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After the episode in the restaurant and the sex we had enjoyed
that night things returned to normal for a couple of weeks. We
had sex a few times, but it was in the old, restrained manner,
not the wild fucking of the restaurant night. My fantasy about
Debbie having sex with another man continued to operate at a peak
of obsession.

Then one night after a nice, tender lovemaking session she 
cuddled into me. "Dave?" she asked, gently stroking my chest.

"Mmm," I murmured sleepily.

"Are you still having your fantasy? You know about me and another
man?"

I knew better than to lie so simply admitted it.

"How often?" she asked, resting her head on her hand and fixing
her gaze on me. I knew there would be no sleep for a while now.

"Quite often," I confessed.

"So when was the last time you had it?" I thought how beautiful
and sexy she looked, lying naked on her side. Her small breasts
sat firmly on her slim chest, the nipples a neat circle of maroon
on her olive skin. She had a smooth, but not taught stomach.
There was then a gentle curve over her bum and then her long,
well-defined legs, which were probably her best feature. She was
looking intently at me, with her unnerving focus. Although I had
not long ejaculated I felt a stirring in my groin.

Shaking myself from this reverie I said, "it depends on what you
mean by had it? There are different levels. I might have a full
blown fantasy like the one I told you the other night, or I can
have just a passing thought or image when I'm out."

"Oh. So do you masturbate when you have the full fantasy?" This
was the first time she had ever asked me whether I masturbated.

"Yes," I said, determined to just give her direct answers this
time and so hopefully avoid the argument we had when it first
arose.

She blushed slightly. "It's really strange to think of you
sitting on the toilet or something, masturbating about me, when
I'm your wife and you get to have sex with me anyway."

"Yes, but flattering too. There are plenty of men who don't find
their wives sexy at all. After eight years you should be pleased
that I probably find you sexier now than I ever did. To be honest
I haven't masturbated this often since I was a teenager."

She snorted, "really? I thought it was just an occasional thing.
Just how often are you doing it?"

Continuing my policy of openness I told her, "probably once a
day." "Every day!"she sat up. "Really? Jesus how do you manage
it? I mean you're not on your own that often."

"I sneak to the loo in work," I told her flatly.

"You're sitting on the toilet at work, wanking about me having
sex with another man?"

"Or men"

"Oh. Sometimes I have sex with more than one do I?"

"Yes, sometimes you need two or three."

"I'm quite a slut in your fantasy aren't I?" she said with
disapproval.

"That's the point exactly. In fantasy land you call yourself a
slut sometimes. You wake up some mornings and tell me 'I feel
slutty today', and then we go and have an adventure."

"I'm a bit uncomfortable with that," she said.

"Look," I explained. "I could be having fantasies about other
women but I'm not. It's about you. Just think of it as an
alternative universe. In that one there is another Debbie, just
like you who happens to be a bit slutty at times."

"A slut-Debbie."

"Exactly."

"So, do you prefer this slut-Debbie or me?"

"It's not like that. I love you, I just like looking in at
slut-Debbie sometimes."

"But if you could choose between us," she continued, "who would
you choose?"

"You darling," I said soothingly. And then in a teasing voice,
"mind you a day with slut-Debbie would be fun..."

She pinched me playfully. "Okay, so you are wanking once a day
about me. And that is the full-blown fantasy. You said there were
other times when it just occurred to you fleetingly. Such as?"

I shrugged, "well, we might be out in a shop and I'll have a
sudden though about you and the bloke serving us, or in a
restaurant the waiter might be a possibility. Usually it's when
you're with me. Like the other day we were walking down the high
street and I noticed a bloke looking at your bum, so that
triggered it off."

"God, you think about it pretty much all the time don't you? I
might be talking to you about what we're going to have for dinner
and you're thinking about some bloke fucking me." She was getting
angry again.

I was unfazed though and told her, "I have to admit, since we
started talking about it, I have been thinking about it an awful
lot. I can't help it. I walk around with a boner most of the day
now."

"I can understand the fantasy part, but the everyday stuff sounds
to me like you want me to become slut-Debbie. You can't separate
fantasy from reality anymore."

There was some truth in this, as the fantasy had become so
dominant I wasn't sure I had control over it anymore. This was
the time I felt I had to lie though. "I think it's more a case of
slut-Debbie is trying to come into our world. Hopefully she will
go away again."

"Hmmm. I think you need to get it under control to be honest.
Perhaps if you tell me the next time we're out and one of these
images comes to you"

"Okay, will do," I said and with that she turned over and went to
sleep.

*****

A few days later we were in our local pub, having a few drinks
and a meal. The landlord, a middle-aged bloke with a growing beer
belly brought our food over. As he walked away Debbie said
something to me and I had to ask her to repeat it. Then a look of
comprehension came over her face.

"Him?" she said, disgusted. ";You're thinking about me and him?"

I blushed, it was true. "Sorry," I said meakly. "It just came to
me."

She laughed derisively. "Look if you're going to put me into your
sordid little fantasies, at least give me someone decent."

"Oh yes? Like who?" I challenged her.

She looked around the pub and then indicated a young man sitting
with his girlfriend. He had dark good looks and was dressed
trendily. "What about him?" she said.

"Oh, so you fancy him do you?" I teased.

"No, I'm not the one with the fantasy about having sex with
someone else. But at least give me some taste in your alternative
universe."

"That's not the point. It's more exciting if the bloke isn't a
looker. It isn't about you having an affair, it's more about you
having sex when you want it. Anyway, I'm not the one who went
back to the park to see if some dirty old man was still there."

"Hey! That's not fair. I told you about that, you can't use it
against me. It was different"

"Okay, okay. Anyway, it's my fantasy I'll put you in it with who
I like."

"You and slut-Debbie ganging up on me, eh? So tell me, what
happens with me and my lovely beau?"

I hadn't actually developed a fantasy, I'd just had an image of
him sliding his big hands down Debbie's blouse. I adapted an old
one for the occasion though. "Well, it's a bit different. You are
wearing a short skirt with no knickers."

"Don't tell me," she mocked, "I've woken up in a slutty mood."

"Exactly. Anyway we're here and you lean across to me and tell me
you're not wearing knickers. I raise an eyebrow and you sit back
and open your legs a little. I peep over the table and I can see
the edge of your bush. You wink at me. I take my foot out of shoe
and stroke your leg, making my way up your thigh. Your eyes widen
as I rub my toe along your pussy. You look around quickly, but we
are hidden from view. I continue stroking your pussy and then I
push my big toe in. You look a little shocked but you push your
lap forward, burying my toe into you. A little moan escapes you
and you start to rock back and forwards, fucking my foot. At this
point the landlord comes with our food. We have been too
preoccupied and have failed to notice him until he is standing
over us. I quickly pull my foot away, and the toe comes out with
a plopping sound.

"He is staring down at your pussy, as your skirt is still pushed
up. Flustered you pull it down. 'Sorry,' you say. 'I err..'

"He puts the plates down. 'That's okay love. It's not everyday I
get to see a nice pussy like that.'

"You grin mischeviously. 'So you liked it then?' you say
coquettishly.

" 'Oh yes, looked lovely to me.' He has a bulge in his trousers
now which is at eye height to us, so I know you have noticed it.

" 'Do you want to see it again?' you tease him, holding the edge
of your skirt between your fingers.

" 'Yes,' he says dryly.

"You peel back the skirt revealing your pussy again. 'Do you
still like it?'

"He is practically drooling looking at it. 'Oh yes,' he says.

"You open your legs some more. 'Do you think I should touch it?'
you ask him.

"He nods and you lightly stroke your pussy lips with your index
finger. You close your eyes and push one finger in. The landlord
can't believe what he is seeing. The bulge in his trousers is now
prominent. He gulps as he watches you take your finger out and
slowly rub your clitoris.

"You open your eyes and stare straight at him, smiling. 'That
feels nice,' you say. 'Do you want a go?' you ask him.

"He looks around the pub nervously. It is quite empty and no-one
has noticed. 'What, here?' he croaks.

" 'Mmhmm,' you say, still circling around your clit with your
finger.

"He looks at me and I shrug. He leans over and slides one of his
thick fingers into your pussy. He doesn't show much finesse,
simply working it in and out. I can hear it slurping as he does
so. You push your groin up at him. 'How does that feel?' you ask
him.

" 'Lovely. Nice and tight,' he observes. 'And wet,' he adds.

" 'Yes,' you say. 'I'm really wet because I'm so horny.' You
reach up and rub his erection through his trousers. 'How do you
think your cock would feel in there?'

" 'God,' he moans. 'Really?'

" 'Yes, when I get like this only a good hard cock will do. And
yours feels up to the job.' You look at me and ask, 'you don't
mind if he fucks me do you darling?'

"I shake my head, smiling. 'Come on then,' he says, 'let's go out
the back.'

"He walks away quickly, slightly stooped. You give me a quick
kiss and follow after him. I wait a few minutes then go after
you.

"In the car park I can hear some noise. Around by the crates and
the bins at the back of the pub I find you both. You are topless,
your blouse and bra on the floor. You are kneeling on the hard
surface in front of him. His trousers are open and you are
stroking his cock. Then you take it in your mouth and move your
head back and forwards as you suck it. He groans loudly. Afraid
he will come too soon you break off and stand up. 'It's a fuck I
need' you instruct him. You lift up your skirt and bend over some
crates, offering your arse up to him.

"He steps forward and you part your legs. He guides himself into
your pussy and with a thrust he is in. You gasp. 'That's it,' you
say. 'Now fuck me.' He pistons in and out of you, his big belly
wobbling on top of your firm little arse. He reaches around and
squeezes your hard nipples. Your eyes are closed and I can tell
you are really enjoying yourself. 'Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,'
you repeat.

" 'God you really are a horny little slut,' he growls.

" 'Yes, I am,' you moan. 'A horny slut who loves to be fucked.
Now fuck me like the slut I am.'

"This dirty talk is obviously too much for him. He pushes harder
and harder into you, 'Oh God, I'm going to come,' he yells.

" 'Not yet, not yet,' you plead. And then you start to come,
'that's it, that's it. God, fuck, I'm coming!'

"He lets out a long animal growl and grips your hips and pulls
you onto him as he shoots his load inside you. He seems to be
going on for ages, I guess he must be emptying a lot into you.
Your arse is wriggling against him as you finish your orgasm.
Eventually he releases you and steps back, his limp cock sliding
out of your pussy. You sag onto the crates. 'Jesus, that's
better,' you say.

"He does up his fly. 'Cheers love, it's been ages since I've had
a fuck.'

"You wave him away, still recovering. As he walks past me he
says, 'that's some wife you've got there. The dinner is on the
house by the way.'

"I go over to you and pick up your blouse and bra. Your hair is
dishevelled, hanging across your face. 'You look beautiful,' I
say.

"You pull yourself off the crates, looking exhausted. 'God, I
needed that.' I help you on with your clothes and you smooth down
your skirt. 'God, it feels like I've got gallons of come inside
me,' you say, taking my arm.

" 'I think you had several months backlog there.'

" 'Mmmm. Do I look a mess?' you ask as we reach the pub door.
Your clothes are crumpled, you are sweaty and your hair still
hangs in strands across your face.

" 'You look as though you've just been fucked,' I tell you.

"You giggle. 'Good,' you say, taking my hand and pulling me into
the pub." I sat back at this point, satisfied. I hadn't really
been looking at Debbie as I told it, as I needed to concentrate.
Now I focused on her I was pleasantly surprised by her
appearance. She was leaning forward, her eyes glazed as she
seemed to be looking beyond me. Her usually smooth olive
complexion was flushed brightly, causing small raised blemishes
on her cheeks.

She shook her head, flustered. "Ahem. Oh. I er.." She was
interrupted by a figure standing at our side. We both looked up
to see a middle-aged woman standing next to us. She was very
middle-class, wearing a matching two piece suit and with dyed,
set hair. She was shaking.

"You are disgusting," she hissed. "We've had to sit there," she
indicated the table behind us, which was hidden from our view,
and hence we had been unaware of their presence. "Listening to
your filth. I'm leaving, you ought to be ashamed of yourselves."

I started to make an apology, but Debbie cut across me, "I notice
you stayed to the end though. What's the matter love - jealous it
wasn't you in the story?"

Then she looked at me and laughed. I joined in and the woman
stood there for a few moments shaking with rage, before stamping
off.

"I think you'd better get me home you naughty pervert," Debbie
winked.

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