“My Wife... A Hard Core Cougar”
Volume 1
by Bryce Grantier
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Copyright 2009 Bryce Grantier (pen name)
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TABLE OF CONTENTS
MATURE CONTENT NOTICE (Please read this Notice before proceeding.)
Introduction
Prelude
Chapter 1 : The Agony
Chapter 2 : Taken
Chapter 3 : Surrender
Chapter 4 : Consummation
Chapter 5 : He Steals My Wife
Chapter 6 : Confession
Chapter 7 : Karen Tells All
Chapter 8 : He Moves In... With My Wife!
Chapter 9 : My Regrets... Who Cares?
Chapter 10 : The First Night
Chapter 11 : He Owns My Wife
Chapter 12 : I Get Caught!
Chapter 13 : Awesome!
Chapter 14 : Humiliation
Chapter 15 : My First Time
Chapter 16 : I Cross The Line
Chapter 17 : Mike Is Back
Chapter 18 : All For Karen
Chapter 19 : Mike Works Me Over
Chapter 20 : Complete Surrender
Chapter 21 : Mike and Karen... Again
Chapter 22 : Todd
Chapter 23 : The Next Morning
Chapter 24 : Sharing Her
Chapter 25 : An Endless Night
Chapter 26 : The Picture Changes, For The Worse
Chapter 27 : An Endless Weekend
Chapter 28 : The Culmination
Chapter 29 : Time To Play
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Before we get too far, MAKE SURE YOU FIRST READ THE FOLLOWING CAUTION,
“WARNING! READ THE FOLLOWING NOTICE BEFORE PROCEEDING”
If you do not understand the difference between fantasy and reality, or are under the age of 21, stop immediately and DO NOT read further.
NO MATTER WHAT THE CIRCUMSTANCES, COERCION, FORCED ABDUCTION, INTIMIDATION, PHYSICAL OR EMOTIONAL HARM, OR DAMAGING ANY PERSON YOU ARE INTIMATE WITH HAS NO PLACE IN REALITY. IF YOU THINK IT DOES, YOU URGENTLY NEED IMMEDIATE PROFESSIONAL, PSYCHOLOGICAL HELP. GET IT, NOW!
Unfortunately, there are those who think they have the right or need to abuse or control others against their will. Professional help is where anyone who feels this way needs to spend their time, not with fantasies that feed unhealthy, unrealistic delusions of power and control over others.
WARNING!
READ THIS NOTICE BEFORE PROCEEDING.
THIS MATERIAL IS APPROPRIATE ONLY FOR MATURE ADULTS OVER THE AGE OF 21. UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCES SHOULD CHILDREN OF ANY AGE, OR ADULTS OF UNCERTAIN MENTAL FACULTY, BE EXPOSED TO THIS MATERIAL.
IMPORTANT: This is a purely fictional fantasy depicting graphic scenes of imagined kidnapping, rape, bondage, and extreme sexual mutilation, AND is an imaginary tale wherein the fictional victims tacitly approve of these circumstances. IF YOU CANNOT UNDERSTAND THIS STORY IS PURELY IMAGINARY AND IS A FICTIONAL ROLE PLAY FANTASY, INTENDED ONLY FOR FANTASY EDIFICATION, YOU URGENTLY NEED TO OBTAIN PROFESSIONAL COUNSELING HELP IMMEDIATELY! IT IS NEVER APPROPRIATE TO ENGAGE ANOTHER PERSON IN ANY OF THE ACTS DEPICTED IN THIS STORY WITHOUT THEIR FULLY INFORMED, MUTUAL AND PRIOR CONSENT, AND THEN ONLY ON A FANTASY BASIS.
UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCES SHOULD YOU CONTINUE READING UNLESS YOU ARE MATURE, MENTALLY STABLE, CLEARLY UNDERSTAND THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN EXTREME SEXUAL FANTASY AND RESPONSIBLE REALITY, AND ARE OVER 21 YEARS OF AGE.
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Introduction
I'm Jim Williams, at least that's what you will know me as for this book. All the names in this book are fictitious, for reasons that will become obvious. But this book is not about me. This book is about the most incredible woman I know, my wife Karen. She's my mate for life, easily my best friend, and to keep this short, the only woman I'll ever want or need to keep me sane in this world. Then again, no one can drive me a little insane like she can too. I simply adore her, knowing that within 24 hours she'll also drive me to wonder why I ever married her, only to then return within another couple of hours to realize how incredibly lucky I am to have her as my wife. This book testifies to how madly nuts I am about her.
In a life filled with wrong turns, some within and some beyond my control, this woman is EASILY the best thing that ever happened to me. Period. I would die for Karen in a second, if I had the good fortune to be able to choose. And while my love for her goes way beyond the physical, the visceral rush of sexual passion I get for her, at 46 years of age, is still an undeniable part of all that I love about this amazing woman. Contrary to the cultural indoctrination we all feed on like pablum from the media, sexual passion and energy does not end at 40! As you will see, my passion for Karen has led to some very deep, very dark fantasies, but like a tiger in a cage, it's sometimes best to know where the boundaries between fantasy and reality are. This story is a FANTASY, driven by my darker, most intense passions for my incredible wife. This novel is nothing, if not a dedication to the mad physical passions and desires this wonderful woman, at age 46, still puts me through.
I love my wife Karen, deeply. I cherish her, all of her, body, mind and soul... Frankly, I'm just freakin' crazy about her! The REALITY is that her marvelously innocent sensuality fires my imagination to (sometimes very dark) passions that inspire me, excite me, and stoke my desires for her. By tempering the sparks of passion for my wife that writing this novel stoked, our physical and emotional intimacy (Note, that does not mean only sex!) is better, over 20 years later, than it was the night we were married. I'd be both lying and abnormal to say I never admire another woman, but Karen, at 46, is truly the object of every sensual desire I have. My comely wife is my sex object, the only one I dream about, yearn for, and am thankful for. She's my “dream girl” in every sense possible. As you'll see me say many times throughout the novel, “Man, I'm just crazy about this woman!”
Is your marriage stale? Do you wonder what ever happened to the passion you once had... or maybe never had? Well, consider that last movie you saw that changed your entire week. Or ask yourself why you bought a lottery ticket yesterday. Do you think the dream you had last night was just a stray set of images that had no purpose? Guess again. The truth is that fantasy, often in ways we don't even recognize, plays a huge role in our day-to-day, often mundane, lives. Call it fantasy, imagination, or vision. Our ability to see beyond the stark, hard edged world takes us into another world where anything is possible, and often will change the way we view the world, and those around us.
After 20 plus years of marriage, writing this fantasy about my very real wife made me fall madly in love with Karen all over again, in some ways like I never had before. May you find the same passion for the woman you are joined to. Let your fantasies about her remain fantasies, perhaps, but let that tiger run wild inside the cage of fantasy. Then tame your fantasy, and use it in reality to drive a more loving, caring passion for your mate, and you will find what writing this tale has done for me, and for us. You may be surprised at what has been right there beside you all along... and how much less appealing the person you know you shouldn't be thinking about becomes. In short, use your fantasies to improve what you have, not make you wish for what you don't.
OK, enough of that. Let me tell you about my amazing wife...
Prelude
My wife, Karen, is simply amazing. Emerald green eyes, an innocent, unassuming face so pretty that she makes other women gaze in awe when they find out she's not 34 or 35, like they had thought, but 46! Two years ago, she took a couple of our neighbor's kids to a community event for children, and a tall, fit looking teen, a 16-year old helper at the event, made a point of striking up a conversation with her. He simply wouldn't stop talking to her. Within five minutes, Karen realized the kid was flirting with her! Amusing, yes, but that shows you what my Karen is like. Most of the time, however, my pretty wife has been my best kept secret in the bedroom. My wife was never one to search for the wrong kind of adult male attention, and her traditional, conservative outlook made her safely mine. Karen always dressed for comfort and modesty, so I was the one guy lucky enough to see what her mature feminine charms held when those loose fitting, casual clothes came off.
Wow! Where do I begin? Legs, legs that keep me worked up just thinking about them, and breasts... so nice and subtle under those frumpy clothes, but perfectly delightful, firm, and completely marvelous to pet and tease on a long dark night. Oh yeah, did I mention what I thought would never be shared with another man? Two unforgettable things... Karen is an absolute delight to soul kiss, no matter who you could compare her to. Those lips, her mouth... warm, wet, responsive, delicious... her mouth alone makes me have an erection. And finally, the most precious turn on of all about my adorable wife's body, a furry, pretty little snatch that's had two children, and remains a tight, wet, wonderfully feminine place any adult guy in his right mind would aspire to sink his manhood into! And here's the “closer,” part of my wonderful Karen that fulfills one of the most universal male fantasies of all time. She has all that, and she's a Registered Nurse, a very, very good one! Let's just say I'm often amazed at how fortunate I am to be the lucky guy to have married her.
I had always figured this unbelievably youthful, devoted, mature, professional woman was all mine. Then one dark night, Mike came along...
Chapter 1: The Agony
It’s not fair, but I guess I’ll have to get used to it. I felt where my balls had been a few weeks earlier, and had to admit my empty scrotum still would take some getting used to. In the darkened living room, my cock still stiffened as I thought of how I had lost them… or was it the muffled sounds of Mike making passionate love to Karen through the locked bedroom door that did it?
My heart aches thinking about him getting to sleep with my pretty wife every night. Worse is the thought of Mike making passionate, physical love to Karen whenever he pleases… while I’m not even permitted to kiss her!
She's absolutely amazing, and in spite of everything, I'm crazy, mad in love with her. Quite simply, she's the only woman I ever fantasize about. Karen is 46 years old, but she puts most women 20 years younger than her to shame. The virile, fit guy who I'm being forced to listen to as he makes love to her is 34, and believe me, he can't seem to get enough! He makes love to my wife all the freakin' time. I know exactly why he usually keeps Karen in bed with him on Saturday mornings... often until noon! The combination of her pretty, innocent looks and that firm, supple body in such a mature, experienced woman make her just about irresistible to any guy lucky enough to get to have her.
Up until Mike came along and kidnapped her, Karen was the best kept secret I had. My wife looks a lot younger than her age. All sorts of people have said that, and when other women guess her age, they're always shocked to find out she's 46. Most think Karen is in her early 30's. And frankly, in regular clothes she looks nice and pretty, but not what the average man would dream about. It isn't until I woke up and got back to making love to her a couple of years ago that I found out what I'd been missing. In bed, Karen is a man's dream come true. Those legs, her small, rounded breasts, her rear, a cute, fluffy snatch that is nothing short of marvelous, and, best of all, those wonderful lips and that mouth that was made for kissing! Put all that into a woman who has matured and become more content with who she is, and you have nothing short of wonderful, passionate pleasure. Man, when it comes to making love, everything about my wife, Karen, is extremely habit forming. One time, and man, you're hooked!
Now, I never stop yearning for the way it used to be. I had to marry her to get all that, but he got to find out what I already knew in one long, steamy night. Mike, who's a real stud and is a dozen years younger than her, makes love to my wife over and over behind the locked bedroom door! I'll be making breakfast on a Saturday morning, while Mike's locked in the master bedroom upstairs with Karen, taking deep, searching soul kisses from her, that huge cock of his ravishing her precious body! It's unreal.
It all just brings back those bittersweet memories. To have Karen under me, that pretty face and those soft, sensuous lips to soul kiss, in between those incredible, sexy legs with my cock buried in her wonderful, furry sex, while I fondle those delicious breasts! Finding yourself in bed with Karen is like unexpectedly discovering a powerful, erotic, and highly addictive drug! She's just amazing... There's something about her that you don't fully realize until you bed her down, that's just flat out irresistible to a man. One time in bed with her, and I don't see how any guy who's not totally homosexual couldn't be hooked.
Just to get Karen in a good, deep soul kiss... Man, it never fails. I'm completely addicted to Karen, and there isn't another woman I'd rather be in bed with. Of course, Mike has now taken her away from me, but I still stick around just hoping for the "crumbs" of her attention. Just thinking about how it used to be with Karen in bed almost drives me crazy! I just wish I could be so lucky. Just thinking about what he's doing to her makes me uncontrollably horny. Sometime later, I'll find a spare bathroom, and beat off on the tile floor, imagining I'm the one lucky enough to be with her. Man, I love her...
But see, here I am again. Once I begin to dwell on Karen, my mind, and fantasies, just can't stop wandering to thoughts of her pretty face, that hair, those amazing legs and that bottom of Karen’s that I can't keep my eyes off in a pair of snug fitting jeans... or tights. She is the most amazing combination of disarming, innocent charm, and the ability to be incredibly sexy, in a very low key, understated way. She's the kind of woman who would look totally at home at a kids' soccer game, or at a church social, but who any lucky man over 30 would find absolutely unforgettable to make love to... if he just knew what she was like!
What I think of most are her wonderful lips, that warm, wet mouth that I hunger to French kiss, and her dark emerald eyes that are so wonderful to gaze into… that is, when I was the one lucky enough to be in bed with her. Man, I'm madly in love with just about everything about her! The mere thought of not being around her, even if she is sleeping with Mike these days, is inconceivable. My ultimate fantasy is to win her back, as unlikely as that seems. Karen is quite simply amazing, and I'm as nuts about her as ever.
Just as quickly, I sink into heart wrenching melancholy as I write this. It turns me on just to think about her, but as I do Karen and Mike are making passionate, consuming love, again, in the next room! My mind pictures her soft, bushy snatch, and those small, rounded breasts that grow such nice, firm points when she is excited… and as I do my worthless cock begins to grow, again. It's crazy... and it's terribly unfair!
And those legs... Man! I can't talk about Karen's legs enough. My wife has the most amazing, unforgettable legs, and that's when she's not even trying to look sexy. Long before Mike ever moved in, just the sight of Karen's nylons drying on the laundry room door got me excited! Wrapping those sensuous legs in soft nylons, and getting intimate with her like that... I've just got to stop before it drives me (even more) nuts for her... again. Well, once Mike got acquainted with every inch of those lovely legs, that alone would explain why he makes love to her all the time. Now that amazing woman, who is still my wife, and who I'm madly in love and lust for, belongs to him. He's the lucky bastard on the other side of that bedroom door, enjoying everything that he took away from me!
The most devastating part is that I suspect she loves Mike at least as much as she loves me, and will obediently do things for him in bed that I've only been able to fantasize about. For Karen, rough, physical sex with me would have been unthinkable, but Mike is another story. What hurts the most is that he got to get everything I've just dreamed of, not by courting her, or buying her flowers, or spending hours and hours listening to her problems. In one night, he simply kidnapped her... then ravished her, over and over. By dawn, Karen had given Mike her cell phone number, and two nights later they did it all over again. But man, I look at Karen and still want nothing more than to kiss her, and make love to her! But of course, because of Mike, I can't.
I just listen numbly to the muffled sounds of Mike forcefully taking Karen behind our locked bedroom door, and it's agonizing listening to another man have his way with my adorable wife. I hear him punishing Karen with sex, but I also hear her sensual, breathless "I love you's," and some things I can't even bear to repeat. Then I hear them kissing... long, endless kisses, and the creaking of the bed... and my heart literally aches.
Finally, I have to listen as Mike and Karen consummate their passionate live-in affair yet again. What an incredible farce. Our grown kids think Karen and I enjoy quiet Saturday mornings together, but "Uncle Mike" is having yet another of what we euphemistically call a "sleep over" with my wife. He's literally devouring her with his demanding, exhausting version of steamy, hot sex! The excruciating sounds of Karen and Mike's passionate lovemaking reminds me over and over again of how he stole her from me... It drives me crazy, no insane, with jealously that I'm powerless to show. He makes love to her almost every night, sometimes for hours. What's worse is that I'm reminded of how I'll never again get to have her, ever, like he does... whenever he wants her! My male competitor for Karen has totally defeated me, and gets the best my comely wife has to offer, in my bed... every damn night! The thought of what he does to her just makes me crazy.
And, oh yes, there are many times that Mike, Karen and I are home alone. It happens all the time when Karen and Mike have the same days off on a weekend. It happens in the kitchen, the living room, even the garage. I regularly have to witness "Uncle Mike" take Karen in his arms, gaze into her pretty eyes, and give my pretty wife the most passionate, X-rated kisses I can only dream of! Karen's mouth fills with his tongue as he explores her, and she moans softly as his hands massage her body. I've been close enough to literally watch Mike's tongue as it aggressively probes deep into my wife's willing mouth! It's torture. My wife completely melts right in front of me, wrapped tight in the arms of another man! Wherever he does it, Mike loves to make me watch as he feels my wife up. After he's finished enjoying her, it's not unusual for Karen to have to excuse herself to straighten her blouse and hair in a mirror! Sometimes he really messes her up. The first time it happened, Mike got so excited that he had to take Karen into the bedroom, and they made love for over an hour. He's just so physical with Karen that it never fails to crush me when I have to watch them get so intimate, which is pretty much all the time. Mike gets all of her, and I get nothing...
And Karen knows how much it destroys me, but she just gives me that adorable, shy smile as I longingly gaze into those pretty green eyes. She softly whispers, "Sorry, honey," goes on her way, and I stare as she saunters away, looking irresistible! My heart again pounds with physical agony at the thought of what he must do to her behind closed doors! If I wasn't so madly, insanely in love with Karen... well, I guess I'd just leave for good. But I can't. The thought of never seeing Karen again, and just maybe that someday she might come back to me, just keeps me hanging on... hoping against hope.
It's so unfair that even the tabloids wouldn't believe it. It's taken me this long into my little story to tell you the part that drives me crazy more than anything else. I might as well let you know everything. My wife and her passionate lover, well, they work together too! Or should I say, they work together sometimes? OK, I know that's kind of confusing, so I'd better explain. Here goes.
Mike and Karen, well, they are both Registered Nurses, and they both work in the same regional hospital. For about a year, my wife and Mike worked together on the same unit... constantly. That was when he had lots of time to get to know Karen, but more on that later. The hospital reassigned people a few months ago, but when he was around her all the time, that's when I began to lose her to him. They work on different units now, but when their supervisors see the need to re-assign nurses based on patient capacity, Karen and Mike still get to work together. It drives me crazy. Mike spends a lot more time with Karen than I do, and now that he's living here, lots of days they even drive to work together! That's a whole different part of my story, my wife and him being lovers at night, then being together all day. It's perfect for him... and it's absolutely insane for me. Anyway, you get the idea.
Anyway, back to my story. By the night that Mike finally “kidnapped” Karen, he had lots and lots of time to work on my wife's pretty head. Before their first night of illicit, physical sex was over he had methodically turned Karen from partly willing victim, into his passionate lover! He even bragged to me later that their “date” had begun around 11:00 that night, and in his words, “By 1:00 in the morning, man, that pretty wife of yours was thinkin' we were on our honeymoon.” Mike laughed. "Hey man, after her second orgasm, I think she kinda got the idea." As daybreak came that next morning, Karen had given Mike her cell phone number, and they had worked out a plan to repeat her "abduction" another night! My wife was well on her way to being Mike's full time lover. Man, it drives me crazy just to think about how he did it...
Mike took my wife away from me, and it's just as unbearable now as it was the first time Karen told me about their passion-filled affair. Now, at least four or five times a week, it's easy to hear the unmistakable sounds of Mike having yet another orgasm inside my pretty wife behind our bedroom door, then Karen’s breathless reaction as he consummates their steamy relationship yet again. It’s so damn unfair, but it's also not without amazing ironies.
Before Karen was kidnapped, she was always commenting about her fondness for sweets, and how, at least in her mind, her belly had swelled with too much food. Of course, she exaggerated the problem. My wife is without doubt the sexiest, most adorable 46-year old woman I can imagine, and believe me, I can imagine a lot! Anyway, before I'd found out about her and Mike, I had kidded Karen about starting a new “diet.” I liked to call it the “sex diet.” It would go something like this: For every dozen chocolate chip cookies (her favorite) Karen would have, my pretty wife would have to commit to making love with me for one hour. We'd start a little two-column chart, one side for Karen, the other for me. For every dozen cookies, my pretty wife would have to make a check mark under “Cookies.” On the other side, I'd make a check mark each time I was lucky enough to make love to her for a full hour. I could never really get her to take my diet idea seriously. Now that Mike has taken her away from me, he's accomplished what I never could. I know, partly because I hear him making love to her almost every night, and because, yes, Karen tells me things I probably would be better off not knowing. More on that later.
On the rare times when I'm lucky enough to catch a glimpse of her, Karen dresses so hot for bed that it makes me hard, even without my balls. With all the hard, physical sex she gets now, I never hear her talk about her belly any more. She's completely adorable! At 46, she's never been sexier... ever. But she does it only for Mike, and he gets to have her almost any way he wants. My agony is almost unbearable. I now listen, little more than a mute, impotent bystander as my wife and another man, a man we have to call "Uncle Mike" for the sake of lowering our older kids' suspicions, make passionate, consuming love behind our bedroom door! If I listen, it's easy to hear Mike soul kissing her, and my precious Karen as she pouts, “Ohhh… Mike... Mike, I love you,” between his kisses. This to the same man who met her at work, flirted with her for months, then “kidnapped” her... ravished her, and, by dawn the next day, turned her into his passionate, loving, and yes, devoted plaything!
When one of our kids visits us and asks why Mom likes "Uncle Mike" so much, all I can tell them is that they’re best friends, and they work together. Then I awkwardly attempt to explain how best friends like to have sleepovers, and Mike stays at our place often. "He needed a place to live for a while," I lie, "so we just let him stay with us." What I avoid mentioning is how "Uncle Mike," well, he likes to have sleepovers with their Mom in bed with him… all the time! At first they were a little perplexed, but now they seem to think it's OK. But who knows? I suppose Karen being 46 has its advantages. If she were much younger, I have no doubt "Uncle Mike" would have made her pregnant by now. But having a fresh load of Mike's younger semen in her, almost every damn night, has made me wonder. Just in case, I have tried to emotionally prepare myself for having to endure the heartbreaking sight of my pretty wife, made pregnant by her "sleep overs" with "Uncle Mike"! It would be agony to see the knowing looks of my older son as my wife would carry “Uncle Mike's” growing baby inside her. Of course, if it ever happened, I'd have pretend the baby was mine. How could we ever explain that the guy who lives with us was really the father? As my mind dwells on the unthinkable, I finger my empty scrotum…and feel my cock as it still grows hard and stiff with anxious yearning for Karen. Instinctively, I just can't stop wanting what should be mine. If anything, I just wish I could have Karen more than ever. I'm just nuts about her. She's the only woman I want, but thanks to Mike, I can't have her, ever again. "Uncle Mike" is the man who gets to have her now... any night he wants, almost any way he wants. Then, if it's not one of their days off, they go to work together! Who knows what really happens in those long hours after they walk out the door? It's just so agonizingly unfair.
Chapter 2 : Taken
I'm sorry if it sounds repetitive, but maybe it's just driving me insane with frustration. I ache for my wife, Karen, with a yearning I can’t describe as another guy now sleeps with her behind our locked bedroom door. It's completely obvious that they make passionate love several times a week. All I do now is gaze at Karen's lovely body when she walks by me, and the way she looks at Mike. Then Mike takes my wife in his arms and they indulge in a passionate, physical soul kiss... right in front of me! The ache and unbearable pain at what I've lost is excruciating... My adorable wife belongs to another man, and I have to watch it all! But man, I love her so much, it's killing me. Karen is nothing short of incredible. Everything about her is just so... irresistible. I just wish I could show her how much I want her, but Mike owns her now... and I get nothing.
Then there are those agonizing times I just mentioned, where I may be lucky enough to catch a fast glimpse of Karen before Mike takes her to bed. Mike doesn’t let me see Karen dressed for bed very often, but from what little I’ve seen my wife looks more like a centerfold when she goes to bed with him. On nights when they've planned on being especially passionate, Karen dresses for him like she never did for me. He loves the same things about her that I do. Those sexy, shapely legs, that cute, rounded rear, and Karen's small, rounded breasts! Man. Mike likes her in nylons, with strap heels and some kind of sexy top, or with knee length dance-style socks and a loose t-shirt… that kind of stuff. Other times Karen wears knee-length socks, a simple T-shirt, and a loose sweatshirt, and looks so adorable and fuckable it hurts. It's diabolical. From what little I've been lucky enough to see, Mike likes to bed her in clothes that make all those wonderful things about Karen's body look their best. He likes her in all the kinds of clothes that I always wished I could get her to wear to bed. She rarely did it for me, and for Mike she does it all the time! The mere glimpse of her dressed like that gets me all excited for Karen... then Mike closes the bedroom door, and he gets to have her all to himself, all night!
It didn't take Mike long to hear about us calling him "Uncle Mike" for our kids' sake. He loved the idea... and soon used it for his own perverse purposes. Sometimes I now listen through the bedroom door in helpless anguish as Mike teases my wife like only lovers do. "So tonight 'Uncle Mike' gets to have a sleepover with his best buddy, Karen!" I hear my wife's little chuckle. Through the bedroom door I then hear the unmistakable sounds of deep, searching soul kisses as he begins to caress and make love to my wife... again. Between the sounds of their lips making love Karen breathes, "Oh, Uncle Mike...," and I'm crushed with jealousy and anguish. Their kissing becomes more passionate, and Karen offers no audible resistance to "Uncle Mike." Within minutes, the guy who has stolen my wife from me is ravishing her as usual, again and again into the night.
Mike regularly gets to have everything I just dream about… those legs, those eyes, Karen’s soft, warm lips…. and that adorable, furry snatch! I guess he even found the white lace-topped nylons I got for her, but never had the nerve to give her. Now they are one of his favorite things to have Karen wear when he makes love to her. That frilly white lace top completes one his favorite outfits to see my wife in. She must look incredible!
Then there's her hair. Karen has never looked better since she changed her hair style for Mike. And like I said before, the loose, shoulder-length style makes her look like a barely 30 cock tease! Man, she's my own wife, but all I can do is fantasize about having her, which I do all the time... Unfortunately, with Mike in my bed with Karen every damn night, she's no longer mine. Well, I did try to get her back, but that’s why my balls are now just a memory... More on that later.
Anyway, I keep drifting back to how all this happened. I can still remember the night it all started like it was last week. It was just a few months ago, right after she had turned 46. Karen was taking those long walks later and later into the evening. One Saturday night she decided to go out a little after 11:00 in those tights I love, a loose fitting T-shirt, and long, white athletic socks. Her long hair was tied up in the back, with long wisps coming out to the side. Frankly, she looked remarkably pretty. The simple T-shirt shows off her small rounded breasts enough to make my jeans feel tighter as my eyes, and my thoughts, dwell on them too long. I remember wishing, hoping we could make love when she returned. Man, what a joke. Little did I know. As I longingly gazed at her as she walked out the door, a total stranger would soon help himself to everything I so desperately yearned for. Man, she looked good!
Karen had been walking a lot, and it showed. My wife looked trim, pert and easily 15 years younger than her real years. She'd been looking prettier than I'd ever seen her in over 20 years of marriage! I don’t think it was my imagination that I started to notice guys in their late 20's and 30’s looking her over when we were out in stores. Karen also has kind of an attitude as she's gotten in better and better shape. If she were a man I guess you'd call it a "swagger," but on her it's an intoxicating aura of maturity, experience... and the special sex appeal of a more experienced woman, in an unusually attractive body and a pretty face that convinces other women she's barely over 30! That's exactly what Karen had become. There's no doubt this made her the kind of challenge many guys couldn't appreciate, but those who did would find incredibly attractive.
In spite of my concerns, I had learned long ago that Karen would go for her walks when she wanted, with little concern for safety. That Saturday night, Mike finally got in his car and headed to our small town. He had been unable to think about anything else since Thursday morning, when my wife had kidded with him about “kidnapping” her on one of her late night walks. He hadn't slept much either of the previous two nights. Mike had tried to talk himself out of it, knowing fully what a dangerous fantasy he was entertaining. Knowing what I know now, it's not hard to understand why.
For a long, long time, Mike had been trying all the usual ways of finding a woman. He had been getting more and more sick of the same old bar routine. To Mike, a 34-year old male in good shape with money, those 20-something bar flies had started to seem awfully shallow and, most of the time, spoiled. They were all looking more and more like little girls to Mike. What he really wanted was a real woman, one with some maturity. If he could just find one with a pretty face, a nice pair of legs and a tight butt, he'd find her awfully hard to resist. He had imagined such a woman more and more lately, but he had become depressingly convinced that women like that were awfully hard to find. That is, except for one woman that he worked with. You guessed it. That woman was my precious wife, Karen. To Mike, she fit the bill almost perfectly, except for one detail... me.
Mike had spent a good nine months cultivating a slow, deliberate work relationship with Karen that had begun with nothing but work related talk, and gradually became more and more suggestive. The more he knew about my wife, the more Mike was attracted to her. Besides being unusually pretty, and having a remarkably youthful body, Karen is a very attractive combination of disarming charm, an adorably naïve innocence mixed with notable intelligence, and a genuine compassion and commitment to her patients. Mix all that with the maturity and life experience of a 46-year old woman, and it's easy to see why she became increasingly attractive to Mike. The more he found out about my wife, the more he was drawn to thinking about her. He tried not to, but to any guy who gets close to my wife starts to find out what she's really like, she's almost irresistible. That's my humble opinion. Of course, I'm also madly in love with her, but for a single, quite virile 34-year old bachelor, Karen was a very potent combination in one very pretty woman. More and more, Mike found himself drawn again and again to what it would be like to make love to Karen. It was about then that my wife became his secret obsession. He was hooked, just like I was.
So, almost a year after he'd first met her, this was the conversation that found Mike driving to our country town at 10:00 PM on a chilly, starlit Saturday night. It was just another Thursday morning at work, and at 11:15 that morning, Mike found himself alone in the med room with my wife. “Maybe I just ought to kidnap you, and make you do it. Then your husband couldn't blame you... No guilt.” Mike has diabolically planned for months to get my wife to this stage of “harmless” flirtation, and she playfully teases him. Karen tells Mike how she goes out for long walks late at night, all alone. “If you're feeling lonely some night and cruise around the town where I live, maybe you'd find me out on one of my walks.” She feels flushed with her bold flirtation, and decides to go further. “If you can find me... maybe I couldn't get away from you. Where I walk is pretty isolated. You know,” she smiles, “not much help around...” They smile at each other as if it's just another flirtatious joke, but my wife's heart is beating faster. She wonders if she should say what's on her mind, then goes for it.
“I suppose if some guy were to drive up in the dark and, well, 'kidnap' me... maybe he could just force me into doing something I shouldn't. I could be in for a long, long night.” She laughs nervously. Karen hadn't intended to be quite that bold, but now the words were out. Mike can hardly believe what the object of his secret fantasies has just suggested. He's now fully erect, and can barely hide his excitement. “There you go again, sexy,” Mike replies, “making me all hot and bothered.” My wife looks down at the obvious bulge in Mike's slacks, and Mike pretends to be embarrassed. It's obvious that he is in the middle of a huge erection, thanks to my comely wife's unexpected ideas! Mike makes a bold suggestion. “You know, Karen, if you and I could just lock the door and turn down the lights, like right here and now, for about 10 minutes, you could help me get rid of this huge thing making my pants stick out. It's all because of you, ya' know.” My wife smiles nervously, then backs off. “No, I'm afraid not. That wouldn't be very professional.”
Mike knew when to change direction. He had spent way too much time and patience on waiting to get this far with my wife to make a dumb move now. “OK, now Karen, how would a guy like me ever know where you go walking at night?” My wife gave him her best “come and get me” look, then whispered, “Maybe the guy could ask a friend in HR where I live... that might give him a pretty good idea where to go looking.” She gave a second for her playful suggestion to sink in. “Now, let's get back to work.” Karen knew it was against policy for HR to give other employees the home addresses of other employees, but she also knew that a veteran employee like Mike probably had ways he could find out... that is if he really wanted to go to the effort. My wife decided he probably wouldn't risk it. After all, he'd be taking a chance that someone in management would find out and get a “disciplinary,” and a possibility of being fired. But, she pondered, it would be kind of flattering. If Mike wanted her bad enough to risk his job, now that would be something.
And what if he did find her, she asked herself? Karen was pretty sure that at the worst, Mike would chicken out at the last minute, and besides, she thought, they knew each other well. My wife was sure she could find ways to talk Mike out of doing something really dumb, like kidnapping and ravishing her...
Well, as I'm sure you figured out, Mike did have ways of finding out where Karen lives. In fact, he knew by that Friday morning. He wasted no time to get what he wanted. Mike spent all Friday night and most of the next day thinking about how he'd do it. Right after work on Friday, he went out to a military surplus store and bought the best handcuffs he could find. “You'll look good in these, Karen,” he said as he got in his truck and looked them over. But Mike hoped he wouldn't need them for long. If all went as he hoped, my pretty wife and he would be getting along just fine before the weekend was over. It was a big risk he was taking. By Monday, Mike knew he'd either be in big trouble with both the law and where he worked, or he'd get everything he'd thought about and craved... for a long, long time. The one thing he knew. It was too late to put it off any longer. He thought about her all the time. It was now, or never.
That next night, Saturday night, was when Mike drove by Karen in his aging pick-up truck. He immediately noticed that anyone who looked like that, out all alone close to midnight, walking the street, well, that just had to be Karen. Mike circled the block, anxious that he'd lose sight of her before he got back, but when he did there she was! His heartbeat immediately picked up as he passed Karen in the night. What he had just seen fascinated him... enormously! His mind raced back to their conversation two days ago, and his heart pounded. Did she dress like that for him? Did she know he was coming for her? Karen had dressed in a pair of snug black jeans, white leg warmers, and a sweatshirt that showed of those breasts he had admired since the first day he saw her. And her hair and face... Even in the darkness of night, Mike could tell she had put on just enough makeup, and had tied her hair up the way he liked! Mike was excited. He'd often thought about undoing her hair and making it fall... just before a long, passion filled kiss! Karen looked adorable, and Mike wouldn't have changed a thing. It was like she knew what he liked her in, and had gone out walking just for him. He felt flushed with excitement, the kind a man gets when something he's been consumed with is about to come true! He wondered if she had recognized his truck, but knew she couldn't. He hardly ever drove it to work.
Mike pulled just far enough ahead of my wife that she wouldn’t see him pull over and turn out his lights. He forced his body down far enough in the seat that he could still see behind him in his rear view mirror, but he'd hardly be visible. Then he anxiously studied his rear view mirror, hoping. He intently waited for the feminine form he had just passed to appear in the dark.
Karen strode up the hill and around the bend, and never suspected a thing. He couldn’t see much of my wife in the dark mirror, but he saw enough to make him want to take a wild chance. There was still time to change his mind. He could let Karen walk by his truck in the dark night, and she'd probably never see him. But no, he couldn't stop now. Everything in him, all the dark feelings that come at a time like this, said this was the time to act. Mike made up his mind then and there. He wasn’t going to bed alone that night, and for Karen he’d risk a kidnapping charge. To Mike, Karen was worth the risk.
What he couldn't know then was that before the night was over, victim and captor, his lovely co-worker and himself, would become passionate lovers. First he kidnapped her, and, as Karen later admitted, she may not have fought him as hard as she could have. Later, handcuffed in his truck as he sped home, Karen tried to talk him out of it, but he told my wife she would have to give in to him. My wife agreed to become his partly willing victim. “OK, Mike,” she had agreed, “I guess you're going to do what you want to me, and maybe I'll let you... but we still have to go to work on Monday. Remember that.” All Mike remembered was my wife, handcuffed and looking quite fetching, saying, “... Maybe I'll let you.” Mike's heart raced with excitement!
So, my wife would reluctantly surrender to him, at first. Then, as the night wore on, Mike made increasingly passionate love to my pretty wife. By 3:00 in the morning, Karen had given Mike her cell phone number... and they both made passionate love in his bed! By 4:00, they agreed he would "kidnap" her “just one more time, just to get you out of my system,” Mike had explained. They both knew better. There would be more, lots more. It was the start of a long, steamy affair that would lead to him taking my wife, the woman I'm still madly in love with, away from me. Later would come my total emasculation, in ways I never could have imagined. But right now, on this chilly, star filled Saturday night, Mike didn't know all that.
The moment she passed his truck, he slipped out and grabbed Karen with one muscular arm while the other hand went over her mouth. “It's Mike, Karen. Don't fight me, and this will be very nice for both of us.” Mike felt his cock against the fabric covering her tight rear and got an instant sexual rush. Her body, firm and feminine to his touch, turned Mike on instantly. Karen didn’t stand a chance, and in a moment she was dragged struggling into the truck and ball-gagged, then handcuffed to the grab bar above the passenger seat. Mike quickly closed the passenger door behind her, but what he saw of my struggling wife convinced him this was worth it. “Wow,” Mike thought to himself, “long, firm legs, great ass, nice little breasts, and pretty too… not bad at all!” His co-worker looked real cute in her snug jeans and leg warmers, even better than at work. Mike could easily picture Karen in his bed, even if he had to tie her there. In fact, he kind of liked the idea.
My wife's kidnapper wasted no time starting the truck’s engine and slipping away, but as he did he wanted to see if he could make my wife see things differently. Right now, he just knew that he wanted what he saw, and whether she liked it or not, Mike intended to spend the night making love to my wife. He knew that it would start out as a potential felony charge, but hoped for much more by the time the night was over.
What Mike really wanted was to remind Karen that she was safe with him, then gradually change the picture from one of security… to a passionate affair. Mike thought that maybe, just maybe, if he played his cards right she might climb into his truck willingly next time. And he imagined them driving to work together, planning a “lunch” where they'd meet in an unused examination room, and how he'd “examine” my wife between deep soul kisses. Mike had an immediate erection with just a split second image in his mind. He imagined making it with my wife any time he wanted her, and he wanted her a lot. Even Mike couldn’t imagine how successful he would be at stealing my precious Karen away from me.
As his truck left the development and drove into the night, things became increasingly hopeless. Karen began to resist him less, and now realized her fate was in Mike's hands. Her co-worker studied his captive more intently. “Really nice legs, and so pretty,” he thought to himself, “It sure shows that Karen likes those long walks.” Having my wife in his truck for all the wrong reasons was finally a reality. Those younger barflies he had been looking at were nowhere in his thoughts now. There was no doubt in Mike's mind that he and my wife would make love before long, whether she decided to go along with him, or not. But he had more in mind than kidnapping Karen, and then just forcing her to have sex with him... much, much more! Mike began trying to show his captive this might not be such a bad thing after all.
“Karen,” he started, “I’m sorry I had to do that, but I didn’t see you just jumping in my truck if I told you what I was thinking. Did I hurt you?” Karen shook her head slightly to indicate he didn’t. “The more I've gotten to know you, you've become unforgettable, and you're so pretty. The way we flirt at work, well, those legs of yours, that nice rear, and those pretty green eyes, man, I just can’t help myself. And when we kidded about me kidnapping you, and you sort of said maybe I could. I apologize for taking you like that, but Karen… I'm so into you that I kind of lost it. I don’t drive around looking for women to kidnap. I’ve never done this before, but you… you’re so different!”
Mike continued as Karen listened. “Honey, I don’t have any intention of hurting you, but I just have to make love to you before tonight is over. I just have to have you... all of you... tonight. Do you understand?” Karen helplessly nodded and hung her head. My wife realized now that she was probably asking for this. Months of flirting with Mike at work had finally led to this.
She began to think of ways she might get away from him, and at the same time realized the guy next to her would probably get everything she had to offer before morning. My wife felt both scared and oddly, increasingly excited, by her captor’s open, almost sensitive concern for her. His admission that he found her completely irresistible appealed to Karen more than she wanted to admit. “Wow,” she thought, “this guy actually wanted me enough to risk getting fired, and a kidnapping charge!” She didn't want to admit it, but Karen found herself grudgingly liking the thought of being so dangerously irresistible to a guy like Mike, especially such a virile looking, younger male. She knew him well enough to know he wasn't insane, and she knew he was very capable at work. In fact, she had thought he had better judgment than most of the people who worked there. Still, she realized there was a big part of the man who was now taking her off into the night that she knew nothing about, and her instincts still said this was a very bad thing.
Karen was hopelessly trapped by her abductor, with no way out. He was in control of her now, and this ordeal wouldn't end until Mike said it would. My wife could beg and plead and negotiate with Mike all she wanted, but knew she’d almost certainly be ravished by him, so she began to adjust to making the best of her likely fate.
My pretty wife resorted to what she did in less threatening circumstances, and decided to see what else he would say as they drove through the night. Karen assumed they were headed for Mike's house, but had could never recall him saying where he lived. The more they drove on into the night, the more it appeared Mike was taking his captive to a very secluded setting where she and her admirer would be all alone, miles from any help. “Mike, where are you taking me?” He glanced over at my wife. “Don't worry, Karen, I live out in the boonies. It's just a modest place out in the woods, but I think you'll like it.” Karen sighed, and glanced over at him, knowing that before daylight the guy she had worked with, and flirted with, for over a year would get to have her body in ways that would join them together... physically and emotionally... forever.
Now she looked at Mike differently. Her eyes shifted left, and she evaluated Mike from a different perspective as he stared at the road ahead. He's at least twenty years younger than Karen, and she had to admit, he would be the kind of guy a lot of women would love to have the affections of. He's good looking, keeps himself in great shape, has a pretty decent job, and has no obvious hang ups, except, Karen noted, for liking to kidnap and ravish her! For the first time, my wife realized... she was getting very warm, and kinda' damp! She tried to ignore her body's strange response to her predicament...
Mike spoke again. “Now look honey, I’m just a lonely guy who needs a real good woman, and I know by now... you're one really, really good woman. And your husband is one lucky bastard. Give me a chance once we get to my place, and I think you could really like what I'm going to do to you. Of course you don’t really have any choice, but trust me a little, and you might find yourself liking this. I don’t know how long it's been since your husband made love to you, but I intend to make you forget about making love with anybody but me. Just give me a chance." Karen stared out into the dark night as he spoke, pretending not to pay attention, but soaking in every word he spoke. "Look,” he tried to rationalize, “if nothing else I’ll give you quite a workout. Then you can have me arrested and I’ll go quietly, to prison for a few years if I have to… you'll be worth it. I just have to make it with you, Karen, even if it's only once. I can't stop thinking about you and I, all the time.”