Fantasy sex - with Mary's friend Margaret 7

[CougarGirl]

It had been a couple of months since Mary and I had fantasy sex with my sister-in-law. That had been completely different from any of our previous sessions and had left me totally confused by what was going on and whether Mary was trying to tell me something or just making it all up. It was her turn again and I was dreading what she might suggest.



'I am going to play Margaret,' she announced.



'Margaret? Who's she?'



'A friend.'



'Have I met Margaret?'



'No.'



'Does she exist?'



Mary smiled.



'So how come I am meeting her?'



'She's come round to check out how you are.'



'Why would she need to do that?'



'She's heard that I've been having an affair and she's checking out how you are coping.'



'Right. That was thoughtful of her.'



'Yes, wasn't it just. So thoughtful.'



What was I suppose to make of this? Had Mary really had an affair? Was she letting me know or just checking out how I might react if she did or just playing mind games with me like she had before?'



'Any idea when she might turn up?'



'Any time soon. She'll ring the bell, so you'll know.'

 

[CougarGirl]

I hadn't noticed that Mary had slipped away. Then the doorbell rang. I went to open the door.



'Hi, I'm Margaret. I just popped round to check if you were OK.'



'Margaret?'



'Yeah, one of Mary's friends. Sorry, I guess I should have said. I thought you'd know.'



'Sorry, no, she's never mentioned you. Please, come in.'



She stepped inside and headed for the sitting room. Like she had been there before. Was I supposed to pick up on that, or was that just Mary acting out of character? I decided to ignore it. Mary could pick up on it later if it mattered.



'Can I offer you a drink, Margaret?'



'That would be good. Some white wine, chilled if you have any. And its Mags by the way. My friends call me Mags.'



'Are we friends already?' It seemed an obvious question. She just gave me a knowing smile. 'Mags it is then,' I passed her the glass and she sat down on the sofa.



I waited, but she said nothing. Looks like it was down to me.



'So you know then,' I waited for her to follow up on my opening.



'Pretty much everyone does.'



'How did you find out?'



'She told Dianne and after that it spread like wildfire.'



I nodded. Yes, that was the quickest way to get the message. 'Dianne can't keep a secret,' I commented.



'No, but this wasn't meant to be a secret. Mary wanted us to know, and fast. She was proud.'



'Proud?'



'Yeah, sure, It's an affair. You want to keep a one night stand secret, but not an affair.'



'Right,' I sounded hesitant because I wasn't sure why it made a difference.



'I hope you don't mind me asking, John, but how did you find out? I mean even Dianne wouldn't have come and told you.'



I managed to smile. No, even Dianne had more discretion than that.



'Actually, she told me. Just came right out with it. Said she had something to say and said it.'



'And what did you say?'



'Nothing. I didn't know what to say. I mean, there is no etiquette for that sort of situation is there. Anyway, she just carried on making the supper.'



'So what she say, tell me exactly.'



My mind worked hard. How would Mary announce this as she was cooking.



'She just said "John, I have something to tell you." I forget that I said. Then she said "I'm having an affair. It's been going on for a couple of months now. I thought it might just fizzle out, but it hasn't, so I thought you should know." And that was that.'



'Had you noticed anything different about her? When you were together?'



'No, nothing.'



'She's didn't lose interest, or call you by another name, or start doing different things or anything different from normal?'



'No, nothing, it was all just as normal.'



'And how did you feel when she told you, when it had sunk in?'



This was one of those slow sessions where I had to think about answers that were plausible but would take the story forward, not just one of those let's-try-something-different-for-a-change sessions.



'Disappointed,' I said after a pause. 'Disappointed, I never thought she would do anything like that, ever.'



'You weren't angry, you didn't want to hit her?'



'No, I would never do that.'



'Some guys do. Sharon's husband did, mind you he had just caught her in bed with his best mate.'



Really? Was she making this up? Sharon, the one we knew? Mrs Perfect Housewife and Mother?



'Not me,' I insisted. Although now she had me wondering how I would react?



She had moved along the sofa now. We were getting to whatever point Mary was heading for.



'And what about now? How has it been since?'



She was almost touching me now she was so close.



'What do you mean?' I was probing for some clue about where she wanted this to go with her Mags persona.



'Well, some guys like it. Karen says it rejuvenated her marriage. She and Paul fuck all the time now. She tells him what she did with Pete and that get them both off.'



'I really don't know how a guy could do that. I mean, the fact that Mary needs to go with another man tells me that I am not good enough for her. She is saying I am inadequate. The truth, Mags, is that I can't any more. We've tried, but I just can't. I'm impotent, Mags, that what I am. I never had any problems before, not ever. But that's what she's done to me. And she is still having her affair despite knowing that. It has to be deliberate.'



Right, over to you Mary.



And, by the way, if you were testing me out to see how I might react if you had an affair, that should give you something to think about.

 

[CougarGirl]

Mags' thigh was touching mine.



'Is this just a problem you have with Mary?'



'To be honest, Mags, Mary is the only woman I am interested in.'



I hope Mary had got that message.



Mags hand was on my thigh now.



'Surely you want to know. For your pride. For your self-esteem. As a man.'



Her hand was moving, slowly towards my crotch.



I could see where this was headed, but I was determined to resist her. To make it more difficult, Mary and I hadn't had sex for almost a fortnight, for one reason or another, so I was carrying a full load.



Which made me wonder, briefly, was Mary really having an affair and avoiding sex with me. It made me think. And if she had had this scenario is mind as well, that would have added some spice to her planning.



'It's something I have to live with. The fact that Mary has behaved like a slut doesn't mean I have to copy her.'



Mags said nothing, just snuggled close, nuzzling my neck, as her hand gently massaged my cock. To my surprise, I kept control, showed no sign of reacting.



'I don't mean to disparage you in any way, Mags. No offence. You're an attractive woman. This isn't about that. It's about me.'



Mags shifted her position to kneel beside me and began unbuttoning my shirt.



'I know all the little tricks that she uses.' I looked at her. 'Yes, that's right, John, she tells us all about them and how they turn you on.'



My shirt was off now, pushed aside as Mags worked on my belt.



'You can imagine that I'm Mary if that helps. It won't be like you're cheating then, will it?'



I was still holding out, though, however enticing Mags made it sound, what the look in her eyes.

 

[CougarGirl]

'We're all jealous of Mary.' Mags was pulling my jeans now, off my waist and over my hips. She paused and rested her warm hand on my chest.



'We all image our white flesh on your black skin.' She gave my jeans a sharp tug to free them. 'She tells us how it feels to hold a thick, hard cock.' Her hand was on mine but it was not hard, barely showing any reaction. I was proud of holding out,



'She describes how your thick balls feel in her mouth.' Mags licked my scrotum and came up with a broad grin on her face. 'Tasty. Are they heavy, John. They must be after having been celibate for so long.'



'Celibate isn't the word for what she's done to me, Mags.' I looked down at my cock, still flaccid.



'She tells us everything, John, and I mean everything. It's like being there with you as you fuck. She even tells us about her little tricks she uses if you're feeling – well, let's say, when your tired.'



Her hands were roaming over my buttocks now, her fingers gently moving into my ass crack.



Yes, Mary had told her everything. i tried every trick to take my mind off what was happening, but with a third finger inside me, working hard, I had to admit defeat and let nature take its course.



I felt my balls pulse and begin to drain. Cum flowed out, in a stream, two weeks' worth. But there was no orgasm, no pleasure, just release and relief. I opened my eyes and looked down at Mags as she lapped it up.



When I was empty, she raised her arms and pulled my head down towards her for a long kiss on her mouth still filled with my cum.

 

[CougarGirl]

"Now it's your turn. Come on, John, help me strip and eat me out."



Mags unzipped her dress and let it fall off her shoulders. I reached out and pulled her pants down to her ankles as she shed her bra.



She pushed me to my knees and pushed her crotch into my face.



"Go on, tuck in. Who knows what you'll be lapping up? My lover? Who knows whose you were tasting the last time you went down on Mary?"



That didn't worry me. This was just a game that for reasons of her own Mary wanted to play with me.



It was only when I found myself staring at Mags wet crotch that this was Mary and that sperm was not mine, it couldn't be, how could it?



"Come on," Mags chided, "get on with it," and pulled my head closer.



Was this some kind of trick? Had she managed somehow to wipe my sperm off her hand onto her pussy? I hadn't seen her do it.



"You'll have to get used to eating other guy's sperm if you want to stay with Mary and can't get hard."



Reluctantly, I began to lick her dry. Was that my spunk? I had tasted it often enough. But, no, I couldn't be sure.



At last, I sat back on my heels.



"Who's was it?" I asked.



Mags grinned. "My lover of course. Who else."



"Tell me who he is, please."



She laughed this time. "You really want to know, don't you? Maybe you should come along and watch us next time he visits."



I sank back onto the sofa, totally confused.



Then she sprang her next surprise. "Mary wants you to watch her fuck her lover. I expect she'll suggest it soon. The idea has really turned her on."

 

[CougarGirl]

What was I supposed to say to that?



I let my brain work it out on its own.



"Tell her that should watch me fuck Mary. He might pick up a few tips."



Shot back her reply in an instant.



"I doubt he has anything to learn, from what I hear. And she says you're tired and stale, no longer the man you used to be."



There was only one response to that. I move forward and took hold of Mags, pushing her back onto the sofa.



"Let me show you how tired and stale I am."



Her knee in my belly put an end to my plan.



"Back off, John. I came over to see how you were, not to fuck you."



"So far," I snapped back, "you've drained my balls and then made clean up your pussy. Is that your idea of checking how I getting on?"



I pushed her knee aside and inserted myself between her legs.



"Hear me, John, because I don't think you're listening. No means no. OK? If you go any further, you are in rape territory and that is serious shit. Do you understand me?"



I could not believe this.



"What's this shit about? You're my wife for fuck's sake. Husband's can't rape wives."



"Yes they can, John, in this State they definitely can. Now I want to leave."



I eased myself away from her and watched as she dressed and walked out of the door.



Damn. What game is she playing this time?



I heard the door open and Mary's voice calling.



"Hi, John, sorry I'm late. Was that Mags I saw leaving just now?"

 

[CougarGirl]

What was she up to now?



Should I deny that she had been there, make something up, or just tell her what she already knew?



I decided to take it one step at a time and pick up whatever clues she threw at me.



'Yes,' I said, short, simple and true.



'What did she want?'



I had anticipated that one. Stick to the truth.



'She just popped in to see if I was OK?'



'Really?' Mary was very good at sounding puzzled. 'Why would she think you might not be OK?'



Right, so it was down to me to decide where this fantasy, if is was one, was going.



'She thought I might have heard rumours about you having an affair.'



'Did she? And where might you have heard those rumours?'



'I don't know; I hadn't heard any.'



'But you were suspicious?'



Play her at her own game now.



'And why might I have been suspicious?'



'Maybe because you have been getting the usual full service recently?'



'I had noticed that. And I had wondered why.'



'And Mags confirmed your suspicions?'



So that was it. I saw where this was heading now.



'She seemed to have reliable information. She said you were bragging about it.'



'And how does that make you feel?'



Pause for thought. How would I feel about it, assuming it were true?



Mary wasn't going to stand around waiting for me to think.



'OK, so you're not sure about thinking. What would you do?'



'I don't know. I never dreamed you would have an affair.'



'That's sweet. And for the record, I am not having an affair at the moment. But it is a possibility.'



'How will you decide?'



'Well, affairs are about sex, not about putting out the trash and carrying the groceries in from the car. So, I will decide by which of you in better in bed.'



'Well, you have several years of knowing how I perform.'



'True, but not necessarily a point in your favour.'



Ah, I had not thought of that.



But I had thought of something else.



'You'll have to have sex with him if you want to compare.'



She grinned.



'Well spotted, John.'



Was she for real or just a game?



Best not to take any risks.



'So, tell me, what would give you most pleasure in bed tonight?'



'Now, that, you told me, is a good start. I'll tell you when we get there.'