The Guilty Secret

The-Guilty-Secret

Carla loved Jefferson.

“No, I really do.’’ She would tell herself several times a day. “I do love my husband and I’m really happy.’’

After all, to all intents and purposes and in any other woman’s eyes, Carla had it all. Not only did she have the looks (striking features, long glossy black hair and almond shaped green eyes) she also had the figure too. (Height five foot ten, waist 28 inches, bust 38DD, no enhancement surgery required) and a rich, drop dead gorgeous husband to boot. Every female who crossed his path coveted Jefferson. Carla should know she was frequently subjected to women dribbling whenever Jefferson walked into a room. His high cheekbones and perfect body would in themselves have been enough of a gift from God, but Jefferson also had a hundred kilo watt smile that caused the sides of his azure eyes to crease at the sides. In essence he was every woman’s fantasy so why wasn’t he Carla’s? When exactly had she stopped fancying her own husband? Why did she fantasise about fucking his best friend Alex?

It had been a fleeting thought at first. Alex had called round to their house with Tamara his ‘new’ girlfriend. Tamara was Alex’s sixth ‘new’ girlfriend that month. Carla had been as welcoming and friendly as usual but as they all shared a bottle of wine, she suddenly wondered what it was about Alex that made him such a magnet to the female race. Was it because he was good in bed? The very thought had caught her unawares and had caused her to blush and that was exactly how her current predicament started. One small, very casual thought, Carla had never been one to fantasise but it was as if once she started, she couldn’t stop.

“Jesus Carla, get a move on. Everyone is due to arrive in ten minutes and you’re not even dressed for Christ sake.”
Jefferson pulled a crisp white t shirt from the wardrobe to compliment his pristine pale blue shorts.

“How long does it take to don a bikini and a sarong?” Carla asked, flashing Jefferson a sardonic smile before turning back to her dressing table. Picking up her lip gloss she applied it in one swift sweep to her lips.

“There’s no need to be facetious.’’ Jefferson snapped, grabbing his trainers. “Just make sure you are ready before everyone arrives, I’m sure that can’t be too difficult, not even for you.” Jefferson left the room, slamming the door in the process.

Carla put on her watch and clipped in her earrings. Jefferson was perfect, perfectly controlling. She knew that all marriages had their ups and downs but she had realised recently that if she hadn’t had her fantasies about Alex, she would have probably gone stir crazy. As she left the bedroom she used that reasoning to assuage the thrilling guilt that was buried deep inside her. Jefferson may think he owned her lock stock and barrel but he couldn’t own her mind giving Carla a secret power.

Later that day, as Carla sat in the hot tub she looked across at Alex and found her eyes briefly travelling down to his swimming shorts. “I wonder if he has a big cock.” It was a split second thought that seemed to involuntarily pop into her head. Horrified at herself, Carla had quickly submerged herself in the hot tub, allowing the water to wash over her as if she was subconsciously cleansing herself from the brief, dirty thought. Coming back up for air Carla noticed that Alex was still there, sitting on the edge of the tub chatting to Jefferson.

What disturbed Carla was that Alex hadn’t done anything at all to precipitate the many fantasies she had about him. All he had done was have a healthy flow of female companions. He wasn’t even Carla’s type. However, Alex always let his guard down in public in a way Jefferson would never do. The two friends were actually the polar opposites of each other. Alex was as dark as Jefferson was fair. Jefferson liked his shirt collars starched to perfection where as Alex didn’t seem to care if his shirts were as creased as a crumpled piece of paper. His permanent five o clock shadow and rugged features made him look permanently horny and it was almost too painful for Carla to look at him.

It was after the hot tub scenario that Carla’s fantasies really took hold. The more she tried to shake them off the more her mind seemed to cling on to them. Her horny thoughts regarding Alex would infiltrate even the simplest of daily tasks. Making salad and slicing a cucumber she would again wonder for the countless time how big Alex’s cock was and how it would taste in her mouth. Was it wide, circumcised and juicy just the way she had always liked them? Did he shave his pubic hair or did he leave himself wild? Carla hoped not.

When she had washed her car one morning, as she soaped the windscreen she imagined being in the shower with Alex. His hard body pressed against her, his hands soaping her body, the white suds forming on her breasts reminding her of cum.

The little thoughts then escalated into full blown scenarios. Scenarios that started to help with Carla’s overwhelming private needs. Masturbation that had been rare was now a regular daily event. Once Jefferson had performed his obsessive morning rituals and left for work, Carla would run back upstairs to release her body from the pent up frustration that had stacked up inside her. Different scenarios flashed through her mind like scenes of a film.

One of her favourite fantasies was the one where Alex was fixing the alarm or assessing the whole security system, which he was often called to do due to Jefferson’s paranoia. Carla imagined him coming to fix the alarm and then seducing her in the kitchen as she made him a coffee. The circumstance was always the same; Alex pulled up her dress, ripped down her knickers and lifted her onto the work top where he would take her pussy prisoner with his tongue until she exploded in his mouth. Then one night her fantasising went one step further.

Carla and Jefferson had returned home from a black tie ball of unbelievably mind numbing proportions. Of course the only thing to keep Carla secretly entertained was Alex with his numerous anecdotes.

When they arrived home, Jefferson was in a particularly buoyant mood. His company had won an extremely prestigious award and to celebrate he had drank more champagne than usual. As Carla undressed, allowing her red satin dress to slip to her feet, Jefferson stood behind her, lifting her hair he kissed her neck before moving down to her shoulders. Carla tried to move away but Jefferson held her hair firmly in his hands restricting her movement.

“Don’t deny me this evening Carla please. We’ve had a wonderful time, let’s leave it on a high note?’’

Jefferson’s voice was gentle; his voice a seemingly warm burr but there was the familiar edge to his voice, an edge that definitely brooked no argument.

Jefferson’s fingers trailed down Carla’s spine and despite herself Carla felt a tingle ripple down her back causing her body to shiver. As his fingers reached the lace trim of her French knickers, an image of Alex entered Carla’s mind. As he stroked the inside of Carla’s thigh his hands moving slowly upwards Carla closed her eyes and allowed her mind to escape into her fantasy world.

Alex was in the bedroom fixing the panic button that had broken. Carla was stood in front of her mirror, contemplating whether or not her dress was appropriate for her lunch date that afternoon.

“You look nice.’’ Alex casually commented, “Red suits you.’’

Carla turned round, Alex stood grinning at her. “I mean it, don’t look so surprised.’’

Carla turned back to the mirror and looked at herself once more. She supposed Alex had a point, red did suit her. As she slipped on her necklace she felt Alex’s breath on her neck. His musky aftershave mixed with manual labour instantly turning her on.
“I want to fuck you so hard.’’ He murmured and Carla heard herself groan.

“Mmm does that turn you on baby, being fucked hard?’’ Jefferson’s voice brought her back to reality. Pushing her down onto the bed he leant over her. “We’ve got all night.”

Jefferson moved to the edge of the bed and took her stocking toes in his mouth, Carla shut her eyes. Moving on from her toes, Alex’s mouth travelled along her foot, up her calf and to her thigh. His hands reached the elastic of her French knickers and harshly he pulled them off before resuming. His hot breath whispered against her pussy lips before she felt the wetness of his mouth as he probed her lips open before dipping his tongue inside her causing Carla to arch her back and gasp at the pure decadence of it all. She felt a flurry of excitement sweep through her at the thought of Jefferson catching both her and Alex in bed fucking.

In her mind, Carla put her hands on the back of Alex’s head and pushed his face closer to her until his nose was resting perfectly near the nub of her pussy. Gently at first she started to rock, rubbing his nose into her as his tongue gathered pace, his lips sucking her into him until her whole self was encompassed by his mouth. She pushed herself against him, slowly at first but then gathering pace as she felt the orgasm start to build inside her. Her pussy felt like it was throbbing within an inch of its life before the climax arrived and crashed inside her.

As the climax abated an image of Alex at the black tie ball entered Carla’s mind. He’d inadvertently dropped his mobile as he had been pouring her a glass of champagne. As Alex had dropped down under the table to retrieve his phone, Carla had slightly opened her legs imagining Alex looking up her dress. She fantasised about his cock hardening as he looked at her knowing that he shouldn’t be. It was the very thought that Alex shouldn’t have been looking up her dress, and the fact that she was thinking about it as her husband fucked her that brought Carla to another orgasm, even more intense than the previous one. Her screams echoing around the room as her whole body was flooded with pure ecstasy. As her body shuddered, her mind momentarily went blank as she lost herself in the moment.

Jefferson climbed on top of her and pushed himself inside her. Carla wrapped her legs around his hips and grabbed his shoulders. As Carla’s lips met Jefferson’s she could taste herself on his mouth and rubbed her face against his imagining it was Alex’s with its stubble and roughness. The harshness of having her hair pulled and the rough way in which Jefferson was fucking her normally disturbed her but it had now taken on a whole new palatable meaning. The biting on her neck and the roughness of her nipples being squeezed was suddenly a massive turn on. As she imagined Alex punishing her for not being available when he’d wanted her to be.

Carla’s hands gripped Jefferson’s buttocks tightly as she encouraged him to fuck her harder and harder. Jefferson wasn’t accustomed to such enthusiasm from his wife, which only served to bring him to a shuddering climax much earlier than usual.
Kissing Carla’s forehead, Jefferson climbed off her and grabbed a tissue from the bedside table and wiped his cock. Sliding beneath the bed covers, he encouraged Carla to do the same. Jefferson put his arm around her and pressed her head into his chest.

“I haven’t known you to be that horny in a while darling, it was quite a surprise actually.’’

Carla felt a stream of fear trickle through her. Had Jefferson read her mind? That she pushed that irrational thought away, of course he couldn’t.

“Really?” Carla gave a small, nervous laugh. “It must have been the excitement of the whole evening.’’

“You will have to keep that up, that’s the best fuck we’ve had in a while, lets hope you can keep that kind of performance consistent. My only complaint and it is a minor one, you made me so excited I didn’t last as long as I wanted to.’’ Jefferson planted a kiss on Carla’s cheek.

Carla shut her mind off to Jefferson’s waffling. In her imagination she had been fucking Alex and Jefferson’s thoughts and feelings on the whole experience were totally irrelevant. As Carla enjoyed her warm, post coital glow of fantasy, she imagined lying in Alex’s arms basking in his manly scent, stroking her back, his voice murmuring sweet nothings in her ear.

Carla felt herself being nudged, jolting her from her reverie.

“Are you listening Darling?’’

Carla dragged herself back to her painful reality. “Sorry, I was miles away, enjoying the moment.”

Jefferson hugged her to him tightly. ‘’I said have you got anything planned for tomorrow?’’

Carla shook her head in the dark.

“Good, because I’ve asked Alex to come round, the damn alarm to the garage needs fixing.”