Fantasies

She continued, "How many times have I thrown around the idea of bringing in another woman so we could take turns making love to you? We've been doing sexual fantasy role-plays about that for years! But it's always just a fantasy. Even though most guys would KILL for a threesome with another woman, what do you always say? You said it wasn't fair, it wasn't even, so I thought this would be even."

I hugged her. "Sweetheart, it's not the question of being even or not. You know my real issues."

I didn't have to say them out loud. She knew full well that I was positively petrified by the idea of marital infidelity.

One day when I was twelve, my mother, sister, and I came home only to find my father energetically fucking a strange woman right in the middle of our living room. And I do mean fucking – I don't use that vulgar word lightly. They were so into it that they didn't hear us come in. They wouldn't have heard a freight train coming, the way they were carrying on. That sight was traumatic. But even worse, my father up and left with the other woman. He walked out the door with her, right then and there!

Yet, even though he'd cheated on her and broke her heart, my mother never stopped loving him. She kept making the most pathetic attempts to get back together with him. We were broke and miserable for years. My mother never did remarry and has remained so sad ever since that it broke my heart too.

She's in a retirement home today, and whenever I see her melancholy face it tears me up all over again. I blamed it all on my cheating father.

Sure, I'll eye an attractive stranger from time to time; sometimes I can't help it. But to me, the prospect of committing adultery really seems about as serious and sinful to me as committing murder. I just couldn't do it, not even if my wife practically threw a gorgeous woman like Delilah Jensen at me.

With that always in the back of my mind, I gave her some of my typical reasons. "Sure, I fantasize about a threesome from time to time. Probably every male does. But in reality it's far too dangerous. You never know what's going to happen. Maybe I'd become obsessed with the other woman. Maybe she'd turn out to be psycho. Maybe there's a man who doesn't know and finds out and wants to murder somebody. Maybe she spreads a sexual disease. Or she becomes pregnant. No birth control method is 100% foolproof. There are all kinds of possibilities and I don't want to take a chance of losing you, even if it's just an extremely slim chance. I. Love. MY. Wife!"

She replied, "Right. And I love that you love me that much and are so protective of me that you'd even forgo acting out your fantasies in real life. But with Michelle and Ruby, we can have our cake and eat it too! We get the excitement of something new, but it's completely safe. Nothing is going to happen like what happened to your mother. In fact, nothing is going to happen at all except for some harmless teasing, if that's what you want. It's still just a fantasy, except acted out in real life a little more. That turns me on."

"But Sweetheart! This is incest we're talking about. Incest! Craziness! This is MICHELLE! Our sweet little baby girl. And Ruby! That's almost incest because she's basically family. You know how I think of her as our third daughter!"

"Dan, it's not like you're going to screw them. Come on! The very fact that it's Michelle and Ruby ensures that things won't get serious. We're just talking about teasing. They get you hot, running around topless or whatever, and I get the reward in bed at night. I don't even mind if you touch them and they touch you. Just stay within reasonable bounds."

I gave her an incredulous look, because I couldn't believe what I was hearing.

She went on, "You're such a good and upright and moral man that I know you'll never go too far beyond your own limits. You can do your Walter Mitty fantasizing all you like, but when it comes down to brass tacks I'm confident you're never going to cheat on me, especially with your own daughter or her best friend. I tell you, it's win-win all around. I'm already starting to regret when they'll go to college next year, because I know this year is going to be the hottest, sexiest year we've ever had, with the two of them fueling your lust all the time."

"But Sweetheart. How do you KNOW what'll happen? There's no telling what can happen in the heat of the moment. I just might lose all control. Especially with Michelle. What if she pushes me over the edge and I actually end up having sex with my very own daughter?!"

She snorted. "Yeah. Right. Dan, you've got such a big adultery hang-up that you're more likely to blow

Up a police station."

"It's dangerous! I don't have a 'hang-up,' okay? I'm a loving, loyal husband. How is that a hang-up? Besides, if you remember, I blew up a fire station that one time, so you never know."

She laughed at my joke. "Dan, you're a great lover. Most wives I talk to, their husbands lie on top of them – wham bam, thank you ma'am – five minutes later and they're done. But you go on for hours, practically. You can cum again and again. You make me cum so many times I lose count. And although you're perhaps the best endurance trainer a woman could ever have, let me tell you it is frigging exhausting!"

She went on, "But variety is the spice of life. I'll admit this Michelle and Ruby stuff is a little bit weird, maybe even a lot weird. But after 10,000-plus times of sex, we need something new! If this is how we're going to get some new excitement in our love life, then I'm all for it. Already, these last few weeks have been amazing. I don't mind going to work completely exhausted every morning if you send me to the stars every night. In fact, that's what I'm going to do with the extra time from my reduced hours: sleep and recover from your most excellent love making."

I was stumped. I truly was feeling tortured lately, thanks to all the teasing. Our daughter was so gorgeous, so inhumanly sexy and curvy, that it seemed downright cruel for her to have a heterosexual father. Ruby was every bit as tempting, with a remarkably similar body. Eighteen-year-olds aren't supposed to be that voluptuous already! My defenses were slowly breaking down, which caused my stress to go up and up.

Normally I was more than capable of taking care of any problem on my own. I should have been more forceful with Michelle especially, since she's the ringleader. But she knows how to press my buttons even better than my wife does (which was in some ways truly frightening).

"All right," I said. "I'll think about it. But you HAVE to talk to Michelle and Ruby. Tell them… Well, I don't know what, but tell them something so they don't go too far! And just what does it mean, anyway, this 'reasonable bounds' thing of yours?" Since my wife worked with legal documents and business contracts in her job, she was very big on precisely defining terms.

She winked at me and gave me a curious look. "It means just that. Reasonable." "But how far is too far?"

"Wouldn't you like to know?" She laughed, but it was a kind laugh. She saw my frustration, and added, "Honey, I'm just yanking your chain. I trust you completely. I trust you with my life. You're a much more moral and upright person than I am. You're this strange combination of passionately sexual while still being intensely moral. And I love it, even though your limitations are frustrating at times.

Whatever you think is reasonable is fine with me. For instance, if YOU think it's fine for you to caress their huge racks and even rub your face in them, then that's okay by me."

I felt a sudden surge of lust as I imagined doing just that. I could feel my penis quickly engorging. "My God! You're giving me a complete green light to do … things … to my own daughter and her best friend!"

"No, not ANY thing. It's just that I know you're a far better restrainer of your own behavior than I'll ever be. But the ambiguity, the thought you COULD go too far, is part of what turns me on about this. In my fantasies, you always DO go too far with her. Both of them, but especially Michelle!"

That took my breath away. "But I really could! You don't know how tempting Michelle can get! And Ruby's pretty much just as bad!"

For some reason, the fact that Mindy and Michelle looked so similar really struck home at that

Moment. I felt as if I was sitting naked in my bed talking to Michelle after having made love to her. That caused my dick to suddenly get as stiff as an iron bar. The only major differences were that Michelle wore her blonde hair all the way down to the top of her rear, she had a darker tan, and Mindy wore glasses when she read, which was much of the time due to her legal work.