Things between Kayla and I were better than they’d been in years. We were communicating with each other, which was something we hadn’t done in quite some time. We were talking, laughing, and enjoying each other’s company.

In many ways, I felt like we were given a second chance to enjoy our honeymoon stage, except it was even better this time. After so many years of marriage, most people don’t fight for what they have, which is probably why divorce rates are so high. I was thankful that we were able to breathe new life into a relationship that was dying.

An unexpected circumstance of our new lines of communication was Kayla coming around to the ideas of my fantasy. She wasn’t eager to go out and actually do it, but she was at least willing to talk about it. I had a feeling that she thought about it more than she was willing to admit, even though she denied it when I asked her about it.

Everything came to a head one night after I had taken her out to dinner and a comedy club, where we both had quite a bit more than the posted two drink minimum. We were lying in bed when she leaned over and started kissing my neck and whispering into my ear.

“I know you like when I kiss on you. Do you think about me lying in bed with someone else, kissing their neck like I do yours?” she asked playfully.

“Yes, I’ve thought about that a lot.”

She moved from my neck to my lips, giving me a deep kiss.

“What about me kissing them, pushing my tongue into his mouth? Maybe even biting their bottom lip the way I do?”

“Mm-hm, I like the sound of that.”

Kayla looked down and saw the bulge that had formed in my boxers. I was amazed at how I went from completely soft to rock hard with just a few words out of her mouth.

“You certainly do like that, don’t you?” she giggled as she reached down and started rubbing my hard-on through my boxers. “I’m sure if I was in bed with another man, his dick would be just as hard. What do you think about me reaching down and grabbing another man’s cock through his underwear and feeling it grow in my hand?”

I had to bite my tongue to the point where it started to hurt just to take my attention away from her touching me because if I didn’t, I was going to blow my load.

“Or what if I reached in and grabbed it?” she continued, moving her hand inside of my boxers, gripping my shaft at the base and slowly stroking upward.

“Get over here,” I told her as I grabbed her and flipped her onto her back, kissing her deeply and passionately, as though we were horny teenagers making out in the backseat of a car.

This was the first time that she had brought up the scenario in bed, and it was making me hotter than I ever could have imagined it would.

“I want you so bad,” she whispered into my ear.

I moved from her mouth and started kissing her down her body, stopping briefly at her collarbone and breasts before making my way between her legs. She grabbed the back of my head to push my face towards her pussy, which was already glistening, but I wanted to try something. It usually took some work to get her off, and I wanted to see if I was right and she was just as turned on by the fantasy as I was.

“For the rest of the night, I’m not your husband. Your husband isn’t here. I want you to close your eyes and imagine that you’ve spent the evening at a bar. Not a cheap, hole in the wall kind of place, but a bar in a nice hotel. The kind of hotel that businessmen frequent.”

“Uh-huh,” she whispered as I bent down and gave her clit one single lick.

“Now imagine that an attractive businessman has taken an interest in you and has been buying you drinks all evening. As it starts to get late, he invites you up to his room. He tells you he likes talking to you, but you both know that’s not what the invite is about.”

“Mmmm,” she moans as I give her another quick lick.

“He pours you another drink as soon as you get up to the room before he takes a seat and turns on some music. He tells you how sexy you look and asks you to dance for him. You place your drink on a nightstand and start giving him the most erotic dance you can think of. Your dance turns into a striptease. You seductively and provocatively take off every piece of clothing you’re wearing except for your g-string panties.”

“Keep going,” she groans while I slide a finger inside of her tight, wet slit.

“You walk over to the chair he’s sitting in, turn your back to him, and lower yourself onto his lap. As you grind against him, you can feel him starting to get hard in his slacks. You turn around, straddling him in his chair, undoing his tie, pulling it off, and throwing it across the room. Not being able to keep his hands off you, he grabs and a handful of your tits and brings your nipples into his mouth.”

“Oh God,” she says as I slip a second finger into her.

“When he can’t take your teasing anymore, he grabs you around your waist, lifts you up and puts you down at the edge of the bed. Forcefully, he spreads your legs, pulls your panties to the side, and shoves his head between your legs, just like this.”

Her legs were already beginning to shake before I leaned down and started licking all over her clit. Within 30 seconds, her pussy was starting to grip my fingers tightly, her breathing became shallow, and she grabbed the hair on the back of my head tightly.

“Oh God, Dillon, I’m cumming!”

Her entire body started convulsing as she had the hardest orgasm I can remember her having in quite some time. It was so hard that she became so sensitive, she had to push my head away from her.

“You liked that, didn’t you?” I asked.

“Yeah,” she replied, giggling as she tried to catch her breath. “That was fucking hot.”

I was right. She was fantasizing about it as well. Even if it never happened, it was nice to at least role play and talk about it. If I was never going to be able to actually share her, that was the next best thing.