I know I shouldn’t fantasise about her, but I can’t help myself. Ever since I met Delilah, she has become my very own fairytale. A fairytale that has lasted over two decades. I know, I think I may hold a record for this. To top it off, she is my best friend’s wife and over the years Delilah has on more than one occasion, stiffened the cock of a very discouraged man.

I will put you in the picture. She has striking red hair that falls across her shoulders like a cape, framing her alabaster face which is only slightly coloured by a scattering of ochre-coloured freckles, sometimes with a pink blush if I flirt with her a little.

I don’t know if the blush is out of embarrassment or maybe, just maybe I have made Delilah feel all hot and bothered because she has felt a rush of lust. I like to think it is because of the latter but who knows.

In my fantasy I imagine her asking me round to help her out with some odd job when Chris is away on business. It has never happened though. However, this year it is Chris’s 50th and I know that Delilah is arranging a surprise party for him. Surely, she could ask me to help in some way. Oh no, life and fantasy cannot be made so easy. Instead, she has asked for the help of my non-descript wife Carol who can’t fuck for toffee and who has become even more of a bore since she acquired the title of grandmother and this means I am even further back on her list of priorities, if that could even be feasibly possible.

However, life throws you curve balls, so they say. Mine has tossed me a sack of stones that lie heavily inside my stomach. A big bag of disappointment was dumped inside me and hand-stitched in place by my wife.

In my fantasy, I imagine Delilah getting ready to seduce me. She dons a red peephole bra and matching crotchless knickers that tuck nicely around her shaved and perfectly formed tight cunt, before putting on a red suspender black with a pretty black bow on the front. To top it off she wears black stockings with a seam up the back that hugs her slender and perfectly curved legs.

Of course, all this get-up will be hidden beneath a tight, red satin number. After she has dressed ready for my arrival, she looks at herself in the mirror and moistens her finger before lifting her dress and giving her lips and clit a nice stroke as she imagines my cock entering her and filling her tight cunt to capacity.

She stops teasing herself and splashes on some perfume, something classy like Chanal Number Five, Delilah doesn’t wear cheap shit. Then she pulls out a vibrator from her bedside cabinet takes a wet wipe out of a packet and wipes it so it is all nice and freshened up for me to use on her as I see fit. She turns and then remembers she has missed a very special addition, a butt plug that is topped with a heart-shaped garnet affair and slips the cold steel of pleasure inside her.

Walking downstairs Delilah’s body trembles with excitement. She has wanted to fuck me for ages, and she has noticed that she has a nasty little habit of looking at my crotch whenever I am round and sometimes, she wonders if Carol has noticed or if I have. She hopes I have. Of course, I have and on many an occasion I have wanted to grab her hand so she can feel how excited she makes me.

Delilah looks at her watch and realises I am due to arrive in fifteen minutes. Going into the kitchen Delilah pours herself a glass of wine to steady her nerves and drinks it in one before popping a mint in her mouth to rid her breath of alcohol.  She thinks for a second and then decides to slip the roll of mints in her suspender belt because only a woman like Delilah would know that a mint in your mouth whilst sucking cock heightens the experience for any red-blooded male.

I don’t arrive on time. I want to make Delilah wait and when I feel enough time has passed, I walk up the driveway that I helped Chris to lay in summer and now I am on my way to lay his wife. It’s funny how things turn out and that is a curveball Chris would never expect, and it would take his smug head clean off his shoulders if he ever found out.

I press the doorbell, and their aggravating little dog starts yapping to herald my arrival minutes later Delilah opens the door, and her serpent-hungry tongue flashes across her lips.

‘You’re late,’ she murmurs as she steps aside, as I walk past her. As soon as she shuts the door, I slam her against the hallway wall and her breath momentarily leaves her body she is now like a punctured sexual balloon as my wolflike teeth and suck her neck causing her to moan and I silence it with a kiss and as our tongues entwine my cock pulsates at the thought of filling her mouth with my hot cum.

Delilah wastes no time. She is on her knees unzipping my jeans and pulling out my cock. She teases the tip and licks up my pre cum that has created a tear shape that drips from my japs eye before taking my whole length in her mouth while her hand massages my balls, and this is heaven. This is beyond any blow job I have ever had. Expertly delivered and I look at the top of her head and think about seriously throat fucking her.

However, as soon as that thought enters my mind, she stops her cock sucking shenanigans and stands up. She smiles at me, quite a sarcastic smile if I am being honest. A look that says, ‘I have got you now and to think you thought you were my predator.’ That kind of thing.

She leaves my cock standing upright out of my jeans and leads me upstairs. We reach the bedroom which is all pristine and creamy. The only colour in sight is a silver framed photograph at the side of the bed. My best friend and this red-haired sexual lunatic.

Delilah peels off her dress and tosses it to the other side of the bedroom and she stands there in all her splendour.

‘You have always wanted to fuck me, so let’s get on with it. I won’t tell if you don’t.’

She climbs on the bed, ass up, her cunt gleaming, her ass plug hits the sun that has drifted in through the bedroom window and creates a quite wonderous light show as I grip her hips and push my cock inside her. Oh, she is tight and as I fuck her slowly, I play with her heart-shaped butt plug and feel her juices start to drip on my cock, soaking my balls.

Do I take the butt plug out and just fuck that dirty hole or leave it in? I decided to leave it where it is. The fact it is heart-shaped, and she is betrothed to my friend, I think I should leave that be.

‘Fuck me faster,’ Delilah demands. ‘Chris is due home and if he catches us, we will be in trouble. Do it fast and hard like I have always imagined. I knew you would have a thick cock that would fill my cunt, so punish it because in my fantasy you are breaking me in like I am a virgin.’

What man could resist that kind of request? Plus, the reference to my thick cock excites me so I am determined to damage her tight cunt and fuck her until I hear deep, guttural howls from her perfect slender throat.

I dig my claws into her ass as I fuck her hard, the kind of hard that reaches the pit of a woman’s stomach. The pleasurable pain that all women like. Well, the ones who like big thick cocks and Delilah loves it. She loves me fucking her on her marital bed and I am feeling dizzy by it all.

Chris has always thought he was above me. In school, he was the form sports captain. He won every award going. Chris had the designer clothes; Chris was Mr Fucking Popularity. I was his friend only because I went along with whatever he said. Grateful. That is what I was. Grateful he would allow me into his inner circle.

Well, not anymore mate I think as I pump his wife into oblivion and as I look across at their photo on the bedside table, his smug look shines as I shoot my load deep into Delilah’s cunt.

Delilah collapses on the bed, breathless with the excitement of it all. I momentarily fall on top of her, my head is ready to explode but I want to savour this moment.  I turn her over and lap up my cum that is seeping out of her hole, I don’t want to leave a mess. My tongue delves inside her because I don’t want to leave a drop.

‘Tony?’ My wife’s screech brings me back to reality. ‘Tony, where are you?’

Quickly I push my cock into my boxers and zip up my jeans before I hastily straighten the bedcovers. Kneeling, I act as if I am looking for something under the bed hoping that my raging hardon will abate rapidly. The bedroom door opens and as I pop my head up Carol smiles.

‘There you are. Listen, I have been to see Delilah to discuss Chris’s birthday, and it was all so strange.’

She pauses, waiting for me to ask why which I dutifully do before standing up with a pair of old trainers in my hand.

‘Delilah seems to think that it would be a better idea for you to go round to discuss this surprise party because you know Chris better than anyone and she said…’

Carol's voice witters on and becomes background noise because little does she know that what she has just said is music to my ears.