I told my wife, Deb, that I wanted to live out a fantasy weekend. I told her I wanted her to make love to a real close friend of ours. Before I could explain, she immediately started to argue that she had already done that once and it wasn't happening again.
"No! No! You don't understand." I explained. "I want to pretend. Now here is the scenario I have in mind. We are going up north this week-end to open the…."
"Yes! We're already doing that." She interrupted me to argue, not sounding very pleased.
"Just here me out. I think you might like this."
I gave her the scenario I wanted to play out. I told her that my mother was ailing and I had to go see her. I still wanted her to go up north to open up the trailer for the season. Because she might not know how to or want to get down under the trailer to open up the water valves, etc.; I wanted Gary (my cousins ex-husband) to go with her.
This of course was to be a fantasy, so I would be playing the part of Gary. I knew she liked Gary and probably had the hots for him, based on some of things she has said in the past. During the divorce process he spent a lot of time at the house. We haven't talked to my cousin since she started this whole mess.
I also caught him giving her a good-bye hug in the kitchen last Christmas that lasted longer then would be expected. His hands were rubbing her bottom as he ground into her a little. She didn’t protest and there was an obvious bulge in his pants when he turned around. They both blushed a little when they saw me, but nothing was said.
Anyway, she protested against my scenario right away, asking where Gary would sleep, since there was only one bed. That's when I smiled and said, "That's up to you. This can be your fantasy too. Besides the dinette does fold down into a bed, so you could use that."
Deb smiled back, saying, "Umm, but it's still an awfully small trailer. In those confined quarters, no telling what might happen." She seemed to be getting into a little bit.
After we got there, I (Gary, she was calling me Gary from the time we got into the car) completed setting everything up in an hour or so. When I finished, Deb asked me to take her to K-Mart, that she needed a few things to set up the kitchen for the season. At K-Mart she kept sending Gary off to get this and that. Every time he came back she sent him off again on another errand. It seemed like she was hiding something. Even at the check out line, she sent him off to get something else.
We relaxed the afternoon away and then she sent Gary off to shower and change in the campground bathroom, while she did the same in the trailer. When he came back, the trailer was locked and she wouldn't let him in, claiming she wasn't decent.
Finally, about forty-five minutes later, she open the trailer door and stepped out wearing a black skirt and an almost see through brown satin blouse, which was unbuttoned about half way down. This gave me… Gary a sensual view of a half cup bush-up bra that barely hid her nipples, but left the tops her areolas very visible. Her hair was pulled up in a French curl on the back of her head and her face was made up nicely, accented with bright red lipstick and light blue eyeliner. She really looked great. I hadn't seen her this dolled up in a long, long time. I found out later she had bought the blouse and bra at K-Mart earlier.
Offering Gary her arm, she said, "Let's go have some fun. If my husband can't show me a good time, maybe our best friend can."
We went out to dinner at a little quiet club, dark and romantic. She kept running her toes up and down Gary's leg, but every time he put his hand on her knee, she would grab his hand, slowly drag it up her thigh until it almost reached that magic spot and then she'd pull it away. She'd then lean over, giving him an excellent view down her blouse, and whisper in his ear, "Ummm, that feels good, but my husband probably wouldn't like that."
After dinner we danced to a few of the slow songs. She pulled herself tight into Gary and anyone watching could not mistake the fact, that she was doing everything short of intercourse on the floor to turn Gary on. I… I mean Gary, walked around with a perpetual hard most of the remainder of the evening.
