Roleplaying with Hubby!

Check the completed story on g*******l, I told myself I could handle it. That what I felt for Asher was harmless. It was just fantasy, curiosity and fascination. Nothing more; not that I was going to lay down for him to f**k me as he has done to others. But, even as I repeated those lies in my head, my heart knew better. The following week at the office, I tried to keep things professional. I avoided long glances and ignored the spark that always came alive when he walked into the room. But Asher, god! He never made it easy. He had a way of watching me that made my whole body aware of his presence. When he spoke, it was never just words. It was this seductive deep tone that made my pants wet on a go, and let’s not mention that slight tilt of his head, as if he was waiting for me to confess something I hadn’t yet admitted… Not even to myself. “Poppy,” he said one afternoon, leaning against the door frame of the office. His voice was low, calm, but there was something underneath it… his unspoken words that made my pulse quicken. I looked up from my desk, pretending not to notice how my hands trembled slightly on the keyboard. “Yes?” He smiled faintly. “You’ve been quiet lately.” “I’ve been busy,” I replied, keeping my tone neutral. “Busy avoiding me?” he asked, stepping further into the room. I froze for a moment before forcing a small laugh. “You sound like you’re used to people not avoiding you.” He chucked lightly with a self-assured grin that always managed to disarm me. “Maybe I’m just not used to you pretending not to want me when you clearly want me. Poppy! You can’t hide your feelings for me.” I rolled my eyes and stood to sort the stack of folders beside me, anything to avoid looking directly at him. But even with my back turned, I could feel him. The air changed when Asher came closer to me, my whole body charged with a feeling I didn’t dare name. “Don’t do that,” he said softly. I paused. “Do what?” “Acting like this isn’t affecting you.” I turned and took a step back, holding a file to my chest to shield his prying eyes from my boobs. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He chuckled quietly, shaking his head. “You do. You know exactly what I’m talking about.” The way he looked at me with certain calmness without taking his eyes off me made my heart thud painfully against my ribs. “Asher, this has to stop,” I said finally. “We both know it’s…” “Wrong?” he interrupted with a calm and steady tone. “Maybe, but that doesn’t mean it isn’t real.” The words hit me harder than I wanted them to. I wanted to argue, to deny it, but all I could manage was silence. He took another step closer. “You think I don’t feel this too?” “Feel what?” I whispered. “This,” he said, gesturing faintly between us. “Whatever this is that makes you look at me like that.” I swallowed hard, trying to find my voice. “I don’t look at you any special way.” “Liar .” The word was soft and not cruel, like he was teasing me, but the way it rolled off his tongue made my whole body tense. I took a step back, hitting the edge of the desk. “You shouldn’t talk to me like that.” “And yet you’re still here,” he said quietly. For a moment, all I could hear was the ticking of the clock on the wall. My breath felt shallow and uneven. I wanted to move, speak or break the tension that wrapped around us, but I couldn’t. He moved closer… close enough that I could see the faint silver in his beard, the warmth in his eyes that made me forget every reason I had to walk away. “I don’t want to ruin anything,” I murmured. “You won’t,” he said, his tone softer now. “You’re not that kind of person.” “Then what kind am I?” His gaze dropped for a thoughtful moment. “The kind who thinks too much about doing the right thing… even when the wrong thing is what she really wants.” My breath caught. For a heartbeat, I forgot where I was; I forgot everything except the nearness of him. “Asher,” I said quietly, “this has gone far enough.” He nodded slowly. “Then say you don’t want me around. Tell me you don’t think about me.” I stared at him, my throat tightened. “That’s not fair.” “Neither is pretending fair,” he said with a slow but steady voice. “And you’re too honest for that, Poppy.” His words stayed with me long after he left the room. I sat there for what felt like hours, staring at the door, my pulse still racing. ******* Home! I made and set up a romantic dinner and sat waiting for my husband. It had been a hot day. Even now, in the evening, the temperature had dropped only a little. A slight breeze ruffled the curtains at the open window as I waited for my husband to come back. As I got out of the shower, I had the slightest hint of lightly perfumed soap on my fresh, smooth skin. I slipped on my tiny nightie over my shoulders, letting the delicate, pale pink, semi-see-through garment fall lightly over my body. I then made a bow of the ribbon tie at the front of the nightie. Next I pulled a pair of brief, matching pink panties up over my slender legs. David looked at me, the beautiful little nightie showing a good amount of my white breasts temptingly visible courtesy of the way that I had only loosely tied the front of the nightie together. His eyes roamed down to the tiny panties that I wore, then down to my so sexy legs. His c**k swelled and swung out before him. I walked sexily and seductively over to him, pushing him down gently on the sofa, and with the twinkle of an eye, I undid his button and unbuckled his belt. But he overpowered me and flipped me, causing me to sit on the sofa. He glanced at the window with the curtains still wide open. A notion came to his mind, and giving me a cuddle and a kiss, he suggested that we go outside for a while. He slipped on his shirt and pulled on his pants but when I looked to put something more modest on, he told me to go as I was. Opening the door, we stepped out of our apartment. Immediately in front of the apartment, we were in shadow. It would be unlikely that we could be seen if anyone was outside and looking around. Once away from that protective shadow though, we would be in the open with just a few bushes dotted about the small patch of lawn, and a nearby streetlamp throwing its light on the general area. David took my hand and went to lead me forward. I pulled back and giggled as I exclaimed that I couldn't go out dressed as I was, but my husband persisted in his attempt to lead me out into the open, telling me that I looked beautiful and sexy. "But what would anyone think if I should be seen," I exclaimed. "They'd think that you were a fabulous, sexy, sweet honey pot," my husband laughed. "Besides," he added, "no one is that close to our apartment. Let's fulfill one of our fantasies. We will roleplay, and you will play the role of a little f*****g harlot." I laughed happily, enjoying the thought that I was described as a fabulous sweet honey pot and I would be playing a slutty harlot role. David held and kissed me lovingly, letting his hands roam over my breasts and down into my wet cunt. His hand slipped down the front of my panties, over the closely cropped pubic hair. He found the wet slipperiness of my cunt, and, knowing that my cunt always became so wet and slippery whenever I was sexually excited, he knew that I was now ready to be led further into this sexy game. I nervously glanced around, ready to flee back indoors should anyone appear. My husband also glanced around and then tugged the ribbon tie of my sexy little garment so that it came undone and the front of the little nightie fell open, fully revealing my breasts. I gave a little squeal of surprise as I clutched at my nightie. David took my hands and moved them to the sides, letting the nightie fall open, showing my nakedness underneath. "What a dirty little harlot," my husband continued mockingly. "Perhaps she'll take her panties off next, and show her cunt to everyone." With this, David hooked his fingers in the waistband of my panties and made them slide them down over my hips. "Oh darling! I can't!" I exclaimed, giggling merrily and clutching at my panties. "Come on, you know you really want to be a dirty little w***e," my husband urged. I held onto my panties for just a moment, then, my body filled with surging lust at the thought of Asher, so I let my hands fall away, and my husband quickly slid my tiny, pink panties down over my legs. The very short hemline of the nightie, trimmed with delicate lace depicting little pink hearts in a white lace surround, came to just on a line with my hips. Now the lower half of my ass cheeks could be seen, while at the front I was totally naked from my feet to my exposed cunt, up over my firm belly, right up between the gaping front of my nightie to my exposed breasts. "What a filthy little slut you are," my husband said in such an admiring and appreciative tone. He slipped inside me and my walls tightened around his well-aroused c**k. He f****d me harder than he had ever f****d me. "Who's this dirty little w***e showing herself off in public," my husband teasingly laughed as he had his c**k in my wet cunt. I giggled and felt a trickle of juice run down the inside of my thigh while screaming his name with each thrust. ***** That night, I couldn’t sleep even after our romantic s****l wild night. David talked about his day, about plans for the weekend, and I nodded and smiled like everything was fine. But my mind kept drifting back to Asher… to the way my body reacted each time my husband thrust his c**k in me. The truth was, I didn’t know what I wanted anymore, but I will work hard to keep my marriage.