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Fantasy Ch. 1

By: Spider1352



The bright morning sun glared in through the soft curtain. David pulled his pillow over his head trying to ignore the fact that it was only Thursday. Suddenly the annoying honking of David's alarm told him that he had no choice but to arise. He walked into his small bathroom and stopped to look in the mirror. David saw a twenty-four year old overweight male, with patchy facial hair looking back at him. David grabbed a razor, not bothering with gel or water he proceeded to dry shave his face. David jumped in the shower and ran cool water over his burning neck and face. 

After a two mile drive David arrived at work fifteen minutes earlier then the rest of his co-workers. He went around and started the coffee pot brewing, turning on computers, and such, then a wonderful thought entered David's head; he would nearly be alone in the office today. David turned to the schedule calendar and confirmed that Michelle and himself were to be the only ones in the office that day. David quickly finished his morning chores and took up his position behind a computer.

David heard the door to the office open. He could tell by the jingle of the keys that it was Michelle, though he raised up slightly to confirm his suspicion. David spoke hello and there was no response. Suddenly Michelle appeared behind David's blue dividers that comprised his office. David turned to look at the woman he had come to regard as very attractive. David's loins twitched unnoticeably in his pants as he took in the site of Michelle in a black pleated mini-skirt, white blouse and vibrantly colored vest. David then noticed that Michelle was in just a pair of sandals leaving her toes exposed and she had not worn stockings. Michelle still looked great to David even though she had two children with shoulder length brunette hair, and large breasts. David could tell immediately that something was wrong.

Michelle looked down a moment before starting, "My daughter and John got into a big one last night." Tension at Michelle's home was very high: her husband, John and her daughter Kate hadn't been getting along with each other.

David set quietly listening to Michelle's story about the argument that Kate and John had, and Kate's walking out of the house for a short time. Michelle had always believed that she shouldn't fight her daughter's battles for her. It had been very tough for Michelle to sit in her room and listen to Kate and John scream at each other.

"John told me that he was thinking of leaving me. He said he may not be here when Kate, Tom, and myself come back from our trip to North Carolina in August," the pain on her face was evident to David.

David stood up from his chair and walked over to Michelle and placed his arms around her. Tears streamed down Michelle's face as David slowly stroked her back in a soothing motion. Michelle pressed her body firmly against David and he was suddenly aware of his growing desire.

David had fanaticized about having sex with Michelle before but he knew that this wasn't the time or the place for such an encounter. As David rubbed Michelle's back he felt her wince from time to time when he touched the same spot. David decided that there was more to the story then Michelle had told him. David stroked his hand down further and noticed that her shirt hadn't been tucked all the way into her skirt. Slowly he pushed his hand under her shirt and then placed his other on the back of Michelle's head to keep her from moving. As David's hand moved higher he felt pronounced welts upon her back, as if she had been whipped. David suddenly pulled Michelle's shirt up above her arms, and spun her around to see her back.

"So why don't you tell me the rest of the story now," David said still holding the shirt above Michelle's head. "How badly did he beat you last night?"

"Are you sure you want to know? I'm afraid that you'll go kill him."

"It's ok just tell me," David said as he released Michelle's shirt.

Michelle reached under her skirt and pulled her underwear off placing them on David's desk. Then she placed her hands and the edge of David's desk.

"Just flip my skirt up and see for yourself." Michelle said standing in a submissive position.

David placed his hands slowly at the bottom of Michelle's skirt. A lump lodged in his throat as he became aware of his desire to have sex with her. He raised the skirt and placed it on her back. David could see the painful welts covered Michelle's bottom as well. Wide red marks like those that were left on him after his dad would whip him with a belt. David could feel the anger rising within himself. David placed his hands over the marks on Michelle's ass. Michelle responded by moving her bottom and pressing it forcefully back into David's hand. David removed his hand and then set down in his chair.

Michelle was frozen in place for a moment and then proceeded to sit in David's lap. Michelle then continued her hellish story.

"When John came back into the room he was really mad. The yelling out front had stopped, but that was just the start of it for us. He accused me of not having control of my children. He told me that I don't know how to hand a good spanking and if I had, then my children would be better behaved. All I had on was a long night-shirt he came up to me and then ripped it off of my body. He told me that he was going to teach me how to give a good spanking. I was too shocked to move, that's when he bit down on one of my nipples. He started to bit the other one and finished pulling my shirt off. I began to struggle, but he was too strong; he forced me down over the bed and began tugging at his belt. That was when he struck my ass with it. 

"That's how a good spanking is handed out, on the bear ass," John said to me. I could feel his spit hitting my back. I had tried to stifle the scream that escaped. I lost track of how long he beat me with his belt. I bit down on the bed sheets to muffle my cries of agony," Michelle stopped for a moment tears coming to her eyes. 

"I though he was done and then I heard the zipper on his pants come down. I was too tired to move. He had to have moved my legs apart and then I felt me ass checks being spread, and with that he just shoved his dick into my ass. I had never taken one there before: I was too tired to scream. I couldn't believe the pain as he fucked my dry ass. John, he isn't big but he still has a good six and a half inches, and at least three of my fingers wide. 

"I don't know why we've never tried it this way before honey. This feels just like a tight little virgin's pussy," John whispered into my ear. He pounded me furiously and then he came in my ass. I lay there for a moment as he walked off to the bathroom. I collected myself and crawled into bed. I then felt John on top of me pulling my legs apart. He had never been able to get an erection that fast before so it surprised me. 

"I think that little bitch Kate needs a good fuck to make her understand this world a little better," after some time he added "You better make me cum or she's next." When he finished he rolled over and went to sleep," Michelle hung on to David and began sobbing into his shoulder.

"That bra must be killing your breast," David said looking at her white blouse. David reached around Michelle and began unbuttoning her blouse. David reached to her shoulders and slowly pulled the shirt off of Michelle's body. He didn't waste any time as he unhooked her bra and pulled it from her chest. David turned Michelle to face him and looked at Michelle's large breast covered with bite marks. David picked up the shirt placing it back around her and buttoning it up. David wanted to reach out and touch the bite marks to sooth the pain that Michelle was feeling but he thought better of it.

"Is that a little better?" David asked.

Michelle looked back at David with love in her eyes, not lust but something much deeper and simply nodded her head affirmative.

"I'm sorry about how rough I was before but I knew that something was wrong, I needed to find out what it was." David said.

"It seems to have worked out for the best." She said.

"So how did Kate fare the rest of the night, after her argument?"

"She was still upset this morning but appeared to be ok, I told her to that when she gets going to call me and I'll pick her up and bring her here for the day. John is off from work, and I don't want him to be alone with her too long after what has happened to me."

Just then the phone rang and Michelle answered it. "Yeah I'll be right there."

"Trouble?" David asked

"No she's awake."

"Why don't I go pick her up. That'll give you a few minutes to pull yourself together."

"Would you please, that would be great."

"Not a problem. I'll be back in just a minute."

"Don't let John know that you know what he did to me, Kate either."

"It may be hard, but I can do it." David placed his arms around Michelle and gave her light squeeze feeling his manhood grow again.

David pulled into the driveway, honked the horn, and climbed out of the truck. Kate walked out the front door through her gate, to where David was standing.

"Come On jump in" David said. Kate climbed into the passenger's side of his 1979 Ford 4X4. "Your mom needed a moment to get caught up so I offered to give her a hand."

"Thanks."

"So how is it going today?"

"No to bad yet. But the day is young."

"Well we're the only ones at the office so feel free to watch a little TV, and enjoy." David said looking over at her. She had put on a pair of black baggy jeans, the kind that are three sizes to big, and an extra large polo style shirt. David had always seen Kate as being a very attractive young woman at eighteen, well developed breast, a nice round face, dirty blonde hair. More than that though she also has a nice personality, a person that you can talk to he thought. Kate's clothes hid her feminine figure very well.

She looked over at David, as his attention turned back to the road. He could feel that she wanted to ask him something, but was uncomfortable broaching the subject. He decided to try to give her a hand.

"I think that I'll stop here at Allsups do you want something for breakfast, drink maybe, my treat." David said as he pulled into the parking lot of the convenience store.

David and Kate climbed out of the truck, and went into the tiny store; he grabbed a Dr. Pepper, and a box of Saltine crackers, while Kate looked around. Soon she met him at the counter, and David asked the man behind the counter for two red burritos. 

"Would you like something from there?" David asked Kate pointing at the hot food case. She looked for a moment, then settled on something. 

"The ham and cheese hot pocket." Kate responded. David looked at the guy behind the counter and asked him for the ham and cheese hot pocket and a sausage biscuit. 

The guy behind the counter rang David up, and Kate helped carry the stuff out to the truck. David moved the truck over to an empty parking lot.

"Something is on your mind, and I don't think you want to ask me when we get to the office, do you?"

"I saw something last night, that I wasn't supposed to see. I didn't mean for it to happen. I heard mom scream, so I ran down the hall quietly, and looked through the cracked door. He had ripped her shirt off, and was beating her with his belt. I was afraid that if he had seen me that I would have been next. When he started fucking her, I wanted to go in and stop him, but I was too afraid. I need to get out of that house for a while."

"It's ok, let's get to the office before your mom starts to worry about us."

The trip from the tiny store back to the office didn't take long. When David and Kate arrived they brought in the stuff purchased. David handed the box of crackers to Michelle.

"You didn't have to do this." Michelle said.

"The three of us need to have a little talk." David said to Michelle. As Michelle stood up, David noticed that she still had not put her underwear back on. Kate had already walked into the conference room, so David placed his cold hands on the welts. Michelle stood there for a moment, then walked around the corner into the conference room."

"Kate why don't you start." David said pulling up a chair.

"Me, I don't know where to." She looked down into her hands, and then said "last night I heard you scream, and I got to your bedroom door, which was cracked, open. I looked in and John and ripped your shirt off and was beating you with his belt. At first I thought that you two were playing, though I couldn't figure out why. Then when the beating continued and I saw the pain that he was causing: I wanted to go in there and try to help you but I was too afraid. Then when he stuffed himself into you, I was scared that I might be next." Kate sobbed for a moment, scared that Michelle wouldn't understand what she was going to say next. "I can't sleep in that house knowing that he might decide to not stop with you. I couldn't stop him, he's to strong."

"It's ok." Michelle said looking over at David.

"It's not the Emperors Palace in Vegas, but if Kate wants to she can come stay with me for a while. I have that spare bedroom that I'm not using, and a spare mattress is already set up in there. You can get out of there too if you need to." David said looking at Michelle.

"No I can't do that to Tom, but I don't see a problem with Kate going to your place for a while, if she's comfortable with it. I can give you some money for her stay," Michelle said.

"It's not necessary. I'm just trying to help out," David replied.

"No you have to let me give you something," Michelle said.

"If you want to give me something, just promise me that if he hits you again tonight, tell me, and you and Tom are out of there until he can be arrested for assault and battery charges."

David left early that day, a quarter to five. Kate climbed back into the truck as they had planned. David pulled into his driveway a few minutes later, and shut off the truck. He walked to the door of his three-bedroom home. 

"I don't have much in the way of valuables and I live across the street from three different churches so I've never seen a need to lock the door." David said pushing the door open.

David and Kate entered the house through the Kitchen.

"Well here comes the whirlwind tour. Are you ready?" Kate looked at David for a moment lost in thought then shock her head in an affirmative manner.

"This is obviously the kitchen and dinning room." David said. He walked to the back of the kitchen were a hallway ran to the left. They walked straight back out of the kitchen to a door. David opened the door to reveal his room. They walked through David's room.

"Through this door," David said motioning towards a door on the back left wall "is the joined bathroom." 

David opened the door and they walked through the tiny bathroom, David opened the door that was directly in front of them.

"This is going to be your room for as long as you would like." Kate stepped in and noticed that there was a queen-sized bed, dresser and some other things that she could put to good use.

David turned to his left again and walked to the door, and they walked into the living room.

"On our left was the hall that we would have come down, if we had not taken the jog through the back bathroom." They turned and started down the hall, and David pushed open a door on the left.

"This is the other bathroom. You may want to use it, with it having the garden tub." David pushed a door open on the opposite side of the hall; "this is the other bedroom." They walked the rest of the way down the hall back to the kitchen "this concludes our whirlwind tour."

Kate hadn't said anything since she and David had gotten into his truck at the office. He noticed her looking down at her feet, having regrets about what she was doing. David laid his finger under her chin and slowly raised her face upwards. He looked down into her eyes, as they darted this way and that. David pulled his finger from under her chin, as she threw her arms around him.

"Thank you. Thank you for being so kind. Thank you for being here to help our family. Thank you for taking me in like this."

"Stop it's ok. You don't have to thank me for any thing. I'm more than happy to help you, your mom, and your younger brother out. You look as if you need it the most right now." David pushed her gently away, taking her hand in his, guiding her down the hall to the living room. 

David set her down on the couch, and took his first honest look at this young beauty that was in his home. At only eighteen she had the mentality of a woman thirty years old but the emotional control of a teenager. Her perk young breast heaved as she sobbed into her hands. David wrapped his arms around her shoulders. David held Kate comforting her, and trying just to be a friend to her at the moment.

"You've made the right decision you know. He could very well make you next, and your mom knows that there is a standing offer for her and your brother. You have the right to think about yourself and your well being." David stated frankly.

"What if he hits her because of me leaving the house? I can't live with that. I would rather lose my virginity to him than have her pain on my consciousness."

"How do you think that Michelle feels. She would rather have him beat her with a belt again then, him de-flower you. You must understand that parents for the most part will put themselves in danger to protect their children. And if he lays his hands on her again in that manner, I can promise you that you won't have to worry about him ever again. I will not stand for a man any man to beat or abuse you, your mother, or your brother."

David heard a car pull up in the drive just then. He looked down at Kate "Are you going to be ok?"

"I think so." She said drying tears from her eyes.

David walked out the door of the living room to the driveway and meet Michelle at the car. 

"Everything ok at home?" David inquired.

"Not a problem. I told him that she went to a friend's house, and that she may be there for a couple of weeks. I told him that she wants to consider his point of view objectively before coming back to the house. He was satisfied that she might actually try to consider seeing his reason for feeling the way he does. I brought her a lot of clothes and some of her personal pictures and stuff like that for her."

"I'm sorry, please feel free to come on in."

Michelle walked through the door, and she and Kate came together in an embrace. David watched from the doorway. They whispered something into each others ears then walked to where David had shown Kate her room would be. David figured that they would want to be alone for a while. He walked into the kitchen and started cooking the New York Strip steaks that he had been defrosting all day. After an hour Michelle walked down the hall to the kitchen, a moment later Kate followed her to the kitchen, she had changed out of her black pants and polo type shirt into a pair of sweet pants, and lose fitting T-shirt.

"Just in time for a little dinner."

"What is it?" Kate asked.

"Well, my attempt at being a chef." David said stifling a laugh.

David placed a piece of steak, a baked potato, and fried spinach in front of both Kate and Michelle. He looked at them and said his would be done soon, that he liked his meat a bit deader then others. They took a bite of the steak and looked up at him in surprise.

"This is very good." Michelle said.

"I'm glade you'll like it." David flipped his steak one more time on the grill. After he pulled his off, he took a seat between the two women.

"Thank you again for letting Kate stay here with you. And thank you for dinner, that was delicious, but I guess that I had better be getting back to the house, before John gets mad."


Fantasy Ch. 1



We've just eaten an incredible dinner for two and it's storming outside. You can hear the thunder booming and the lightning crackle as lights flicker off and on in the house. You look at me from across the table and something just clicks and sizzles between us. I reach for your hand, and hesitate hoping you'll accept the invitation I'm feeling so deeply inside me. You smile, and grab tightly onto my hand as we stand up and slowly make our way over in front of the fireplace. A bit of chill in the air so we've got a comfy fire to keep the air away from us... I grab your hands and slowly walk toward you until our bodies touch. Bracing each other as my hands move up to cup your face and feel your skin. My fingers skim over your face from starting at your forehead, moving slowly down your nose, over your eyes, your cheeks, and jaw, then skimming over your lips... You look so beautiful and I want to touch you so badly... You can tell I'm not usually this bold but something inside grabs at me, and makes me yearn for things I've never felt before or experienced.

I grab your face in my hands, and slide my tongue over your lips, tracing at them, nipping at the seems of them... Sucking your lip into my mouth and then thrusting my tongue in and out of your mouth as you grab onto it and suck me in... We kiss passionately as my arms wrap around your neck, and your arms tighten around my waist. I can feel your hardness pressing into my pussy through my dress. Our tongues duel harder and harder until I'm moaning into your mouth. I can't seem to get enough of your taste and wetness. Our lips break apart and I slide my hands down your chest, over your nipples, and down your stomach, grazing lightly against your cock... Bring my hands back up to hook my fingers into your shirt and lift it over your chest, and then your head, as I kiss the skin that is exposed... Then I unzip your pants, pull them down, and slide them over your feet... Next come your briefs... I hesitate before looking at all of you and you can sense it's been a long time for me so you crook your finger under my chin and lift my face up to look into your eyes... You can see how much I want you and you undress me slowly, as my dress pools at my feet, then my bra, and panties till I'm completely nude... Our bodies press together and I drag my tongue slowly down your body starting with your eyes, and neck... Feel my teeth biting at your neck, and sucking on it over and over. Dragging my tongue over your collarbones, down your chest... Feel my tongue teasing your nipples... Lightly rubbing my tongue back and forth over them, making them pointy and hard, yet not taking them into my mouth just yet... While I lick and rub one nipple, my fingers squeeze, and pinch your other... Put both my hands on your chest and suck your nipples in one at a time, biting at them, nibbling on them, and then blowing my breath gently over them as they pucker and harden for my eyes... My tongue begins sliding down even more towards your throbbing hardness. My hands reach around you and grab your ass, splaying it wide, and squeezing them as my tongue rims the tip of your cock...

I suck on the tip of you, as your cock becomes even darker in colour and hardens even more in my mouth... Just as your starting to buck against my mouth to make me take in all of you, I move up your body, and place a blindfold on you. As before the rules are simple... No talking unless you're moaning, no rough stuff unless that's what you want, and you're to do as your told, yet you don't have to do anything you don't like. I make you get on your knees in front of me, with your tongue out, as I spread my lips apart and teasingly rub my wetness against your tongue... Oh and one more rule I forgot to mention. No touching until I tell you too... No matter how much you want too you must wait until I say so. I spread myself with one hand as my other holds your head still so your tongue can taste my juices... I want you wild for me. I want to make you lose total control of yourself until you grab me, and throw me on the floor and fuck Me... And know I'm completely wild for you and have already lost control of myself. I want to give you such intense pleasure the likes of nothing you've ever felt before.

I stand you back up, get on my knees, and suck your cock into my mouth. I massage your balls with one hand as the other is playing with the lower part of your cock... My tongue slides up and down the length of you, sucking at your sides, and swirling over the tip of you... Then I ram you into my mouth and suck you deeply into my throat... As your knees start to quiver and buckle beneath you, I give you permission to grab onto my hair and pull anytime you want me to take you deeper and faster. Not too rough but enough so I know when to go deeper and when to go faster... I want you to cum a bit in my mouth but not completely... Not yet... As your precum squirts into my mouth, I stand up and we kiss passionately. You can taste yourself on me and it makes you moan for more... While I'm kissing you my hands are moving up and down your body. I turn you around, and begin sucking and nipping at your back. Licking my tongue over your shoulders, down your back, and towards that beautiful crack of yours...

I bend you over and have you get on your hands and knees... I spread your butt until I see that tight hole of yours...My tongue flicks at it, rimming it slowly, before sliding my tongue inside you... This is a very new experience for me, and I love It... Love knowing my tongue is inside of you, and love the taste and smell of you... You try thrusting against my face and I let you but only for a bit... then I slide my tongue down, and suck your balls into my mouth, laving them with my tongue, and sucking at them... Rubbing them around in my mouth... I lay you down on your stomach as your body quivers beneath mine and slowly and gently kiss your thighs, and calves... Licking at your skin inch by inch... Kiss your feet, and lick at them... Move my way back up and have you straddle my face as I'm laying down so I can spread your cheeks and lick every single inch of your hole...

I can feel you squirming on my face, and feel the muscles tighten in your thighs and ass. My hand wraps around the front of you and squeezes your cock, moving up and down you and making you even harder for Me... I can feel your wetness seeping onto my hand... I change places and get on top of you, rubbing my cunt against your cock, teasing the tip of It... You try grabbing onto my waist to push me down on you but I won't allow It... I move up and squat over your face, teasing you with the smell of Me... You can feel the warmth of my pussy but can't quite reach with your tongue... I rub against your face lightly and turn myself around to kiss at your lips, tasting myself... I slide my fingers and hands over my breasts, squeezing my nipples, and sucking on them as I remove your blind fold... You watch me pleasuring myself, and I reach down, slide my finger inside me and start fucking my finger... I pull out my finger with all it's juices clinging to it, and stick it in my mouth to suck on, then I lean down, slide my finger into your mouth, and whisper... 'Your turn sweetheart'...

You take over, toss me on my hands and knees, lay beneath me but sitting halfway up so you can spread my pussy and lick at me. Your tongue swirls around my clit, teasing it, but never quite touching. Your fingers are inside me and your tongue is sucking and licking... You slam your face into my cunt sucking as hard as you can, and letting up on it when my orgasm starts only to start back up once I've calmed down. You tease me unrelentlously... You lick at my thighs and my crack, teasing me even more. Then you push me on the ground, and start licking and sucking my nipples into your mouth, making them hard and rolling them over your tongue. Your hands glide gently over my body as I start to lift myself against you. I am quivering so badly and shaking... Your tongue slides over every inch of mine, and you slow things down a bit to make love to me. You start kissing my stomach, and then teasingly lick at my lips inhaling the scent of me, but not opening me to your tongue... You spread me, and lick at me like a cat laps at milk. Nice and slow. I try thrusting against your mouth, but you wont' let Me... You want me to lay there and don't move. Don't make a sound. I want to scream so badly... I'm shaking so badly. You bend my knees up and spread me wide, so your tongue can eat at me and my juices can run into your mouth. You drink every last drop and then some. As my legs shake and give out you raise up, and rub your cock against my cunt... You slide into me slowly inch by inch as my body adjusts to your size... You stretch me slowly and fill me completely... I still can't touch you and I am nearly insane from all the pleasure that has been building up. You allow me to wrap my legs around your waist and my arms around your neck as I'm whimpering and thrashing underneath you. Then you push my legs up even harder, and fuck me slowly and deeply... Going faster and faster... Just when I'm about to cum and explode all over you, you pull out, and shove in all the way, putting my legs on top of your shoulders and fucking me hard and fast. I explode around you just as your reaching your peak and then you explode inside of me. You spurt deep inside of me. As our orgasms fade and our heartbeats return, I turn into your arms, and wrap my legs with yours, and my arm thrown over you, as my head lays on your chest. I slowly lick the sweat off of your chest, and kiss you softly on the lips. As we're laying there staring into each other's eyes, I rub myself against you, and realise your getting hard again. I slide down, suck you into my mouth over and over, as your cum starts squirting into my mouth. Move up to kiss you once again, and see the passion flare in your eyes, as you flip me under you and smile wiggling your eyebrows at me before your mouth descends on mine...



Fantasy Ch. 1



David hugged Michelle, as did Kate and then Michelle left to go back to her house. 

David turned to Kate and said, "I guess it's just you and me." He started cleaning up the dishes from supper, Kate came over and started rinsing and drying the plates. She stepped back away from the sink a moment, and untied her sweet pants draw-string. She stretched the gather at the top of the pants, and they fell to around her ankles. David looked over to see what was the matter, then when he noticed her taking her joggers off he turned back to the plate that he was scrubbing. The shirt she was wearing was long enough to cover her adequately, but David didn't want her to think that he was a pervert and liked watching her strip. She stepped out of the pants and came back to the sink.

"I hope you don't mind. There are some days I just can't stand the feel of material next to my skin."

"No it's ok. Please feel free to make this as much your home as it is mine, if that means whatever than feel free."

When they finished the dishes, Kate bent over to pick up her joggers that she had dropped earlier, providing David with a nice look at her long lean legs. He also discovered that she hadn't been wearing anything under the joggers. David tried not to look, but with that tight teen snatch that close he couldn't help but look at the rose pink lips between her thighs. When she stood back erect they walked down the hall, to the living room. Michelle had told David how Kate liked to go to bed early, so he was surprised when she took a seat on the couch next to him.

"So what do bachelors like yourself do on nights like these?"

"I have a glass of wine, read, possibly listen to the radio, and catch the news, go to bed. Now if you asked what do normal bachelors due, then I couldn't have answered that." David said as stood and walked towards the wet bar in the living room. "Would you like something to drink, Michelle told me about your experience with wine coolers when you were out east."

"She did huh. What else has she told you about me?"

"Not a lot." David motioned at the cabinet.

"What ever you're having."

David poured two glasses of an inexpensive red wine that he had purchased, bringing the bottle with him. He handed Kate both glasses. It had grown cold outside, the temperature was supposed to fall to the teens, so he lit the fireplace. It was a newer gas type, though with the artificial logs in there it was difficult to tell. David set down on the couch, and Kate moved towards him until she was cuddling. She handed David back his glass.

"So you never answered my question." Kate said in a matter of fact way.

"Well there's not a lot to say. She's told me that you like to go to bed early, around seven or eight. That the reason you're still a virgin is that you can't settle on a guy for very long, like him one week, see his faults the next. You could spend more time studying from time to time. You like to procrastinate to some extent. What else has she told me about you? Oh ya that you are very empathetic with people, you feel their pain."

"That's quite a bit more than she's told me about you."

"Well that's because there's not much to say about me. I'm really a boring guy, I don't go bar hoping on the weekends, and I like to read, have an occasional sip of wine, try to get along with people. That's about the extent of me."

"As well as rescue damsels in distress. A night in shinning armor so to speak."

They both stopped and sipped out of their wine-glasses. Kate looked at David and then leaned in quickly taking him by surprise and began kissing him. David pushed her back, and could see a lust crazed beast behind her eyes.

"You don't want to do this Kate. Not with me at least."

"Yes I do. You're the perfect man, intelligent, witty when need be, faithful, caring."

"I may be some of those things but, you're eighteen. I admit that you are very attractive, a real beauty. You're also the daughter of my best friend. I want to, don't get me wrong, God I want to badly. I've wanted to since I first saw you."

"Than why not." She said as she turned David's face with her hands and began kissing him. David pushed her young firm body away.

"I need to go to work in the morning," and David quickly left for his room.

David laid down in his bed thoughts rushing through his head: his mind went crazy with the possibilities. She wanted him and he definitely wanted her but she was still in school and Michelle's daughter, He couldn't do it, but it was nice to fantasies about what could have happened. David walked to the adjoining bathroom door to her room. He placed his ear to her door and listened closely, he heard her breathing come in gasps as she masturbated.

David closed his eyes and he was back in the living room with Kate setting next to him she leaned in.

"You don't want to do this."

"Yes I do" and she placed her lips to David's.

David didn't fight her this time, he accepted her affection and when her tongue darted into his mouth he thought he would explode right then. Kate moved her right arm that had been resting on her leg to his crotch, and began stroking him through his pants. She finally broke the kiss and pulled back.

"That wasn't so bad was it?" She asked.

"No that was great, but it doesn't help the fact that you're eighteen, and your mother would kill me."

"No she won't."

"Why not?"

"Because while we were unpacking I told her about my fantasy which includes you and me in a setting a lot like this one." She said as she straddled David's legs facing him. She reached down to the bottom of her shirt and started lifting. David placed his hands on hers to stop her from pulling it over her head.

"I don't want you to do this because you feel obligated in some manner. I want you to do it if you are going to because you have true feelings for me." 

Kate began pulling the shirt up again, this time David didn't stop her. He watched as her flat stomach was revealed then her perky firm breasts. She finished throwing the shirt to the ground and was in David's lap naked for him to take. David sunk his head to her left breast and began suckling her nipple. Kate let out a small moan of satisfaction. David let his hands roam her back down to the roundness of her ass. He lifted his head from her tit, and looked down to see it fully erect. David lowered his head to the other breast and continued. Kate placed one of her hands in between her legs and started massaging her clit. David lifted his head to see both nipples erect. David rolled her onto the couch and began kissing down her belly to the neatly trimmed brown patch of hair. He flicked his tongue across her clit and felt her body shudder in delight. 

David sucked her into his mouth, while gently spreading her pussy open. David released her clit and pushed his tongue in and out of her tight virgin pussy. She began grinding her hips trying to take his tongue into her further. David crawled up the length of her body, and began kissing her, she looked up at him tasting her own juices. David went back down the length of her body, to her pussy licking it feverishly. He then replaced his tongue with first a single finger, slowly pumping it in and out of her. She arched her back in delight at the sensation, David slipped a second finger in. He could feel his finger pushing at her unbroken hymen. His dick begged to replace his fingers. 

David undid the zipper of his pants and pulled them off quickly while Kate massaged her clit, rolling it in her fingers. David slipped his manhood into her tight hole and could feel every muscle grabbing his prick squeezing it. Kate let a small moan escape as David penetrated her. Kate's eyes rolled back, and David felt the tip of his dick against her hymen, and slowly pumped in and out. Her breathing began coming in short gasps, then he felt her body convulse as her first orgasm swept her. With one quick stroke David pushed myself into Kate to the hilt popping her cherry, she cried out in pain and delight having him inside of her. David looked down at her and she shook her head for him to continue.

"Are you on birth control?"

"Yes, have been for two months."

David pumped his dick in and out of her slowly at first, and then picking up the pace. He felt her body shake with two more small orgasms before he exploded in her dripping wet, tight pussy. David rolled to his side next to her, just holding on to her. She looked down at her dripping pussy and was suddenly embarrassed lying naked there next to David. She tried to stand but David just held onto her and told her that it was ok, she was beautiful lying there like that. David's dick hardened immediately, and he pulled her legs apart placing her ankles on his shoulders. He thrust his dick in her again pumping vigorously, David looked down and she was fingering herself as well. David lowered his head and slowly kissed Kate's neck and sucked on her nipples. 

Kate continued to let out small moans of delight as she was filled by her first lover. David exploded in her a second time. As he pushed into her for all he was worth Kate's body shook with her most powerful orgasm yet. This time David kept his prick buried in her hot pussy, her muscles slowly trying to push the invader out. They lay there staring at each other for ten minutes, nuzzling each others necks on occasion. David's prick was getting hard again, but he didn't want to abuse the situation that he was presented with, there would be plenty of time for that.

"You look like you could use a bath." David said looking at Kate.

She looked at her sweaty body and shook her head in agreement. David gently picked her up in his arms and carried her down the hall to the garden tub. He placed her feet on the floor and she stood up, David started running water.

"Are you ok?"

"That was the most painful and pleasurable experience that I have ever had."

Kate looked down at the still wet blood dripping down her thigh. As the water rose David helped her into the tub.

"The experience isn't over just yet." David said as he picked up a sponge and began slowly washing her body. David moved his hands slow and deliberate, caressing every part of her body. David was careful to pay extra attention to Kate's soft tender breasts, and between her legs washing the blood and cum from her. David slowly moved his hands up and down Kate's back cleansing her body. After he washed her he helped her out of the tub, and had her stand there as he slowly moved a towel over her body drying her, and then wrapped her in the towel.

David took her hand and lead her back to the living room where they had started. He had her lay on the carpet face down with out the towel. The plush carpet comforted her body, and David folded the towel and laid it across her butt to cover it. David had carried out of the bathroom a few oils, he squeezed one onto her back and she jumped from the cold oil landing on her back. David massaged the oil into her back relieving the tension that he could feel built up in her muscles. David worked down her lower back and then straight to the back of her calves, down the leg and back up then the other. He pulled the towel off of her and massaged her buttocks, working the oils into her fair skin. Her body glistened, David ordered her to roll she did so without a second thought. He squeezed oil onto her stomach and began rubbing. When he finished she was completely relaxed, David leaned down and slowly began kissing her sweet lips her tongue shot into his mouth and they began dancing around each other. He placed his arm under her back and raised her to a sitting position pulling her slippery body close to his. They both released the embrace at the same time. David helped her stand and they walked to her shirt picking it up so she could put at least it back on.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have allowed this to happen." David said.

"There's nothing to be sorry for. I wanted that to happen, if I hadn't I wouldn't have started it. I think that I truly love you." She looked at David with loving eyes.

"Still I took advantage of you, your age, as well as your situation at home."

"You didn't do anything like that. You told me that I should do it because I wanted to, and I did. Please don't feel bad." She curled up close to David, to show him that she wasn't mad, he placed his arms around her and they just set there watching the fire glow.

David looked down at his watch and realized that it was after eleven, and announced that he had to get some sleep to go to work tomorrow and face the wrath of Michelle. Kate just reassured him that it wouldn't happen. 

David awoke the next morning feeling unsure about if what he had fantasized had actually happened last night. David finally decided that it had been a wonderful dream. David was happy that it would just be he and Michelle at the office again today. He decided to grab a shower and then cook a little breakfast before going to work. After cooking a couple of pieces of bacon, some eggs and fixing some toast, he placed some on a separate plate and walked into Kate's room. David pushed open the door, and saw her there, lying on top of the sheets still wearing only the shirt from the night before. David walked in with the plate and set it on a near by night-stand. He lowered himself to the bed leaned over and kissed Kate's forehead. She slowly opened her eyes, and looked up at David.

"That's much better to wake up to than an alarm clock." She said.

"An alarm clock won't bring you breakfast in bed either." David said jokingly.

She set up as David handed her the plate.

"I have to go to the office now. If you need something or you can't find something give me a call, other wise please feel free to make this your house." David stood up and she grabbed his arm pulling him back to the bed. David looked at her and she leaned in and kissed him gently on the lips.

"Have a good day."

"I will." This time David left closing the door behind him.



Fantasy Ch. 2



David climbed into his truck started it and had sudden flashes of fear about how could he tell Michelle, should he tell her. David backed out of the drive and took his usual route to work. He walked into the office at his normal time ten minutes earlier than every one else. He had just finished retrieving some information from a download when Michelle walked in. David greeted her without even standing. After he didn't hear anything for a moment he stood up and walked across the room with his coffee cup, David noticed her reading something that had been left on her desk, and figured that was why she hadn't spoken yet. She looked up at David with tired eyes.

"Morning," She said.

"How was your night?" David was afraid that she would tell him that he had taken her again for his pleasure.

"It was surprisingly uneventful. No arguments, and the best sleep that I've had in ages, I don't know why. How was your evening with Kate?"

"It went pretty well, we talked, I gave her a full tour."

David poured a cup of coffee and set down at the table and began reading yesterdays paper. Michelle walked in with her own cup in hand. She had worn a blue stretch dress that fell to mid thigh, and a short sleeve wool shirt. After pouring herself a cup of coffee she walked over to David and set in his lap.

"This is something new." David said. She looked down at him and laughed lightly.

"Now what I want to know is was Kate good."

"She behaved perfectly, went to bed early, I didn't hear a word come from her room."

"That's not what I mean and you know it!"

"She was great, hot, wet, tight, and willing." David said sarcastically.

"So you fucked her. I thought that you were a gentleman."

"I am, your daughter pulled off her joggers last night, bent over intentionally I think to show me that she wasn't wearing any underwear, then when I went to the living room and tried to kiss me. I stopped her."

"I'm just giving you a hard time."

"So you're not pissed?"

"She told me she was going to seduce you."

"Why did she try it? I'm not the best looking stud on the farm by any means."

"She doesn't care how you look, she cares more about how you treat her, and if you don't know that about her by now than I'm disappointed in you."

"I know that she cares more about what's in a person, but I thought she felt that I was more of a brother than anything."

"She's told me about how she wished she could find someone like you to be with. I told her why look if he's already there. She's thought about that for a long time, and she decided that I was right. While we were unpacking her clothes she told me that she had decided. I knew that you would try to resist her but it was no use."

"Well you're right it is no use. I just hope that I can live up to her expectations, as a friend, lover, and mate. I know that she's everything I've ever wanted, beautiful, intelligent, caring," By now David was fully erect. He knew she could tell because she had repositioned herself a couple of times to get his prick out of her ass.

As the day slowly passed David set at his desk and began fantasizing about what it would have been like to have Michelle want him the way her daughter had. He closed his eyes and she was sitting in his lap again like she was that morning.

She looked down at David, and then reached to her sides and started pulling her shirt off. He decided not to stop her, he had always wanted to fuck her, and if she's was going to offer him that chance he'd take it. She was wearing a white lace bra that barley held her breasts at bay. She reached down to the front and undid the snap and released her large heavy breast. David lowered his head to her left nipple and started playing with her right. He raised his head and she lowered her lips to his. She got up off his lap and grabbed the sides of her skirt.

David shook his head no, and then he reached up and pulled her skirt down. Michelle was standing there in only her black silk panties. David got up out of the chair and then pushed her down backwards onto the table. He grabbed her ankles and placed them on his shoulders and lowered his head to her panty covered pussy. David inhaled the pungent scent that was emanating from her love box. David ripped her panties to get to her snatch, and then noticed that she was dripping juices.

"David, please I need a release. John he woke up this morning, and fucked me silly. I never peaked. Please, I'm begging."

David didn't care he lowered his head and started licking her pussy clean. His tongue ran across a large glob of John's cum mixed with her juice, He held it on the tip of his tongue and slid up and kissed her slipping the glob into Michelle's waiting mouth.

Michelle looked at David in surprise, as he kissed his way back down her body, he decided that her clit needed some serious attention. David flicked it with his tongue and noticed her jump slightly, he wrapped his lips around it and started sucking, flicking it with his tongue.

Michelle's breathing became erratic, as she gasped for air. David continued assaulting her clit pushing her closer to orgasm. Then he pushed two fingers into Michelle and she screamed out her pleasure. Michelle's legs suddenly locked around David's head holding his mouth in place, her body shuddered. David's mouth was flooded momentarily he decided not to stop the tongue lashing that he had started, sucking her clit in and out of his mouth she raised her hips slightly. David began pumping his fingers in and out of Michelle.

David knew that if he didn't' get his dick in her soon he would just shoot his load in his pants. David pulled his fingers out and pushing her legs apart he slipped them into her mouth, as she started sucking. David pulled his fingers out, and lowered his pants to reveal his throbbing hard on. He didn't waste anytime as he plunged his dick deep in her moist cunt. Soon they were moving together, and he knew that he couldn't last long. David unloaded his spunk in Michelle's aching cunt which sent another shudder through her body. David could feel her muscles squeezing and milking him for every last bit of cum. He looked down at her knowing that nothing would be the same between them but he didn't care. David looked into her eyes and could tell that she was physically drained after he fuck session with her husband.

David lowered his head back to her sweet pussy licking up the juices dripping from her. His dick was hard in only moments and needed more of her. He slipped his tool back into her moist slit, then pulled it out, he repositioned her legs on his shoulders raising her ass into the air. David placed the tip of his dick to her rosebud she looked up at him as if say please no. David gently eased the tip through her, she moaned in pain. David left his hot throbbing tool in Michelle's near virgin ass for only a moment then with a single thrust pushed the rest into her as she rolled her head, clenched her fists, and tears steamed down her face. David left his dick buried in her for nearly a minute so she could get used to it being there. He felt her muscles relax slightly, and began pulling his dick out slowly, then pushing it back in. Michelle moaned but this time David couldn't tell if it was in pain or pleasure or both.

David slowly picked up speed pistoning in and out of her, grunts escaping her with every stroke. He tried to prolong his time by stopping periodically, but the muscles in her ass would continue to massage his prick.

David unloaded his white sticky cream in her ass, with a final thrust. He knew that I couldn't leave her like that so he started tongue lashing her pussy again driving her over the edge of two more powerful orgasms.

David collapsed onto the table next to her, they laid there for nearly an hour. The rest of the day they exchanged glances, and touches, but nothing like the pleasure of the morning. The day came to a close and David and Michelle didn't know what to say to each other as they stood in the doorway. She closed her eyes as he leaned in and softly kissed her pursed lips, caressing her back. They walked out the door and said goodbye to each other.

The day flew by with David lost in his fantasy and before he knew it 5 o'clock had come. David climbed into his truck started it and made the short drive home, to another wonderful fantasy or would it be reality?

To Be Continued...



Fantasy Ch. 3



David pulled into his driveway shortly after 5 and walked through the kitchen door. The most heavenly sight and smell greeted him. David took the few short steps to Kate, and nuzzled into her neck as she tilted it slightly.

"Something smells wonderful and I can't decide if it is you or your cooking." David said deeply inhaling Kate's perfumed neck.

"Maybe it's just a bit of both." Kate said as she turned to face David.

David looked at the eighteen-year-old goddess before him with renewed lust and desire burning in his eyes. The soft curve of her lips, to her small pert breasts. David leaned towards Kate slowly placing his lips to Kate's. She closed her eyes in anticipation and as their lips meet for the first time in passion David wrapped his arms around the slim waste of his goddess. The kiss slowly grew in intensity until Kate snaked her tongue out and touched David's lips. David parted his closed mouth and began stroking Kate's tongue with his own. Kate pulled away from the kiss suddenly out of breath and quickly turning her attention back to the stove.

"Why don't you go take a shower, and put on something relaxing, while I finish up here."

"Sounds like a great idea to me." David said. He looked at Kate's full length black skirt and white blouse, wondering what she had on underneath.

David turned and started towards his room, and had just closed the door when Kate placed her arms on either side of the stove, and began breathing heavily.

"That was the most amazing kiss I've ever had. I can't wait until desert tonight if that was the appetizer." Kate thought to herself. "Down girl, it's not time just yet." Kate said aloud to no one as her head hung over the stove. The heat and passion radiated from every part of Kate's body. Kate wondered what David would do to her when he found out that she was wearing a black teddy complete with garter belt and stockings under her clothes.

David stepped into the cool running water of the shower trying to regain his composure. His thoughts raced to what he had wanted to do to Kate. David rested both hands again the shower stall with his head hanging under the flow of water. He had tasted the sweet honey that Kate had to offer and wanted to drink from that divine cup again. The cold water rushed over his body easing his desire.

"What are you dong man. She's just a child; I'll be taking advantage of her. I can't do this. On the other hand she is the one starting it. I'd be helping her to learn. I would be her teacher. Some guys teach math, some teach history, some teach science, I teach sexual education with a hands on approach. I have her mothers consent." David raised his head filling his mouth full of water, swishing it around in his mouth before spitting it back out. David stepped out of the shower and put on a pair of jeans.

David walked out of his room and the dining room table had been set and candles lit. No other lights were showing in the room. Kate walked over to David; "I wanted to do something special for you tonight. I wanted to thank you for saving me from having been raped by my stepfather. I don't know if I could have lived with the humiliation that he would have placed me through." Kate hugged David tightly, and David wrapped his arms around the young girl's back.

"So she doesn't want to have sex with me tonight. This is what it appears to be a simple thank you dinner. That's ok there are other nights, and more fantasies that I can think of." David thought to himself as he stroked Kate's upper back.

David released his grip of the Kate and she stepped back. "I hope you enjoy what I have prepared for you tonight."

"It smelt heavenly when I opened the door. I'm sure the taste will be exquisite." David walked over to a chair and assisted pushing it in for Kate.

The meal was simple; meatloaf, mashed potatoes, cream corn, but the care that had been taken in preparing the food made it appear as if it could have been served in the finest of restaurants. The meal was eaten in silence, but David could see that his first impression had most defiantly been wrong. The lust in Kate's eyes was evident. From time to time during the meal Kate would reach out and hold David's hand for a moment and even once David thought he had felt a foot move up the inside of his leg on purpose.

"That was the best meal I have had in a long time Kate. Thank you very much, I appreciate that." David said pushing himself back away from the table.

"You're welcome, but the best part is still to come. Desert, I hope you like what I have planned."

"If it is half as good as the rest of diner, then I'm sure I'll enjoy it."

"I think you are going to enjoy it much more than you did diner. Why don't you go light the fireplace and pour us a glass of wine, and put on some music, something soft." Kate said as she picked up the dishes from the table.

"That sound like a wonderful idea. Will you be joining me shortly?"

"Very soon." Kate replied in a deep sultry voice."

"I look forward to it." David walked out of his kitchen down the short hall to the living room. He lit the fire and went to the bar and poured up two glasses of the best wine he had. David walked over to the radio and turned on a soft radio station and set down on the couch waiting for his goddess to enter the room.

Kate walked into the room a moment later and set down beside David on the couch.

"This is nice. You not running away from me." Kate said looking at David in the eyes.

"This is nice. Not running from you. Are you sure this is what you want?"

"I'm sure."

David leaned in towards Kate timidly at first, unsure about the situation still. He lowered his mouth to Kate's. Her tongue reached out to explore David's mouth. David pushed his pelvis into Kate's leg where she could feel the growing bulge in his pants. David began grinding himself into Kate's leg as she explored his mouth with her tongue. Kate's fingers slide down her body to her breasts where she began pinching and pulling on her nipples. David pulled back from the kiss he looked into her eyes and saw pure animal lust as she continued to pull on her nipples and bite her lower lip in pure bliss.

David slide off of Kate now sure of what he wanted he pulled Kate to her feet. They were both tipsy with lust and not wine. David wrapped his arms around Kate's neck and began kissing her again, this time it was his turn to probe her mouth with his tongue. David's hands roamed over Kate's small back and around her hips and ass. The soft flesh giving to David's every touch, and Kate's eyes were half closed as she enjoyed the sensation that her body was feeling.

David stepped back and placed his hands on the front of Kate's blouse. He unbuttoned the shirt slowly, tugging the bottom of the shirt out Kate's skirt. As the third button was undone David could see that he was in for a treat. As the last button was undone David pulled the blouse from Kate's slim shoulders, the blouse slipped down Kate's arms falling to the floor like a leaf in the wind.

David looked at Kate's heaving breasts though the black teddy, feeling his desire grow. David stepped back up to Kate and wrapped his arms around her slim waste fumbling for the zipper to the skirt. After a couple of moments David found it and pulled down the zipper. With one quick tug two of the most beautiful legs that David had ever seen were revealed.

Kate stepped back up to David and placed her lips to his. The soft feel of the silk teddy, electrified David's every touch on Kate's lithe body. A small moan of delight filled David's ears as he caressed the small of Kate's back.

David eased Kate back down to the couch. Kate spread her legs apart inviting David to do as he pleased. David moved in between Kate's legs and began rubbing Kate's breasts. Kate's eyes closed completely as she threw back her head opened her mouth as if to moan but no sound came out. David continued moving his hands up and down Kate's sides as they kissed with their tongues reaching out to touch one another's. Kate began tugging at the sides of David's shirt and pulled it over his head. David then rubbed his hand down into the dripping honey pot that he had fantasized about for so many nights. He could feel the moisture on the outside of the teddy. David slowly rubbed Kate's cunt lips in small circles. Kate began to thrash about with David's touch. The sensations tingling in her body was extraordinary. Kate's mouth lay open but no sound came out as she continued to push herself back into David's hand.

David began to kiss his way down Kate's body to the awaiting desert between Kate's legs. David pulled the crotch of Kate's teddy out of the way and gazed upon the most heavenly sight in his life. Two beautiful pink lips looking back at him, wet, puffy, and virgin. David began to rub the exposed lips with the tips of his fingers and then he lowered his head.

"Ooooohhhhhhhh." Kate moaned loudly as David's tongue flicked across Kate's clit.

David began to rub his finger upon Kate's clit. Kate's body began to respond as she continued to grind against David's face, tongue, and fingers. Kate's breathing began coming in short gasps as she sucked for air, then she began to moan her delight.

"Um, Um, uh, um, uh, uh, um, um, oh, um, uh, uh, uh, uh, uuuuhhhh, ooooooohhhhhhhhh gggggooooodddddd, I'm cuming" Kate screamed out. David continued to lap at Kate's little pink lips.

David eased his assault on Kate, and her breathing returned to normal. Kate looked down into David's eyes, a warm glow emanating from her entire body. The love Kate had for her lover evident in her eyes, she wanted to return the favor. David looked up and could see the joy that he had given Kate and wanted to please her.

David stood up and kicked off his shoes. He then undid his belt and began to lower his pants. David slowly pulled his boxer shorts down around his ankles and his normal sized six-inch dick flopped out for Kate to behold. Kate licked her lips seductively as she gazed upon the flaccid cock.

Kate crawled off the couch on her knees and crept so she was just inches away from David's rapidly, hardening cock. Slowly Kate wrapped her small hands around David's shaft, and then began to stroke up and down the length. David moaned his delight at the young girl's touch. Kate then licked the end of David's cock. She slowly opened her mouth and began taking David's meat into her mouth. Unsure what to do she began to bob her head up and down a little.

"That's it baby, uh, you're doing fine. Use, uh, your tongue on the bottom side of me as you come back up. Oh yeah that's the way. Now try to take a little more into your mouth. Oh fuck that's good." David's hands dropped to behind Kate's head and he wrapped his fingers into her brunette hair. David pushed her back down his cock each time a little further.

"Ugh," Kate choked for air, and David eased up his pushing.

Soon Kate picked up a rhythm and David was grunting his pleasure. "Ugh, oh yeah, your mouth is so fucking hot." Kate let out small moans of delight as she masturbated herself. The vibration of Kate's moans finally sent David over the edge.

"I'm going to cum. Do you want to swallow?" David looked down at Kate, as she shook her head no. David released the back of Kate's head and grabbed his own cock pumping it furiously.

"Ooohhh fuck" David called out as his cum splattered Kate's face and breasts.

David and Kate's eyes locked, and their souls spoke to each other. Kate turned her head away for a moment unable to handle the flood of emotions behind David's eyes. Kate turned back and the unholy fire and turned to embers.

David set down beside Kate trying hard to regain control of his breathing. David wrapped his arms around Kate and pulled her close to his body and began kissing her face. Kate basked in David's gentle touch.

David reached up to Kate's slim shoulders and began pulling the small straps of the teddy off. Kate offered no resistance as David pulled the teddy down exposing Kate's soft breasts. David plunged his head towards Kate's breasts and began sucking and nibbling on her sensitive nipples. David finished stripping the teddy down to Kate's waste.

David allowed his hands to roam the naked torso of the goddess before him. Kate placed her hands behind David's head and pulled him in as he sucked one nipple and then the other. One of David's hands found it's way down to Kate's wet cunt. Kate climaxed a second time under David's ministration.

"That was sexy watching you orgasm." David said looking into the eyes of his lover.

David placed his hands at the sides of Kate's teddy and began pulling it down. Kate lifter her body slightly to allow David to finish taking the lingerie off. David ran his hands back up Kate's stocking covered legs and felt the static electricity as it popped. David sunk two fingers into Kate and she jerked her hips while biting her lower lip.

David's cock began to stiffen as he finger fucked the beautiful virgin beside him. David pulled Kate so that she was under him on the floor. They looked at each other's eyes and new it was time. David pushed Kate's wonderful legs apart and positioned his dick at her ready entrance. David felt just the tip sink in and he knew heaven in that instant. David slowly rocked his dick back and forth each time pushing a little more into Kate. Kate continued to move her hips sporadically as she cried out in a mixture of both pain and delight.

David could feel his dick press against Kate's unbroken skin and new that there was no turning back. He steadied himself and with one quick thrust pushed past Kate's hymen. Kate arched her back and tried to pull away from David.

"Oh, oh, god it hurts." Kate said with tears rolling down her checks.

David stopped moving for a moment. "It's ok. The worst is over." David wiped the tears away from Kate's eyes and kissed her as he slowly began to rock himself around inside of Kate again.

Kate nodded her head after a couple of moments and David knew that it was safe for him to continue. David pushed with one last hard thrust and buried his cock into Kate's hot cunt. Kate cried out in pain, but she knew that this is what she wanted. David began to slowly pull his cock out and push back in. After some time David was stroking his entire shaft out and back into Kate's willing hole. Kate continued to grind her hips, and moan out in a mixture of pain and elation. David brushed his hand across Kate's face as he started going faster.

"Uh, uh, uh, uh" Kate continued to cry out with every thrust. Kate lowered one of her hands to her clit and began rubbing it. Kate climaxed in an earth shattering orgasm. Kate's cunt gripped David's dick and held it in place, milking it.

"Oh shit!" David exclaimed as he unloaded into Kate's already dripping pussy, which sent Kate over the edge of another orgasm.

David collapsed onto Kate with his prick still in her freshly fucked cunt, them both breathing hard.

"That was incredible. I've never felt anything like that before." David said in between gasps for air. He stocked the sweet drenched hair away from Kate's eyes.

"That was the most intense pain and pleasure I've ever had." Kate replied her small breasts heaving as she sucked in air.

David pulled Kate to him and they laid in front of the fire and slowly drifted off to sleep. David knew that his fantasy had become reality.



Fantasy Chronicles #01



I love my wife. We have been happily married for a long time. But sometimes, the confining limitations of marital sex can bottle a man up. Sometimes it is not frequent enough. Frequently it is not hot enough. But it is the whole enchilada for those of us who chose to be faithful. 

But for every decision to remain faithful, there are dozens of secret fantasies that infiltrate my mind, and that is speaking conservatively. The fact is, as noble and respectable as I am in real life, the secret cravings in my mind can run wild. She has no idea. Anyone else who knows me would be shocked by my thoughts. 

I am a good hubby... I am also a horny hubby. Fucking my sweet wife is a once or twice a week pleasure at best. I masturbate daily, sometimes more than once. I fantasize hourly. I have sexual thoughts even more frequently. But I never stray. There are many men who can relate.

This story is the first of many I plan to use to expose my secret thoughts, forbidden lusts, pervy fantasies, and naughty cravings. 

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I punched in the code to our home security keypad and then walked wifey to our car. I opened her door and admired her shapely body slide across the seat. She is a sweet redhead, about 5-5, 140ish with 36c breasts centered with large, light, pink nipples. 

On this particular afternoon, she was wearing a shapely pair of jeans and a two-tiered ensemble for a top; a V-neck tee that dipped low was laid over a thin tank top. I would love to see her in just the tank top, but she is modest. But still as I gazed down on her as she lowered herself into the car, my eyes slithered between her breasts, licking at the flesh I could see. 

I always enjoyed eyeing her body. It was the one body in the whole world that I had rights to check-out without apology. I seldom missed an opportunity to admire her body. This was certainly an opportunity.

By the time I shut her door and walked around to take my seat behind the wheel, my mind was percolating with lusty, busty thoughts. As my right hand turned the key in the ignition and my left hand curled around the steering wheel, my peripheral vision dared my hands to pause and reach over to fondle her full, married tits. Of course I didn't, but my mind groped her several times before the garage door lowered behind us as we pulled out of the driveway.

She was chatting about some trivial moment of drama from her day as I blended my attention to driving, actively listening with well-timed nods and an "oh really" here and there, and wondering how her tits would look if I tugged her top down so just her tank top and sheer bra were left to cover her. 

Within moments, we approached a stop sign at a crosswalk adjacent to the neighborhood park just around the corner from our home. As I slowed to a stop, I smiled at her chatting away as her tits firmly pressed against her top thanks to the shoulder strap of the seatbelt that cut diagonally up the line of her cleavage. My sunglasses veiled my obsession of the moment, keeping her from feeling even the least bit self-conscious at my stare. 

Then, I glanced both ways. As I listened to wifey, I waved at the couple standing at the curb, signaling them to go ahead and cross in front of me. They stepped out into the crosswalk and proceeded to walk in front of our car. My eyes drank in the view of the girl.

She was 18ish, blonde hair to the shoulders, and poured into a body that I surmised to have been the object of lust for thousands of masturbating boys and men. Although her face was cute, it was her body that invited my hubby-fantasies to engage. 

The boy, who I assumed to be her boyfriend, had his arm around her waist, tucking his hand inside the back pocket of her tight-ass, denim, shorts. I secretly shivered at the thought of what it must feel like for him at that very moment, with just a thin layer of short-shorts fabric between the firm flesh of her ass and the palm of his hand. 

My mind bounced between the lusty fantasy of groping wifey's full tits and blondie's ass as the couple moved past our car. My eyes crawled up the line of her ass and to the front of her tee. Her breasts were perky and if my eyes were registering accurately, she was braless. My mind quickly bounced between the lusty fantasy of groping blondie's ass and blondie's tits. Wifey would have to wait her turn. 

My mind took an inventory of blondie's curves. Then as I mentally undressed her, I merged the projected view of her naked with the frequent vision of wifey naked. As wifey chatted about something that was fading into the background of my mind, the arousing fantasy in my mind quickly took shape. 

Wifey stood in the shower, wet and soapy. Her hands roaming over her body as she smoothed the sudsy body wash over every inch of her body. Then she slowly turned in a circle as the shower sprayed her body, rinsing the bubbly, coating away from her body. She stood still, her creamy white flesh glistening. She smiled, nodded, and leaned her ass back against the shower-splashed tile...

Blondie smiled back, standing naked and glistening in the shower with wifey. Her young, perky breasts were capped by her hard, erect nipples that advertised her forbidden desire. She reached for a bottle of cream lotion that wifey used for one purpose and one purpose only. Blondie squeezed out a generous portion in the palm of her hand. Then she moved to wifey's side and slid her hand over wifey's pussy, coating her pussy with the creamy lotion. 

Blondie leaned in and kissed wifey as she slowly rubbed in the creamy lotion, making sure to penetrate every pore of wifey's skin surrounding her pussy lips that housed the roots of pubic hair ready to be shaved.

Wifey opened her mouth as the shower beat on blondie's back, extending her tongue so that blondie could suck on it like one of the many cocks she had devoured. In and out wifey's tongue bobbed as blondie finished preparing that pussy.

Then blondie pulled back, took the razor in her hand and proceeded to kneel down in front of wifey. Blondie drew the razor down with a slow, delicate stroke, glazing wifey's skin like a Zamboni smoothing the ice surface. Then another stroke. Soon, wifey's skin above her pussy was smooth.

Blondie moved in closer, carefully positioning the razor at an angle that would effectively and comfortably remove the stubble along wifey's folds. One slender slither followed by several others soon left wifey's pussy smoother than her pre-puberty, bald little cunt. 

Blondie positioned wifey to rinse... then after guiding her to turn back around, blondie still kneeling, she opened her mouth, extending her tongue, and soothingly lapped up the water that was draining over wifey's freshly shaved pussy. With each successful lick, blondie incrementally probed a little bit deeper between wifey's folds. Her tongue eventually dug deep inside of wifey, filling her pussy with the warm, craving flesh of her tongue. 

Finally, wifey reached down with both hands and held blondie's head in position as wifey swiveled her hips to help grind her swollen clitty against that open mouth. As blondie's tits swayed and swung against wifey's knees, the two of them felt the jolt of energy that pulsated through wifey and into blondie as wifey's clitty pulsated and exploded with a burst of orgasm that rinsed blondie's mouth with a fresh flow of pussy nectar.

By the time blondie and boyfriend reached the opposite curb and stepped out of the sidewalk allowing me to move forward, she had completely devoured my wifey. She had displayed her amazing naked body to wifey like a personal playtoy to be used and enjoyed. 

As blondie walked on with her boyfriend, I pulled through the intersection. Wifey was still chatting. My cock was throbbing. I looked back over at wifey and noticed how her mouth formed the shape of the letter "O" as she talked. I knew what activity my next fantasy would migrate towards. It was barely as far away as the next stoplight down the road...



Fantasy Chronicles #02



 Please read the introduction to Chronicle #1 if you want to understand the context of my stories. Thank-you. 

*

The sun was about an hour from slipping beneath the western horizon as I stood near the fountain in our front yard chatting with my neighbor. Although we both were wearing sunglasses, my back was to the sun. 

As we compared mental notes on our fantasy football teams, over his shoulder in the distance I noticed a girl walking on the sidewalk. She was one of the girls who lived a couple doors down from us. She was a senior on the High School volleyball team. She was on her way home from practice. Her name was Liz. Even though she had recently registered to vote, to me she was every bit the forbidden fruit as ever.

My mind wandered towards her while she was still at least five or six houses away. She was wearing a gray, cotton sweat jacket that was unzipped. Under that was her practice tee shirt. Her legs ran long and slender between her ankle socks rimming her tennis shoes and her tight, sports-shorts that fit as tight on her sweet little ass as a condom hugs a cock.

This was not the first time I had seen Liz walking home from a practice or game. My mind hit the refresh button as my lust gauged her body dimensions glowing in the sunlight. She was tall and slender, perhaps 5-7 and 130ish with small, perky breasts. Her brunette hair was pulled back in a pony tail. Her teenage ass was not only forbidden fruit, but juicy, ripe and firm. 

As Brian and I continued talking, my sunglasses disguised my eyes as they focused on her body sauntering step by step down the sidewalk. Everything about her was intoxicating. The way her little pony tail flipped side to side in cadence with each step she took. Her cute little tennis shoes. The way her jacket hung open, her two pert breasts keeping it pinned at her sides. The wiggle in her hips that those amazing, skin-tight shorts openly revealed.

My mind was busy mixing the ingredients of her amazing body and my silent lust as Brian and I stood there. By the time she had drawn even with our home, I felt my cock twitch. Each step she took transitioned her position more and more at an angle which gave me an increasing view of the profile of her body. Those tits... that ass... the whole package was magnetic.

As she looked towards Brian and me, she gave a polite, casual, neighborly wave. I smiled and waved back. Brian glanced at her, immediately smiled and contributed his own silent greeting. Our chat took a pause as we both allowed our gaze to linger over her body, our minds engaged with similar lusts and thoughts no doubt. The difference was Brian was a wild, single guy following his high profile divorce of less than two years previous. I was a happily, married, faithful hubby. 

I am certain that Brian mentally undressed her and fantasy-fucked her before she got another fifty feet down that sidewalk. Moments later he headed back across the street to his house. I suppose that before Liz had enough time to get inside her own home, undress, and hit the shower, Brian had already jerked a cumshot in her honor. 

But I walked back in the house in response to wifey's dinner call. I stored the images of Liz, once again, in my mind. Usually I recall fresh updates to my mental lust index within minutes, if not hours. Dinner was abruptly cut short by an unexpected visit by wifey's sister and her husband. More times than I could count I had stocked my mental lust index with fresh images of wifey's sister. Tonight I did so, but with a sense of distraction. I was eager to devote my attention to Liz.

After my sister and brother left, wifey and I went to our bedroom to watch TV. As I watched her shed her clothes, I eagerly watched as her naked body emerged. She always slept naked, at my request. The routine and uneventful way she got undressed was certainly a far cry from any strip tease. But it merged with my smoldering lust for Liz. 

As we both slid under the blankets, our two, naked, married bodies politely respected each others space. I laid on my side, propping my head in my hand with my elbow supporting it, facing wifey as we both watched the last half of her favorite show, NCIS. 

My eyes wished that she would have allowed the blanket to fall further below her neck so that I could enjoy the view of her cleavage and breasts. I utterly love my wifey's breasts. Full 36c with amazing nipples that are large, light, pink, tennis ball sized targets for my sucking mouth and on special occasions, my cum-shooting cock.

But on this night, my mind quickly traded one lustful craving for another. And, soon my naughty, secret fantasy flooded my mind and effected my body as if it were my reality...

Wifey's eyes got heavy. Her show ended. I turned off the TV and rolled over on my other side, my back to wifey. And I waited. My cock was already erect and throbbing as I anxiously anticipated Liz slinking up the stairs in the dark of our home. My fantasy took liberties with both her and wifey.

When Liz arrived at the threshold of our bedroom, I could see her on her hands and knees. She was wearing only a tank top and those obscene, volleyball shorts. Although her tank top hung low, her firm, breasts held their shape well. 

Her eyes met mine. I carefully held a finger to my lips, reminding her that she had to be very, very quiet. With snake-like skills and stealthy silence, she made her way to my side of the bed. I could hear the sounds of wifey's deep breathing now, her penchant for quickly falling asleep paving the way for Liz to slink to the edge of our bed.

I slid my hand slowly under the covers and then lifted them gently back so that just the side of my body facing Liz was exposed. If wifey stirred, she would still see my backside covered as usual. Only Liz's eyes were invited to the view of my swollen cock. 

No less than 6 inches behind my back laid wifey, naked and sleeping. Just on the other side of me rose Liz's head to the level of the surface of our mattress, no less than 6 inches away from throbbing cock. Liz blew a silent kiss at me, sending a wisp of cool air pricking at the warm, slippery coating of precum on my cockhead. 

I had left enough space on the edge of the mattress for Liz to fit her long slender body. This certainly was not our first fantasy together in my bed. She knew her way around. Softly, lightly, she lifted her arm and leg onto the mattress next to me, staying low behind my body so that if wifey did stir, Liz would be hidden behind the frame of my body. 

Liz's arm extended towards my feet as her bent knee scooted above my head. She wriggled closer. Her breathing warmed my cock. My eyes were just inches away from the clear camel-toe impression of her slit showing through her shorts. As she perched her body on the bed besides me, she remained long and slender, hidden from wifey's view.

Then, as wifey's breathing seemed to establish a cadence like the ship's caller yelling, "row, row, row", Liz began to silently kiss the wetted head of my cock in sync with wifey's exhales. As I intently listened to wifey breathing, I felt the ecstasy of Liz's lips parting just a little to lovingly kiss my cock.

As her mouth moved on and off to the rhythm of wifey's breathing, my finger brushed up and down along the line of that impression of her slit through her shorts. 

Wifey exhaled... Liz kissed... my finger brushed down.

Wifey inhaled... Liz disengaged her light, sucking, kiss... my finger brushed up.

My free hand wormed between her legs and greeted her firm ass cheeks.

Exhale... kiss on... fingered.

Inhale... kiss off... fingered.

As my hand cupped her ass, I felt her fingers playfully flick at my balls. It took all the self-restraint I could muster to muffle the moan of lust aching to express my pleasure. 

She arched her back, causing her firm breasts barely partitioned from my body by her thin tank top to press against my abdomen. It also moved her pussy closer to my face. My hand along her ass squirmed to find the upper edge of her shorts. As I did, I tugged on them, pealing the tight fabric away from her skin.

As her ass slowly became exposed, her mouth opened wider, transitioning from kissing to full-on sucking.

Exhale... sucked on... fingered.

Inhale... sucked off... fingered.

As I felt my cock move in and out of her sweet, teen mouth, I shivered at the thought that wifey was just inches behind me. Then I shivered even more as my hands successfully slid her shorts low enough to expose her smooth, young pussy to my view and mouth. 

As her young mouth swirled her tongue around my married cock, my experienced tongue scooped along the divide of her folds. I was eating the pussy of this amazing teen girl, sneaky and silent enough to accomplish in OUR married bed with wifey sleeping right next to me... or dare I say right next to US!

Eventually I felt my cock spurting cum into her mouth in perfect timing with her jerking her hips and the pulsating throbs I felt from her clit on my tongue. She did not swallow. She just pooled the cumshot on her tongue and then let it run back down my cock. 

She turned and smiled at me, even as she silently slipped her body off of the bed. I felt the warm cum dripping from my cock onto the sheet as I leaned over to give her a goodbye kiss. I watched as she crawled back to the doorway, her shorts still pulled down and her pussy mound glistening between her legs. 

As my fantasy of Liz faded, I could still hear wifey's breathing. And my stealth, jerkoff load of cum indeed was a gooey mess between my cock and the sheet. As Liz flittered out of my mind, I reckoned with my cumshot being spent. I smiled and thought to myself, "Wifey will get hers in the morning."



Fantasy Chronicles #03



Wifey is a great fuck. I really have little to complain about. Sure, she could suck my cock more often, but I have never heard a guy who didn't lament the same shortcoming in his wife. And certainly there are intermittent, long stretches (by my internal lust clock) when my frustration mounts due to "not getting any" as we like to say. 

When hours roll over into days without having sex, the world of lust and fantasy in my mind expands exponentially. In the afterglow when I have emptied my balls inside of her, my fantasies are mostly about her. As time moves along, perhaps just minutes or hours later, the perimeter widens to include whatever stimuli meets my eyes. When that season extends longer, again we are talking no more than a day, my world of lust boils over like the spewing, hot lava erupting from a volcano. It churns and flows, consuming whatever is in its path.

These volcanic convulsions of lust are not rare. In fact, they are a constant in my life. Although always sequestered within the boundaries of my mind, the heat of that lust-lava is fueled by what my senses take in, mostly through the eyes. Thus, wifey's oft' repeated warning-slash-permission to me is both a blessing and a curse when she reminds me, "You can look, but you cannot touch."

This is her way of reminding me that she knows I am not perfect. I am a guy. I am not blind. She understands my appreciation of the female body. But there is a clear line marking the boundaries. I can look AND touch wifey all I want, within reason of course. But, when it comes to all others, I can ONLY look and NEVER touch. It is a compromise that works well for us, most of the time.

I say most of the time, because there are moments when the "perfect storm" of lust can feel overpowering. When key elements collide, there is a volatile and powerful energy that tugs me perilously close to that boundary line. These key elements are composed of the following:

1. We have not fucked for a few days,

2. I have free time on my hands,

3. Sweet, female curves greet my eyes.

This is where potentially explosive eruptions are conceived. This is when I fight my hardest to corral my cock and abide by our "look but don't touch" agreement.

Today was such a day. It has been four long days since I last fucked wifey. Three days ago, I enjoyed a quality cum-shot when she joined me in the shower and offered me the soapy, slippery crack between her ass cheeks; I slid my cock like a hot dog in a bun until I shot a nice load up her lower back. Two days ago, wifey was out for the evening at some women's charity event. Home alone for a few hours, I chatted online and jerked off - twice. 

Yesterday, I thought a wake-up fuck session was brewing when she cut me off. Later that morning while leading our executive staff meeting in the conference room, my eyes feasted on the big-titted, MILF that one of our department chairs introduced as our newest administrative assistant. Not sure what her administrative skill set was, but she certainly had visible assets that didn't hurt her. She was in her mid-twenties, blonde, and had a toddler in our onsite childcare. By the time our meeting had ended, I had mentally unbuttoned her blouse and pealed away her bra a dozen different times. 

As the staff meeting adjourned, I made sure to walk over and give my personal welcome and greeting to Keri. Her bust-filled blouse was an even better view up close. I am NOT into sexual harassment nor the pesky litigation it can bring. I made sure to remain outwardly professional, even as my mind rapidly updated my index of images used to fuel my lust. Then later that day, not once, but twice, I found plausible reason to wander the office complex on a path that took me directly by Keri's tits... er desk. 

By the time I got home, I had mentally nurtured at least a dozen different moments of hardon pleasures throughout the day with Keri front and center. Of course, the minute I saw wifey upon my arrival home, her gorgeous 36c tits stuck out to me like two sirens daring me to follow their songs. I fondled her as I gave her a kiss hello. As she politely guided my hands to the less erogenous zone of her hips, she spoke with a neutral tone, perhaps even a touch of intolerance, "Hard day at the office, eh?"

Her words may have playfully danced with double-meaning, but her tone was all business. I knew her plenty well-enough to know that whatever the next half-hour entailed, it definitely would not be a welcome home fuck. Before I could even answer her question, I heard an unfamiliar voice echoing down the hallway that led to the patio area out back. 

Wifey answered my confused look. "That's Anita. She is a marketing rep for the firm that is pushing our Community Fundraiser. Karen and I are meeting with her on the patio to discuss her promotional strategies. We won't be much longer."

I nodded and smiled. That wifey was so engaged in helping others pleased me. That it sometimes meant I didn't get as much of her as I craved frustrated me. It was a noble trade-off. 

I admired the view of her sexy, married ass walking back towards the patio. My mind expertly traced the panty lines her tight jeans revealed. I nonchalantly wandered a few steps behind her, not only extending my view of her ass but also giving me a chance to update my mental lust index of Karen. She was a hottie for sure!

I casually waved as I poked my head out the French doors and eyed Karen and Anita. "Hello ladies." Karen waved back and smiled at me, that brief movement of her arm feeding my eyes with the view of her sweater pulling against her tits. 

Anita shyly waved with less enthusiasm. Her business suit offered me little to no insight regarding how hot her body might be. But from the looks of her coal-black hair and dark brown eyes that charmed her cute face, I knew it had to be good.

I wandered upstairs to change clothes. By the time I had navigated the 17 steps of the winding staircase, my mind had sorted out various images of Keri's tits, wifey's ass, Karen's tits, and Anita's pacific islander beauty. As I unzipped my slacks, I thought to myself 'right now I could fuck any of them.' Of course, reality quickly reminded me that I could only fuck one of them ~ wifey ~ and she did not seem to be available at the moment.

I explored the opportunity to jerk off as I spied the two women with my wifey on the patio. As I peaked out our bedroom window I had hoped to perhaps get a private peak down blouse of one of the ladies. But Karen's sweater was uncooperative and Anita's conservative shirt was secured at the collar with a ribbon-like bow. Wifey was in view as well, but I choose to look past her for the moment. 

The rest of the evening served up several other empty promises of potential lust-filled moments. By the time wifey pecked me on the cheek with a kiss that signaled "not tonight", I was carrying more than a full 24 hours of cum inventory in my balls and almost three days of pent up fuck-lust. 

This morning, I awoke with a hardon that was being pushed by almost a full 36 hours of cum begging to be released. Wifey had already slipped out of bed without waking me. I rolled out of bed, naked as usual, and couldn't help but admire how fucking hard my cock was. Morning erections always seem to be especially stiff and hard. 

I grabbed my robe and draped it over my shoulders and went wifey hunting. I found her downstairs in her pre-shower tee and panties, sipping on a cup of coffee as she stood looking at the dining room window. Our view of the ocean was spectacular. So was my view of her ass.

I sauntered in and cuddled up behind her. The sound of my steps had signaled my arrival long before my arms wrapped around her waist. Then the incredible bulge of my morning hardon pressed against her ass and signaled something else. She quickly jerked me to my senses as she gently turned her head to look at me over her shoulder and softly queried, "Did someone forget it was their turn to speak at the monthly intern breakfast?"

"Damn!" I blurted out. I had totally forgotten about it! I looked at the clock. It read 6:43 AM. The breakfast was scheduled for seven! I am not sure which was quicker; my shower or the disappearing act of my morning hardon. 

Somehow I managed to arrive at the midtown, restaurant, banquet room late for breakfast but on time for my informal comments to the interns. I brushed off the "good morning sleepy-head" from my partner and put my best professional foot forward as I engaged with the interns. 

There were 13 in all. All but two of them were college or grad students. Although my morning rush had chased my morning hardon into hiding, it didn't take long to recharge my flow of lust as I discreetly enjoyed the view of several of the female interns. 

The eye-fetching curves and sexual energy that radiates from college-aged women is always a treat to me. But this morning included those other elements of days without fucking, a near capacity load of cum aching for release, and the prospect of a morning with nothing on my schedule. 

As I spoke, I made repeated eye-contact with the interns. I offered both encouragement and challenge. I attempted to both inspire them and remind them that they were being held accountable. My stern words were buffered by my warm smile. My assurances were bordered by my businesslike tone. I worked hard to strike a balance.

I also worked hard to keep my secret thoughts safely compartmentalized away from the words coming out of my mouth. As my mouth spoke of "commitment and integrity", my mind refreshed my lust index with precision as my eyes quickly traced the perky outline of the nipples faintly hinted under the cotton shirt on Mary, the 21 year old UCLA student. As I offered further comments of substance, my eyes darted from intern to intern, allowing me brief, discreet, dips of focus on the perky breasts professionally adorned but impossible to hide from my secret, lust vision.

By the time our breakfast ended, I had restocked my mind with so many images of potential pleasure that my cock twitched with excitement. 

I went to the office to check in. Indeed, my scheduling secretary confirmed that my calendar was open for the morning. I decided to make another journey that invited my eyes to check out Keri and make sure her big-tits were amply admired by my discreet glances. I smiled and greeted her, even as my mind taunted me with the thoughts of how those breasts were not far removed from having nursed that toddler of hers. Those swollen nipples and milky breasts must have been a wonder to see. 

I then wandered away from the office and to my car. I knew where I was going, even though I did not bother to let my secretary know I was even leaving. 

Fifteen minutes later, I was home. Wifey smiled up at me as I walked into the kitchen. She was still in her pre-shower tee and panties. "I had a feeling you would be back."

My cock jumped so fast and so hard that I was certain it made a noise. Wifey leaned in and opened her mouth to offer me a kiss that signaled my wait was coming to an end. As she slid her hand along my slacks and over my cock-filled crotch, she punctuated her kisses with a playful "somebody is happy to see me."

I lifted her up as she wrapped her legs around my waist. We kissed with mouths open and tongues swirling. I stepped towards the counter, carrying her against me. 

As I scooted her ass up on the counter, she giggled. "Did somebody have a naughty dream this morning?" Her words danced in my ears as the residue of Keri's tits and intern curves still hung in my mind's eye. 

I moaned in approval of wifey's initial dirty talk. I pushed the envelop further as I groaned, "Look but don't touch naughty."

As my hands tugged her panties off and slid them down her legs, she leaned back so that her tits pressed firmly against her tee. She looked me straight in the eyes with a naughty, taunting expression and said, "and whose forbidden breasts were you dreaming about?"

Before my mouth formulated an answer, my hands shot up under her tee, both grapping a lustful handful of her breasts. I instantly felt the hardened tip of her nipples that my eyes saw poking against her tee. 

Both of us were getting more horny by the second. Inhibitions were lowering. It was easier to be daring and expose the edges of my secret lusts to her. "Keri... our big-titted addition to the staff."

Wifey glared at me with a filthy look and nearly startled me with her naughty reply. "Well I was wrong... thinking it was Karen or Anita." My reaction revealed to her that I was caught off guard. She smiled. "I saw you peaking out the window at them last night."

As she said that, she lifted her arms up over her head, offering me the exit route for her tee. As I lifted it off her body, my mouth instantly dove in and lustily sucked her ripe, large, light, pink nipples as my hands pushed them together into a perfect couplet of delight. 

She moaned and teased me further, "Did you want to suck them like this, baby?"

My sloppy, aggressive, slobbery consumption of her more than answered her question.

"Yet, you could only look, not suck."

I moaned in agreement.

She added, "But now, you can look... you can suck... you can HAVE ME."

Once again she had managed to accomplish a difficult task which I seemed to never be able to do. She wiped my mind almost completely free of the residue of Keri's tits, intern curves, and a host of other mental images so that my mind was flooded only with thoughts of her. 

I devoured her naked body on the kitchen counter as she sat there with her legs spread wide open and her breasts glistening with the drool of my attention. Before long, my pent-up inventory of cum pulsated through my shaft as she returned to my arms, legs wrapped around my waist, impaled by my fucking cock. Her married body soaked up my attention as her married pussy got soaked by my cum. 

Spent and relieved, I lowered her to the floor. I kissed her as I ran my hand between her legs and felt the sticky mixture of her juices and my cum mixed between her thighs. In one final act of sexual energy, she reached down and pulled my hand to her mouth. She slipped my fingers in her mouth, one by one, and sucked each of them. Then, without a moment's hesitation, our mouths connected and shared the flavors of fucking. 

It was all good. 

As we caught our breath, I watched as she walked up the stairs naked and sexy, heading off to the shower. As I leaned back against the kitchen counter, my slacks puddled on the floor, my lust timer reset. It felt good.



Fantasy Chronicles #04



My day of meetings had gone well. Negotiations had ended with the face-saving "win-win" label tilted heavily in my favor. I finished up dinner with my colleague and then headed up to my hotel room. As I tossed my room keycard on the counter, I glanced at the clock next to the bed. It read, 6:42 PM. Still over two hours before my nightly, check-in phone call to wifey. 

I stripped down naked and then pulled on a pair of swimming trunks. With a towel draped over my shoulders, I headed back out of my room towards the indoor pool and Jacuzzi. 

During negotiations, I had sat across the table from a team of reps which included a mid-thirties woman with the skin tone and features of someone from the Pacific Islands. Her golden skin and soft bone structure were cover-girl worthy. She was ground-zero for all lusty eyes in the room. 

The full curves of her ample tits bewitched my eyes. She had to be something like a 36d cup. Her professional appearance was equally seductive to my eyes. I have always loved big tits, especially when firmly cradled against any tight-fitting top. 

By the time we concluded our meeting, I had mentally exposed her tits to my mind fifty different ways. I was discreet, but I was human. I knew she had caught my lingering looks a couple of times. The tension was under the surface, but it certainly was a welcome sidebar to the mundane minutia of our meeting. 

So needless to say, it was an uplifting sight to my eyes when I stepped towards the Jacuzzi and recognized her head and shoulders relaxing just above the bubbling surface of the Jacuzzi. Even though I had to move quick to get waist deep in the water before my quickly hardening cock was too obvious, I played it smooth enough to appear casual and unassuming. 

I don't cheat on my wife. At least not in real time body action. But what goes on in my mind is a totally different reality. 

It was ironic that we shared small talk on the heals of a day full of intense, deep, dialogue. And though it was "small" talk, there was nothing small about either her wet tits bobbing at the surface of the water or my swollen cock submerged out of sight.

Her bikini top was jet black, showing through her white tee. Although those two layers of wet fabric were an obvious attempt at modesty, there was no way to disguise the amazing perkiness of her tits. The delicate impression of her nipples against her wet top were a delight to behold, set high enough that I swear she could have probably just stuck out her tongue and licked them herself!

The breaks in our polite, small-talk were not awkward. The percolating bubbles of the Jacuzzi filled in the blanks. It also allowed my eyes to probe her wet tee like a desperate detective working a crime scene. She seemed to be neither a tease or a prude. Her body fueled my lust with understated mannerisms that did not apologize for her beauty, but also steered clear of any suggestive exposure. 

My mind continued to feed my mouth with safe, polite words that kept our friendly exchange afloat. My mind also continued to flood my secret fantasy with the naughty, fucking images of her mouth wrapped around my cock. My expert eye had already measured her tits so well that I could count the goose bumps lightly poking along the edges of her dark, circular nipples.

Finally, she slid her body up to sit at the edge of the Jacuzzi leaving just her long legs dangling in the water. I was committed to remaining in that Jacuzzi as long as it took to see her get up and walk away. I was aching to capture the view of her ass snuggled against the skin tight bottoms of her bikini, even if the tee slunk well below her waistline. 

I tried hard to get a peek at her crotch, hoping to get a glimpse of her pussy impression. No such luck. Not that it stopped my mind from leading my secret lusts on a quick slide down her wet folds, imagining them to be smooth with a hint of meat puckering out between them. 

My mind merged reality with fantasy. Although this goddess had politely bid me goodnight and was making her way across the patio towards the gate, my fantasy called her back. Her name was Angelica.

"Angie" my mind called towards her, "Hang on a minute." I quickly hopped out of the Jacuzzi, grabbed my towel and walked towards her. I felt my wet swim trunks clinging to my hard cock. Even better, I saw a glint in her eyes as she looked at me approaching her. 

Of course, in reality I would have been polite, possibly even tongue-tied in that moment. But in my fantasies, I was as bold and confident as I wanted to be. In my hand I held my room cardkey. The sly smile on my face offered to help her interpret my simple-worded question as I wiggled the cardkey in front of me. "Care to step inside my office?"

She glanced around as if trying to escape notice as she slid the cardkey out of my hand with her right hand while she used her left hand to hike up her tee over hip. She slid half of the cardkey under the low-cut waistband of her bikini bottoms directly in line with her belly button. She smiled. She tucked her tee between her abdomen and the exposed upper half of the cardkey. "What room number?" she asked me with a calculated tone.

"Five twenty five" I said. And with that, like a playful puppy fetching a stick, I followed her towards the elevator. Her ass wiggled just a few feet in front of me. It was firm. It was teasing my eyes with each step she took, displaying that marvelous swivel in her hips. 

As the elevator doors closed, I punched the button for the fifth floor. We stood facing each other as she smiled and said, "Just the two of us, right? No wifey to worry about?"

I smiled and shook my head, 'no'. "Only on the phone a little later." I winked. She winked back. I honestly was unsure if our winks meant anything close to the same thing.

As the elevator light displayed us passing the second floor, I took a drink of the view of her body. I finished at her mouth. Her smile was enchanting. Her lips framed her mouth with an invitation to kiss her. 

As the elevator light clicked off the third floor, I stepped into her, our bodies pressed together as my mouth met hers. By the fourth floor, our tongues flicked a brief greeting before retreating. When the doors opened at the fifth floor, we silently stepped out past two guys waiting to step onto the elevator. 

Their eyes unapologetically drank in the view of her body too. I smiled with pride at the thought that they were admiring what I was about to be enjoying. 

As we arrived at the door of my room, she just stood there with her arms at her side, the cardkey on display. She put her hands on her hips and said, "Well, it's YOUR room. You open the door."

I extended my trembling fingers and aimed for the lower edge of my cardkey showing through her bikini bottoms. Feeling the wet, cool fabric sent a charge through my body. I manipulated my fingers to push the cardkey upward so that it flopped into my other hand strategically snug up against her. 

I slid the cardkey into the door and we stepped inside. I tossed the cardkey on the counter and glanced at the clock again. It read 7:58 PM. I had one hour before our phone call. It was almost as if Angie read my mind. "So, you said your wifey is not here but will be on the phone later?"

"Um hm" I confirmed.

"Interesting" she said as she turned a chair to face my bed. She stood behind it. And then, in a motion that was fitting of the most beautiful swan spreading its wings, she reached down and slowly drew her wet tee up over her head and let it fall to her side. I stood next to my bed and let my eyes explore the best view of her tits I had enjoyed so far. 

"Interesting indeed" I coyly interjected. Other than that kiss in the elevator, our bodies had remained apart. It was as if we were testing the waters. 

"Do you mind?" she asked as she invited herself to sit in the chair. 

"By all means, please" I bantered back at her.

She sat down and played with my mind as she crossed her legs as if she were still in our business meeting. I heaved a sigh as I sunk down onto the bed, never taking my eyes off of her. My cock left no confusion to my arousal. It was clearly outlined against my wet swim trunks.

"So, this phone call with wifey. Is this the faithful hubby checking in with his little lady?" Her eyes taunted me, but did not intimidate me.

"Yep." I didn't bother to elaborate. I had other things on my mind. 

"This is your routine?" Her question hinted at being edgy.

"Pretty much." My reply made another attempt at trying to brush aside the topic.

"How's your day...affirming your love to her... blah, blah, blah." As she summarized the projected content to me, she shifted in the chair, uncrossing her legs and placing both bare feet on the floor. I nodded as my eyes tried to sneak between her legs.

"Does she work outside the home?" she asked as her smoldering, brown eyes looked intently into mine.

I shook my head no as I squirmed on the bed to get a more comfortable feel of the mattress beneath me and a more ambitious angle of her sitting in the chair just to the right of the foot of my bed.

"Do you call her or does she call you?" The back of her thighs rubbed over the fabric of the chair as she fanned her legs open and shut playfully.

My eyes darted between her legs and fueled a moan that mixed with my reply, "I call her."

"Children?"

"Not at home" I volleyed back.

"So she is alone?"

"Yes she is." I moaned again as she fanned her legs a bit wider and a bit slower.

"Does her body please you?" It was a question that would be inappropriate at just about any moment I could imagine ~ except this one. I silently nodded with a schoolboy grin on my face as my eyes traced the lines of Angie's body sitting in that chair.

"Are her breasts full and firm?" As she asked me this question, she dared to cup her bikini top with both hands, pushing her breasts up even further. I nodded as my own hand fumbled at my crotch trying to relieve the tugging of my wet trunks against my hard cock and swollen balls.

Angie maintained the intensity of nonstop eye-contact with me as she reached a hand behind her neck and loosened the tie strings of her top. As she allowed them to dangle in front of her, in a near whisper she said, "Do you suck her sensitive nipples?"

I moaned and nodded as my fingers tugged at the drawstrings of my trunks. I watched her dare to slide the upper edge of her bikini top low enough to reveal just a sliver of the upper edge of her nipple. The rhythm of our naughty exchange established a delicious harmony between us. 

"Do her nipples beg to be sucked?" 

I nodded as she pealed the edge of her top low enough to give me a view of her full, exposed nipple. My hand tugged my trunks over my hip as I felt my cockhead poke out. 

She fanned her legs wide open and held them still. My eyes slithered over her exposed nipple and down her tummy and down between her legs. She maintained that intense eye-contact that was overpowering and full of lust.

"Does her married pussy please your cock?" My eyes studied her bikini bottoms stretched across her pussy as my hips shed my trunks. I swallowed hard and nodded softly.

"Is it smooth?" With those three words, she daringly pinched the outer edge of her bottoms and lifted them away from her skin. I couldn't see more skin yet, even though she felt the wisp of cool air slink between her pussy lips and the wet fabric. Unconsciously, my tongue licked my lower lip as I nodded at her. 

She shifted her ass in the chair just enough to allow her fingers to tug the side of her bottoms across her pussy enough to reveal to my eyes the glistening folds of her smooth, shaved pussy. 

I kicked my trunks off, proudly displaying my hard cock to her eyes. She did not leave the chair. I did not leave the bed. We continued our dance until the clock next to my bed clicked over to 9:00 PM. 

Angie said, "You have facetime, right?" 

"Yes."

"Use it then. Don't just call her... show her. I will keep silent over here so she will never know that I am here." It was such a naughty suggestion. There was absolutely no way I was going to pass on this moment.

I called wifey. Our facetime call connected as her smiling face greeted me. We bounced greetings back and forth as Angie sat in my line of vision just over my phone. She was now topless, with her bottoms curled down to her knees. 

As wifey and I exchanged updates, Angie slid her middle finger down her wet slit and then lifted it to her mouth. I have no idea what wifey said in those few seconds, so when she interrupted my lustful daze with a "well, what to you think?" I could not hold back any longer.

"Sorry honey. I was just thinking about how bad I want you right now." Wifey understandably felt like the target of my words. Angie knew better.

Wifey was caught off guard by my abrupt, lusty confession. She giggled nervously and tried to brush away my out of step comment. Of course, Angie eagerly accepted it as the next natural step in our naughty dance. Angie silently pointed at my phone and then at my cock. I complied.

"Honey, I am serious. Look." I maneuvered my phone to reveal my hard cock, Angie still unseen and unheard. 

"Oh my" wifey cooed. "Someone is happy to see me!" I diverted my eyes away from Angie for a moment, and watched wifey prop her phone against something and step away from it, remaining in full view. "You want to see more of me, baby?"

"Fuck yes!" I blurted out. Angie got a naughty look on her face and quietly stood to her feet and slid her panties to the floor. Then, as wifey unbuttoned her top, Angie climbed up on the chair, resting one foot on the chair cushion while spreading her other foot out to the edge of my mattress. Her naked body was on full display, her legs spread wide open with her pussy aimed directly at me.

I glanced back at my phone and moaned. Angie was fueling my moan as I saw wifey pull open her blouse and drop her bra, showing me her full breasts and those amazing, light pink nipples. All I could manage to say was, "Oh fuck!"

"Jerk it baby" wifey suddenly urged me with a slutty tone of desire. "Imagine I am there for you to shoot your load all over my breasts." Angie's eyes were alive with a devilish glint as she stepped down from the chair and moved to kneel at the side of my bed. As wifey urged me further to jerk and shoot my load on her breasts, Angie cupped her bare tits and moved ever closer to my side. 

She remained unheard and unseen. 

Soon thereafter, I exploded a load of cum with such force that I feared the sound of my cum splatting on Angie's tits might echo to wifey's ears. But I was safe. 

Wifey was happy to have coaxed me to satisfaction. And from the looks of things, Angie was happy to have coated her tits with a fresh, creamy load of hot cum. Of course, I had nothing to complain about. 

All's well that ends well.



Fantasy Chronicles #05



After dinner, I smiled and told wifey I had to make a phone call. I shuffled to my home office and sat down in front of the computer as I gave my colleague a call. We compared notes and double-checked our strategy for an upcoming negotiation meeting. Once I was satisfied that we were prepared for the next day, I finished the call.

Wifey was already in the family room watching TV. As I sat down next to her on the couch, an incredible aroma of a tropical blend smelling of coconuts and vanilla greeted me. I sniffed the air playfully as I glanced at her. She smiled and said, "Smells delightful, doesn't it?"

"Smells great. What is it?"

"It's a body lotion Tiffany recommended. Smells good and makes my skin feel soft." Wifey extended her bare leg to me, inviting me to investigate her claim.

I ran my hand along her calf and around to her thigh. I smiled and nodded at her, "Feels as sweet as it smells." 

Tiffany was our neighbor. She and her husband were about ten years younger than us. She always reminded me of Melissa Rauch, the actress in The Big Bang Theory who played the part of Bernadette. She was a short blonde, make that very short, with tits that easily outsized the rest of her. I am a big guy standing 6'4". The few times I had greeted her with a neighborly hug, I was intrigued by the fact that my crotch squeezed almost perfectly between her tits. That was a naughty, secret treat I always enjoyed. 

Tiffany and her husband had two girls, twins. They were freshman in college now. They were the reason we had gotten to know Tiffany. When the girls were back in Middle School, we agreed to let them practice on our private tennis court. They both were pretty good. The practice paid off as they both went on to be very successful in High School. 

As my hand squeezed wifey's calf, my mind squeezed out one more luscious image stored in my mind from some summer afternoon a few years back when I had managed to spy wifey and Tiffany sitting on our patio while the girls were playing tennis. Both wifey and Tiffany were in full bloom with skimpy, summer time apparel. Peeking out our upstairs window, my eyes had enjoyed a long, lusty drink of Tiffany's perky tits tantalizingly tucked just inside her low cut tank top. 

Wifey continued to use the lotion in the following weeks. Then the stars of my lusty mind aligned a couple months later when Tiffany asked wifey if we could watch over their house for five days while they drove the girls back to college following spring break. They had a rainforest motif of indoor plants and an impressive array of salt-water aquariums that needed daily attention. It wasn't the first time we had taken care of things while they were away. We knew the routine. 

On the second day of our custodial responsibilities, wifey was putting the finishing touches on her makeup as she prepared to head out to one of her women's charity events. I could smell that lotion as she smiled and said, "Could you stop by Tiffany's and take care of things? I was going to do it on my way out, but I am running close on time."

As the aroma of that lotion mixed with the sound of Tiffany's name spoken out loud, I happily agreed to take care of things. As wifey pulled out of the garage, I walked out the door and headed over to do my duty. 

I stepped inside their doorway and keyed in the security code. It was quiet except for the gurgling sound of the fish tanks percolating here and there. First I spread the fish food over each tank. Then I made the rounds to water the various foliage around the interior of the house. 

After finishing, but before leaving, I decided to take a peek around the house. It wasn't so much that I was nosey. It was the lingering effects of that lotion aroma and the thought that Tiffany used the same on her body. My mind was busy blending those realities into an image that gave my mind's eye a sweet view of her sweet tits glistening in the sunlight thanks to a generous layer of lotion recently applied. 

There was something especially intoxicating about having that fantasy while I stood in HER bedroom. Looking at HER bed. Then I dared to open a few drawers until I arrived at the one which was filled with a wide array of panties and bras. Oh the naughty possibilities!

I pulled a pair of silky, white panties from the drawer and moved to sit on the bed. As I fumbled to pull my shorts down, my eyes discovered gold on the nightstand next to the side of the bed where Tiffany no doubt slept. It was a pump bottle of lotion. The same tropical recipe that wifey had been lathering on her body for the past month or two.

I shoved my shorts to the floor as my hand soothed my exposed cock with the soft fabric of Tiffany's panties. After a few lustful moments of pleasure, I reached over and pumped a full squirt of lotion into my hand. I then glazed my erect cock with the lotion as the tropical aroma further enticed me. 

The lotion stimulated an instant shot of lust that pulsated throughout my entire body. I leaned back on the bed and laid my head on Tiffany's pillow. I slowly stroked as my mind replayed images of her tits on display. 

I pumped another load of lotion into my hand and coated my cock with it. My cock was so lathered up that with each sliding grip of my hand moving up and down, I could hear the amazing sounds of crackling as the lotion oozed between my fingers and the ridge of my cockhead. My mind transposed those notes into the sounds of Tiffany's pussy taking my cock. 

I still am not entirely sure where the idea for my next actions sprung from, but to this day I am frequently aroused by the lingering potential realities of it. With my cock stroked to perfection and nearing a well-deserved cum shot release, I reached for the lotion bottle again. But this time, I did not pump out more lotion. Instead, my slippery fingers worked to unscrew the pump-action lid.

When I finally had successfully removed the lid, it was as if I had practiced this before. But it was utterly a new thought and new experience for me, evidence of just how powerful secret arousal and uninhibited lust can be. 

I held the bottle in my hand. My eyes measured the diameter of the opening, agreeing with my naughty thoughts that my cockhead could indeed fit inside. 

I sat up on the bed and let my legs dangle over the edge. I aimed the opening of the lotion bottle at the tip of my cock and proceeded to slide my cock through the opening. Before I could nuzzle the bottle all the way over my cock, I felt the tip of my cockhead dip into the cool reservoir of lotion in the lower half of the bottle. I pressed on until my balls were squirming against the bottle. 

I constricted my cock muscles to pull on my cock, initiating a sort of "self swirl" motion to make it slogged against the thick ooze of the lotion. With the bottle in one hand, I reached down with my other hand and gave my balls a full-lotion massage that prepared them for launch.

Finally I did it. I shot a full, creamy load of my cum into the bottle, sinking it deep into the lowest layer of lotion at the bottom of the bottle. I mixed my cum cream with Tiffany's body lotion. It was absolutely intoxicating!

I wiped my hands clean with her panties and then returned the pump-action lid to the bottle. I returned it to the nightstand. I changed my mind about putting her panties back in the drawer. They were too soaked in lotion to get away with that. So, I wadded them against my cock and yanked my underwear and shorts up over them. 

I was shivering as I stood up to leave. Not because of what I had just done; no. I was shivering because of what would happen in the future because of what I had just done. Although it would be due to a technique I had never imagined, I was shivering at the notion that sometime in the very near future MY cum would be squirting into Tiffany's hand and then rubbed over her body!

Little did I understand at the moment that I had opened "Pandora's Box" to a new room of lust in my mind. Oh what fun I would be having!



Fantasy Chronicles #06



Sometimes there are fantasies which offer heavenly delights while playing devilish games on the playgrounds of lust. These are those high risk, high reward ventures that accompany horny-induced, poor judgment. Sometimes these fantasies lead to regrets. But occasionally these fantasies leave behind smoldering embers of burning lust that can fuel one's naughty thoughts for a long time.

Last Friday was such a time; I am still horny as I reflect back on what happened.

I was sitting in our family room where we usually watch TV. I was seated in my chair across the room from where wifey was spread out on the couch. She was watching some home and gardening show as I tapped away on my laptop. My computer work appeared to her to be nothing more than my catching up on emails.

With the back side of the lid of my laptop facing her, I had no worries about the fact that I was actually engrossed in naughty chat at my favorite sex chat site. I had connected with a fellow horny husband who loved talking dirty about his wife, appropriately going by the nickname "FuckMyWife".

As our chat unfolded, I learned that he not only enjoyed dirty talk about his wife, but he had a desire to show me some pictures of her. Like any other guy, I enjoy my share of good porn. But, there is something extra special about real pictures of real women that are shared by their husbands. 

Anyhow, we transferred our chat to yahoo to enable him to easily share some pictures with me. Our chat began to take a direction that was guided by our interactions over the pictures he shared. 

She was in her early thirties. Her brunette hair hung down to her shoulders. Her body was hot. Looked to be about 5-6ish... probably in the 140's... and tits that had to be D-cups or better. 

The first two or three pictures "FuckMyWife" revealed to me were of her fully dressed, albeit sexy as hell. The first was of her standing with the refrigerator door open as she reached for something. She was in a pair of shorts and a tank top. Her shorts hugged her ass and her tank top clung tight to her body, providing a wonderful profile of her curves.

As I chatted and enjoyed the view, I was of course sitting in the same room as my wifey. She had no idea what I was doing. As she watched her TV show, she laid comfortably on the couch utterly unaware of what my eyes and mind were doing.

The other two pictures were of his wife in a Halloween costume. She was dressed up as Little Bo' Peep. A blue and white checkered skirt barely covered her white-panty covered ass. The little blue overall top with shoulder straps was a tight fit. The white top underneath had a plunging neckline. The combination left my eyes crawling over her as I zoomed in on the picture to give me a more detailed look. She was braless. Her nipples were showing through the thin white fabric. Her breasts were being pushed up by the form-hugging overalls top. She was quite the sight!

Our chat began to explore the fantasy of what I would do if she came to my front door for some trick-or-treating. As our chat intensified, my mind began to devour his wife's image. 

Meanwhile, my wifey began to get sleepy on the couch. She had already slipped into her evening wear, relaxing on the couch in just a tee and panties. As I tapped away on my keyboard, feverishly fueling my lust for Little Bo' Peep, wifey faded away. I discreetly tugged my shorts down so I could wriggle my cock free, the laptop protecting me from any possibility of wifey seeing if she happened to arouse from her nap and look in my direction.

I continued to explore my chat buddy's wife as he sent another picture. This one almost made me gasp out loud when I got my first glimpse. She stood with both straps of her overalls undone and the plunging neckline of that sheer white top unbuttoned to her belly button. I could see the inner curves and flesh of her tits as her top pulled back from her cleavage.

As I felt my cock twitch, I squirmed to get more comfortable. I glanced at wifey now and then, making sure she was sleeping and I was still in the clear. 

Then a funny thing happened as my eyes shifted back and forth between Little Bo' Peep on my screen and my wifey on the couch. I noticed that the way wifey was laying on her side, her tits were nearly falling out of her tee! The stimulation of that vision added to my lusty fantasy of Little Bo' Peep got the precum oozing!

My chat with "FuckMyWife" had advanced to the stage that our shared fantasy had her playing with a tootsie roll along her panties, wedging it between the impression of her slit. Then she slipped that candy stick under her panties and wetted it with her pussy nectar. She pulled the tootsie roll out from under her panties and lifted it to her tits. Using it like a felt pen, she traced a letter over her left nipple.

.... F ....

My eyes strained to zero in on wifey across the room. I could see the upper edge of her nipple slipping out of her tee.

"FuckMyWife" moved forward in a lusty rhythm that ached to expose his wife more fully to my eyes as Little Bo' Peep returned the tootsie roll to her pussy and then lifted it again to her tit. She added another letter over her left nipple.

.... U ....

I sensed the direction of our chat, although it was evolving in real time and seemed to be taking on a life of its own. My laptop screen had a window on the right with the scroll of our hot chat and a window on the left with the delicious vision of Little Bo' Peep.

My eyes darted back and forth between the chat and the picture, then shifted to the view of my wifey on the couch. 

.... C ....

The mix was seamless; that of the chat with "FuckMyWifey", the picture of his wife dressed up (or undressing) as Little Bo' Peep, and my view of my wifey laying on the couch with her breasts tantalizing as they fell out of her tee. There was also a lusty mix of me drooling with my mouth open and leaking precum from my hard cock.

.... K ....

My mind envisioned that fully spelled word glistening on Little Bo' Peep's left tit. I was utterly invested in our naughty chat. But I was also intensely engaged in the view of wifey as she shifted on the couch. I tensed up, fearing that she might open her eyes and bring pause to my naughty fantasy. But, things actually took a turn for the better!

As she shifted, it caused her tee to not only ride up her hip to reveal her silky, pink panties, but it also pushed her amazing breasts even more into view! Her 36c breasts were amazing, topped by large, round, light, pink nipples that rivaled the diameter of a tennis ball. 

I told "FuckMyWife" what a turn-on it was to have the dual views. His reply begged that he might be included. Suddenly, my mind took on a naughty thought that was so surprising to me that I literally shook from head to toe for a brief instant. As I wrestled with that thought, "FuckMyWife" continued to progress our chat. He moved Little Bo' Peep's hand over her other breast with that dripping wet tootsie roll. 

.... M ....

My mind superimposed the fantasy of "FUCK" traced over the flesh of her breast in the picture as his words traced the next letter. My eyes drank in the view of my wifey's breast on the couch even as my mind dared to entertain that surprising and naughty thought.

The line between my fantasy lust for Little Bo' Peep and wifey was so blurred that their images mixed together. I trembled as I considered what would have been unthinkable to me at any other time. It was definitely a lust-triggered, judgment-impaired moment.

I reached to the table next to my chair and picked up my cellphone. I toggled the switch to silent mode. I flipped open the camera ap. 

.... E ....

My cock throbbed at those fantasy words glistening over Little Bo' Peep's tits. "FUCK ME" had never been so arousing! 

I zoomed my phone-cam in on my wifey, making sure to get a view of her from the neck to knees. It would protect her identity, but fully expose to my chat-buddy her breasts and panties.

.... CLICK ....

Within moments, I had sent the pic to him. 

Our chat didn't last much longer. 

Naughty Little Bo' Peep and my exposed wifey asleep was more than we had bargained for. 

As wifey laid sleeping, exposed yet so angelic on the couch across the room from me, I softly and silently jerked off to the combination of all that naughty chat had conceived. 

I fucked Little Bo' Peep.

I fucked my wifey.

And "FuckMyWife" enjoyed them both as well.



Fantasy Chronicles #07



It was the second week of July. A scorching heat wave had baked our region for nearly a week. Folks retreated to wherever they could find relief. Swimming pools, the malls, movie theaters; anywhere that could keep them cool.

Wifey asked if I would go shopping with her; a trip to Costco was in order. Although I could list at least a dozen other things I would prefer to do with my Saturday afternoon, I smiled and said, "Sure." I love my wife. Although I love my wife, that does not mean that my mind is numb nor my eyes are blind to the never ending flow of sexual stimulation that bombards me. A trip to Costco on a hot, summer day would have its, um, perks.

My favorite perk was wifey herself. Modest, yet amazingly sexy, she was unashamed to head out in a pair of shorts that were comfortable for her and a great view for me; and countless other men whose minds and eyes were also alive and well. It always gave me a secret, naughty rush at the thought of how many men those shorts lured into trying to figure out if the fabric impression over her crotch was just the natural seam of the shorts or a sexy revelation of her married slit. Not to mention the stares that would unceasingly be bearing down on her ass where those red cotton shorts hugged her form in a way that dared men to find her panty lines. 

She also was wearing a white tank top with a bra underneath that offered her breasts, which needed little help to begin with, a lift that made me want to reach under her tank top and fondle her for hours. I could imagine the thoughts others might have of her. 

But I have no interest in sharing her. I am not one who takes delight in the idea of "slutifying" my wife in some cuckold perversion. She's mine, all mine. I have absolutely no intentions of ever sharing her. The same can be said about cheating. I don't cheat. I won't cheat. 

Now, when it comes to me not cheating, where reality takes a stand, my fantasies definitely ignore the boundaries. Admittedly my mind plays. Of course, I am not a freak. My guess is that I am typical. All guys do it. I am perhaps in a minority of men who do it, but never verbalize about it and certainly never act out on it. It is part of the deal that comes with not cheating. 

As we drove to the store, I enjoyed the repeated glances I had of wifey as she sat in the car next to me. Those amazing 36c breasts full and ripe had a perky jiggle, both under her tank top as well as the flesh that was exposed above the tempting, "u-curve" neckline of her tank top. Her inviting, creamy, white flesh was dazzling to my eyes. Adding to my swelling lust was the private knowledge I had of what was discreetly covered under her top and bra; those huge, light, pink nipples that I often sucked until I could suck no more. 

By the time we arrived at the store and I grabbed a cart, my lust was in full bloom. I was about to enter a buffet of bodies on display. My wifey was not the only woman dressed in summer wear to beat the heat. By the time I had pushed our cart through the large, warehouse entrance, my eyes had already been entertained by a parade of attractive bodies randomly on display. 

As wifey and I zigzagged aisle by aisle, my eyes discreetly darted with horny intentions from one woman to the next. The mix of forbidden fruit daring my eyes to look, and wifey's body mine to enjoy but not at that moment, tormented me as I squirmed to keep my hard cock discreetly positioned in my shorts. 

In the produce area, I leaned against our parked cart as wifey lingered over the choices of fruit. This gave me a chance to watch as others exited the extremely cold side-room where products were kept that required temperatures in the 40's. We all know what the sudden contrast of cold air does to most women's nipples. I positioned myself to take inventory of each pair that passed my way, working on the lust-formulas that all men have stored in our minds which we use to calculate the size and features of a women's nipples, ably using just the small fraction of data made available to our eyes.

I was delighted, albeit mildly surprised, at the number of braless women on display. Wifey rarely went braless in public, unless she was in formal wear or swimwear. So it always surprised me at how free some women felt to let their tits jiggle freely. Delighted. Mildly surprised. Definitely NOT complaining.

Wifey waved me over to her. I pulled myself away from my grandstand viewing of "nipples on display" and pushed our cart over to her. She pointed to a crate mixed with apples and oranges and asked me to load them in our cart. Then as she guided our cart towards a pallet box loaded with watermelons, in her adorable, innocent naiveté she said to me, "help me find a couple of good melons."

I couldn't help but crack a sly smile and muffle a snicker that she understood to be my raunchy interpretation of her choice of words. She met my reaction with a frown and glare as if to say, "Give me a break and just pick out a couple good ones!" She walked away, leaving me to my task, as she gave me a shrug that either meant "whatever" or "look at MY melons." I chose to believe the latter.

As I examined the watermelons, my eyes were greeted by the young, married woman on the other side of the watermelon pallet. She was thumping her finger on one watermelon, and then another, trying to discern which might be the sweetest and ripest. Then, upon making her choice, I froze as I watched her lean over to cradle the watermelon she had chosen and lift it to her cart. As she bent over, her mid-twenties, huge, married breasts dangled into view as her top hung low enough for my eyes to see past her breasts and to her abdomen. 

I pretended to focus on the melons my hand was pretending to be examining. The fact was my focus was on the melons I could only fantasize my hands could examine. I saw it all. Full breast curves, dark nipples, swaying flesh. It was three or four seconds of complete exposure that made the entire shopping trip worth my time.

After freezing and admiring her, I noticed she was fumbling with the heavy watermelon. I politely and kindly stepped towards her and disarmingly offered to help. With a look of relief on her face she thanked me and stepped back. 

"This one?" I asked as I pointed to the melon I was pretty sure she had been fumbling with. 

"Yes please." She giggled nervously and said, "Usually my husband handles the melons, but he is at work."

"No problem" I said, teased by her unintended, double-meaning. My hands lifted the watermelon to her cart. At the very same time, my mind entertained the fantasy of my hands lifting her melons to my mouth. I set the watermelon down in her cart and appropriately stepped away.

"Thank-you very much" she said as she turned her cart and began to roll away from me. I just smiled and nodded, deciding an unspoken gesture was safer than trusting any spoken words that might escape my mouth. I am good at compartmentalizing... but the thoughts of fondling her melons was brushing up against the line of reality.

I watched as she pushed her cart, enjoying a fleeting view of her young-married-ass packed inside a pair of jeans that certainly would make her hubby proud. 

In reality, she disappeared into the crowd of cart-pushing customers. But in my mind, I invited her into the corner of that cold side-room. She followed.

Our carts met in the corner where the stacks of products curved, leaving a little corner of floorspace tucked out of sight. Our eyes met as she smiled at me. I allowed my eyes to reveal to her the line I traced from her eyes, down her face and to her amazing tits.

She nervously quivered. With her hand on the front bar of her cart, she turned her back to the cart and pointed her breasts at me where I was tucked away in that corner. 

She was such a slut. Begging me to touch her. Daring me to feel the full flesh of her busty tits. I did not disappoint her. I was careful to not be seen as I curled my hands under the lower curve of her tits. I could feel the fabric of her tank top brush along her braless flesh. I squeezed and pinched her nipples as I expertly navigated through her tank top. 

I pulled back for a brief instant as a couple shuffled nearby. As soon as they moved out of view, I again fondled her. This time, I dared to run my hand under her top so I could feel the warm flesh of her breasts. I glanced around, timed my opportunity perfectly and with one hand lifted her top just over one breast as I leaned in to give it just a two-second slurp, locking my mouth around that hard nipple and sucking hard.

I flopped her tit out of my mouth and dropped my hands to my side, lifting my face away from her. I could not afford to linger more than a second or two in such a public spot, even if we were being careful. 

She shoved me further back into the corner. With a car-jacker's impulse, she plunged her hand down my shorts and wrapped her hand around my throbbing cock. I was utterly shocked at this move. I did not even have time to react. I stood there as she tugged my cock three times only, then slipped her hand back out of my shorts. 

She smiled and leaned in to whisper in my ear, "You feel like you would be a great fuck. Too bad we had to meet like this."

And with that, she turned around and walked away, pushing her cart out of view. It was a moment of torture!

I was jerked back to reality when wifey returned to me at our cart parked next to the box of watermelons. The balance of our shopping and the wait in line to checkout was interminably long as my body ached to take wifey in my hands and do unspeakable things to her. 

As we unloaded our cart into the back of our SUV, I couldn't wait to get her inside. The minute we shut the doors, I leered at her and brazenly fumbled my hand under her tank top as I kissed her. "Nice melon" I playfully said to her.

She smiled, holding her hand over her top so that nobody passing by our vehicle would be able to even suspect that I was fondling her. "Let's get home and see how sweet the melon tastes to you."

I bantered back, "I hear melons are especially sweet with a little bit of pussy honey on 'em." Wifey blushed. 

As I backed out of our parking space, I saw the young married woman pushing her cart to her car. My secret lusts for her spiked as I considered the connection between her and wifey. Fantasy and reality. Imagination and hands-on experience. 

When we arrived home, we unloaded the SUV quickly. Then we shared in a wonderful melon sharing snacktime, complete with that pussy honey. Melons . . . 



Fantasy Chronicles #08



Sometimes wifey and I dare to play games that excite us. These are infrequent ventures that only happen when we both agree to them. Almost always we are far from home where we would not expect to cross paths with anyone who would know us. 

We played one such game while we were vacationing at a popular resort in Cabo San Lucas. We had returned to our condo after lunch and were thinking about taking a nap. I was horny. As I tried to get something started, wifey suggested that perhaps we first play a "sexy" game as she liked to call them. I NEVER said no to those offers!

We established the rules and procedures for our game. As usual, we made the rules up as we went along, kind of figuring it out along the way. We agreed that our game would be that we would take a walk along the beach, hand in hand. For every person we passed, we would share a kiss. It was a random way to legislate kisses. 

Wifey was wearing a pair of shorts over her bikini bottoms, and a top that certainly agreed with her 36c tits. I was wearing a pair of shorts and a tee shirt. The first couple we passed made us both giggle as I leaned in gave wifey a kiss, then another one. She kidded me saying, "one couple, two kisses... taking the one kiss per person literally, aren't we?"

I laughed and said, "Of course!" The kisses we exchanged were decent and appropriate for public viewing. Nothing that would make mothers cover the eyes of their children. 

After a few more kisses, I laughed as I started my sentence with the phrase we had used all too many times in many of our previous games. "New Rule."

She giggled. "What?"

"Simple kiss on the lips if whoever we walk past is average. Full kiss if whoever we walk past is sexy."

Wifey clarified her understanding of my new rule. "So, if we pass a guy, it is MY call, right?"

"Right" I nodded. "And girls are my call."

"Fair enough" she said. 

The next seven kisses we exchanged increasingly blended with giggles as we shared simple kiss after simple kiss. I mockingly said, "Oh sure, now the hotties disappear." 

But the law of averages soon balanced out. A young couple approached, both registering as sexy and hot on our respective radars. As we passed them, I met wifey's open mouth with mine. We kissed, lingered for a moment, then kissed again.

A threesome of surfers waded out of the water, surfboards tucked under their arms. Wifey smiled at me and kissed me as her tongue flicked at mine. She pulled back and playfully said, "That's one." 

She kissed me again, her tongue danced with mine. "That's two" she chirped. Then she added another kiss that picked up where the previous one had left off. "And that's three" she slurped in my ear. 

We continued our game for our entire walk. We turned back towards our condo after about 20 minutes. The return trip delivered a steady stream of opportunities to keep the kisses flowing. 

One of the side benefits of this game was the transparency it allowed me to admit when I thought a girl was hot. This is dangerous ground, as any husband can attest to. The game somehow made it permissible and safe. 

Of course, what is good for the goose is good for the gander! My mouth was greeted with more than one of her kisses that seemed to have extra desire behind it. I knew exactly who inspired those kisses. The connection was naughty.

Wifey is fully aware that I love great tits. Of course, hers are the greatest in the world in my opinion. So all the other "great tits" rank somewhere down the list. But I certainly got an eyeful of some worthy competition on our walk back to the condo. Needless to say, wifey felt extra desire behind those kisses.

By the time we had made our way back to the condo, our game had hardened my cock and wetted her pussy to the point that we were ready to fuck the second we crossed the threshold of the doorway. 

I pushed her up against the wall as I leaned into her and kissed her, but now able to unleash my hands to roam freely. I fondled her tits over her bikini top for about five seconds before I greedily untied the strings and flipped it off of her body. We never stopped kissing as I did that.

As I felt her hands cup the fabric of my shorts to feel the bulge of my cock, my hands slid down from her bare breasts and wiggled her shorts down over her hips. As she wiggled free of her shorts, she made sure to grind her body against mine, only her bikini bottoms left clinging to her flesh. 

As I kept her pinned against the wall, still in a continuous state of passionate kissing, I lifted her arms over her head and pressed my bulge as firmly as possible against her pussy tucked just behind that sheer layer of fabric composing the triangular, bikini bottoms hanging from the strings tied at her hips. 

As she wriggled her arms free and reached down to pull my shirt over my head, we took our first break from the nonstop kissing we had shared since stepping inside the door. Her wet, sloppy mouth whispered in my ear, "I know which kiss was the hottest for you."

As she flipped my shirt to the floor, we kissed again. As our tongues swirled and danced, I moaned at both the pleasure of our kisses and the sassy, tone of her suggestive comment. I gasped for air as I pulled back from kissing for a brief instant and said, "Which kiss?"

Whichever kiss she had deemed the hottest could not have compared to the next one as I dove in like a pelican breaking the surface of the ocean water to capture its prey. I sucked her tongue as she opened her mouth and I tugged it into the open. I loudly slurped and bobbed on her tongue similar to the motion she used when she bobbed her sweet, married mouth on my cock. 

She pulled away for a moment, just to answer my question. "The kiss that went with that busty, coed in the yellow, one-piece." Our mouths again met as I digested her statement and reckoned with not only the truth of it, but at the reality of how well she knew me. 

The girl in the yellow, one-piece indeed was an amazing view. Her swimsuit appeared to be painted onto her body. The fabric took every shortcut possible, exposing her flesh in every which way. The fabric itself clung to her body, revealing every vital area of interest that left little to the imagination. Her firm, ripe, curvaceous, college-girl body was fitting of the coveted 36-24-36 measurements. And her hard nipples poking out were the frosting on the cake. 

As wifey's comment reminded me of that amazing body, I felt her hands fumble with my shorts and yank them down. I eagerly assisted her so that I was quickly standing naked, my hard cock pointed straight at her. As I leaned in to kiss her again, my erect cock slid against her so that my cockhead pointed up at her breasts, creasing her abdomen with lusty force. 

My fingers slithered near her hip until they found a dangling string from her bikini bottoms and gave a quick tug. She swiveled her hips as her bikini fell away and her wet pussy finally made contact with my body. I felt her smooth, wet pussy lips grind against my balls. 

"Oh fuck, baby!" I blurted out as she wiggled like a pole-dancer gone wild. 

When wifey got this hot, there was no telling what she would do or say. It was an uncommon peak of sexual desire that was a treat to experience with her. Sure enough, she caught me off guard.

She pulled back from our kiss and pierced my eyes with hers as she seemed to dare me to admit the hidden truth as she questioned me. "Which baby you thinking of fucking?"

I was mildly surprised to hear her use the word "fuck", a very uncommon piece of vocabulary for her. But I was shocked to hear her use it in a way that hinted at something so forbidden and naughty! It took my breath away.

She prodded me again, this time while she lifted one leg up and wrapped it around me, pulling her now spread open pussy into position for my cock to penetrate it. "Your hard cock wants us both, doesn't it?"

I knew what she wanted to hear. She wanted to hear me clearly and decisively tell her "no" and that she was the only woman for me. That she was tempting me to admit something different was of course tantalizing since the image of that ripe, young body in the yellow, one-piece was anything but a consolation prize!

I could choose Option A, which was to declare my unwavering devotion to her and fuck her silly. Option B was to admit that perhaps the body under that yellow, one-piece could make for an exciting threesome... and then hope to fuck wifey silly. 

I might have been horny in that moment. The images of that sexy coed may have been dancing in my mind's eye. I might have considered the fact that since wifey brought the idea up that it was safe for me to admit to. But I knew better. Indeed, I had something better.

I had a hot wifey who knew how to get me going and was an incredibly hot fuck. I had her devotion and loyalty and willingness to arouse me with things that were edgy, yet safe because of our mutual commitment to each other. She was faithful... so was I. Option B was fool's gold. I was no fool!

I slithered my cockhead between her wet folds as I lifted her other leg up so that she had both legs wrapped around my waist. Her back was still pinned against the wall as my hands settled under her ass and sifted her to fit down over my cock. As she took my cock deeper and deeper, I first kissed her with a kiss deeper than anything yellow, one-piece had inspired. I moved her body up and down on my cock as our kiss lingered.

Then finally, with a lusty exhale that filled her ears with the sweet music of faithfulness, even as my cock filled her pussy with the sweet, warm flow of my cum, I groaned in her ear the words she wanted to hear and that I wanted to say.

"YOU baby. ONLY you."

It was a great game, a great fuck, and a great decision.