stars again. Nelson slowed down but didn't completely stop. Soon he was plowing into me again, this time much more intensely. He knew exactly how my body reacted. I arched my back and went stiff as a board as the mother of all orgasms hit me. I had to hold my breath to stifle my scream. I could feel my body jerking uncontrollably as I heard Nelson's familiar animalistic groan. He had stopped pumping into me and just held himself in place as he splashed the walls of my vagina over and over with his love juice.

Again, as we lay wrapped in each other's arms, I thought about my upcoming event. Nelson wasn't even in the same ballpark as Stoney when it came to looks. Hell, not many men were. But does better looking mean better at sex? I was sure he had more experience than Nelson but I surmised I'd know the answer soon enough so I didn't dwell on it.

Sunday morning my thoughtful husband surprised his two favorite ladies by taking us out for breakfast, after which we took a ride into the city and spent the day at the Lincoln Park Zoo.

It was a great day and I hadn't thought of Stoney once until it came time for me to pack. I didn't dare pack a sexy nightgown or anything like that for fear Nelson would walk in and see it. I did shove my prettiest lace bra and panty set under the rest of my clothes. I also had some cash on me that Nelson didn't know about. If I got time maybe I could buy something pretty in New York. It would be neat if I could buy something cheap enough that Stoney could just tear from my body. Oh God, just the thought had me so wet and horny I had to slip into the bathroom and wipe myself.

I was going to drive my own car to the airport but Evie wanted to watch my plane take off so Nelson drove us. They accompanied me to the security area where I kissed them both and told them I would see them Wednesday night. As I got in line I turned and blew them both one last kiss.

As I approached the security area I felt like I was leaving one world and entering another; one world was work, family, practicality, accountability, responsibility, common sense and fidelity. The other was freedom, exemption, immaturity, wild abandonment and yes, infidelity. As I reached the TSA I was worried they might mistake my anxiousness for nervousness and give me a hard time but everything went smoothly.

As we boarded I found myself sitting between two men. Both were dressed very casually but the one to my right, in the window seat, had his laptop and I guessed him for being a business man. The guy in the aisle seat was older, much older. I figured he was on his way to visit his kids or something—probably a widower. Once we took off I stretched back and tried to get as comfortable as I could. I closed my eyes and felt a smile coming on as I started to daydream about having sex with Stoney. Every so often I had to remind myself where I was so I didn't reach down and start rubbing myself. I wondered if either of the men could smell me, maybe one of them would give me a hand...literally.

Around the time I considered going into the washroom to get myself off I heard one of the attendants telling everyone to return their seats to the upright position. I couldn't believe it, we were there. I'd fantasized about Stoney for the entire trip. Oh God, I sure hoped he didn't let me down.

I grabbed a cab to the Hilton and approached the freckle faced young man behind the counter.

"Hi, I'm Langley Anderson. You have a reservation for me."

"Yes, Ms. Anderson, I have it right here," he replied, already reaching for a key card. He set it on the counter while typing into his computer. "Do you need help with your bag, ma'am?"

"No, I've got it. Can you tell me if Bradley Stone has checked in?"

The young man quickly checked. "Yes, ma'am, would you like me to ring his room for you?"

I was about to say yes but changed my mind. No sense in advertising to the world. No telling who might be lurking around. "No, that's okay." I signed the check-in receipt, grabbed my key card and headed for the elevators.