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The fantasy I'm most ashamed of involves the manager of a local bookshop that my wife has confided in me she secretly has the hots for. She's admitted to me in our intimate moments that she is attracted by his tall, thin frame, smart looks, his handsome, chiselled complexion and his air of authority. She has confessed that she sometimes brings herself off fantasising about his long, thin rigid cock penetrating her deepest recesses.

However she has categorically forbidden me ever to give him even the slightest inkling that she is attracted to him and that that is all there is to it.

So this is where my fantasy comes in. I imagine that, against her wishes and without her knowledge, I tell him my wife's naughty secret, how she has the hots for him but is too embarrassed to do anything about it. At first he just throws it off but I then I tell him about how I can arrange for him to bed her with absolutely no strings attached.

He is to come to our house at a pre-arranged time and date and take my place in the marrital bed. I assure him she will be out for the count so he will be able to do whatever he wants with her, he has my complete blessing. She need never know it was anyone other than her husband and when he has finished with her he can quietly dissappear back into the ether. In my wickedly forbidden fantasy, he quickly warms to the idea and agrees to my plan.

My wife always likes to knock back a bottle of wine before bedtime which I know will ensure she sleeps soundly, so on the pre-arranged night I make sure that before she goes to bed she is well lubricated.

In my fantasy I leave our front door unlocked having already arranged an agreed time for the lucky man she secretly admires to enter the house. He quietly creeps upstairs and on reaching the landing, strips off down to his underpants and stealthily creeps into our bedroom.

Although still dark, there is enough light for him to see his way round to my side of the bed. He gently taps me on the shoulder as the signal for me to make way for him. I silently get out of bed and, shaking like a leaf with uncontrollable nerves, I go and sit on a chair beside the bed and watch as his shady figure takes my place and snuggles up to her.

I can tell by her breathing that my wife remains sound asleep and completely unaware of what is going on.

I imagine him gently starting to stroke her soft curvy body. He can tell she is still fast asleep by her gentle snoring, so he gets a little bolder, reaching for her exquisitely soft breasts and cupping them between his palms. He then runs a hand down towards her mound and starts to explore between her legs. By now she is beginning to stir as his fingers find their way between her moist lips. As his rampant erection pushes in between her butt cheeks from behind. she starts to respond, turning towards him and seeking out his lips.

In my fantasy she has no idea that she is kissing somone else other than her husband, let alone that it is her secret heartthrob from the bookshop. However she is vaguely becoming aware that there is something quite different about her lover that is arousing her far more than usual. In her alcohol-induced stuporific state, all she knows is that his body feels unusually firm and strong and lithe, and that the more she rubs his long slender cock, the more rigid it feels tonight than ever she can remember.

It is all taking her into such a crazed state of desire that she is now desperate to feel the satisfying sensation of his long cock pushing between her warm oozing lips and penetrating her inner depths.

Meanwhile from my vantage point beside the bed I am aroused into a state of near-delirium by what is happening. Even in the darkness I can make out the ever increasing urgency with which her intruder is thrusting his groin towards her crotch. I can tell by the soft murmurings of pleasure my wife is emitting how much that desire is growing.

By the movements going on under the bedclothes I make out that he is now arching his body over and on top of my darling wife and entering her silken slit. My heart races at the realisation she still does not know she is about to be fucked by the man of her dreams - her tall, dark, handsome heartthrob from the bookshop. He of the long thin, rock hard cock she has secretly craved for so long to feel inside her.

He starts pummeling away between her legs and I revel in the muffled sounds of her ecstatic groans. As their urgent romp continues the duvet rucks up and then begins to fall away to one side, exposing to my delight the shadowy outline of his rampant cock thrusting in and out of her sopping pussy.

At last the big moment comes, the one that I have so cravenly been achingly longing for. He let's out an almighty roar as he unloads his liquid seed deep inside my wife's steamy pussy.

He flops back down to my side of the bed and lays there for a couple of minutes without a murmur. He is completely spent. Finally he gets up and creeps back out of the room, his mission accomplished. I hear a soft click on the front door of our house that tells me he has just left.

I wait a little while until I hear a soft snoring that tells me my darling wife has returned to her slumbers, meaning it's now safe to resume my berth by her side. My heart starts to race anew as I find myself thinking about what has just happened.

My hand tentatively caresses her soft thighs in search of her freshly fucked pussy. I get a shock when I feel the cold wet liquid of his cum seeping between her legs. It is a shock that at once combines huge thrill and crushing humiliation as the realisation hits me that it is HIS cum, not mine, that has flooded her deepest parts and taken her to previously unknown delights.

For a moment I am overcome with dread. My desperation to reclaim her is powerful but at the same time I realise that in order to satisfy my craving I must plough through the swamp of HIS thick cum and it momentarily gives me the shudders.

That thought however is quickly displaced by my ravenous desire for her. There is nothing for it but to instantly bury my hungry cock deep inside her alien-filled slit. The sheer hot slipperiness of her freshly-filled c*nt at once delights and overpowers me and I am overtaken by a sensation of glorious triumph as I cum with such an intensity of pleasure as I have never before experienced.