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His Fantasy

By: Saoirse



Baron – this one is for you My Lover. If only I could make all your dreams come true. Love Sao xx

Isobel had been planning this afternoon for the past few weeks, and wanted everything to be perfect. It was a year to the day that herself and Peter had first got together, when they had both realised that the online friendship they had shared for the previous few months had become something more. He had said something that he was afraid had offended her and sent flowers to her office the next morning. For both of them it had become a watershed and they had quickly come to a place where they could no longer deny how they felt.

She smiled to herself as she got out of the shower, remembering how cautious they both were and yet how alive this new relationship had made them both feel. They had come a long way from those days of being an online couple. They now spoke several times a day on the phone and met as often as they could, grabbing a few precious hours together where they could relax and indulge themselves in the love making they so passionately indulged themselves in online.

So, here it was a year later, and Isobel was determined to make the day as special as she could for him. She had arranged for him to meet her for the afternoon in the penthouse suite of the new hotel in town, overlooking the bay. She had spent the morning in the hotel's beauty and hairdressing salons and she now stood naked in front of the mirror appraising herself. Her normally pale skin was tanned lightly, her nails manicured and polished, her wavy hair dried straight the way he liked it, her breasts were full yet firm and her pussy bare, waxed smooth and soft.

Softly humming to herself she rubbed Ralph Lauren Romance body oil over her body, her fingers lingering over her breasts and pussy as she anticipated his mouth and fingers caressing her. Glancing at the clock she knew he would have left the office and would be on his way to her. She slipped into the outfit she had bought specially for today, and then slipped a long black silk robe over it to cover the surprise. A final squirt of Romance perfume and she was ready.

As if right on cue, she could hear Peter's key in the door. A last glance in the mirror and an adjustment of the robe, Isobel smiled broadly as the door opened, and Peter came in, his arms full of freesias and clutching a bottle of champagne. "Happy Anniversary Sweetheart" he beamed as he handed her the flowers, kissing her softly and as usual admiring how she looked and smelt. Putting the flowers aside she moulded herself into his open arms and they held each other closely. Knowing that if they stayed like that much longer they would end up devouring each other right away and ruin her surprise, Isobel pulled away gently and suggested that he open the champagne. 

Peter threw his jacket over the back of a chair, took off his tie, loosened his shirt collar and wandered over beside her to look out at the magnificent view from the window. Popping open the bottle of champagne and pouring a glass for each of them, he stood behind Isobel, his arms around her, kissing the top of her head, murmuring into her ear and nibbling on the nape of her neck. She leaned back into him not speaking, not wanting to break the moment, her eyes closed, a happy contented look on her face. "Here's to us my Darling, and to many more years of togetherness" he whispered into her hair, as they both relished the shared memories.

A soft knock on the door disturbed them as the bell boy entered with the lunch she had ordered earlier. They chatted easily as they ate lunch, she had ordered light salads for both of them, hers with chicken and his with fish. They both always enjoyed the build up over lunch, the teasing, the eye contact, the knowledge that they were both hungry for each other and knowing that the afternoon was theirs to indulge in each others bodies.

As Isobel crossed her legs at the table, her robe fell open to reveal a pair of black high heeled shoes and black thigh high, lace top stockings. "God, you have gorgeous legs" Peter sighed, watching her as she seductively crossed and then uncrossed her legs, enjoying his reaction. Peter felt his cock react instantly as he once again fell under her spell. In the meantime Isobel stood up from the table and let her robe slip to the floor. As Peter poured more champagne he glanced up at her and gasped. "Oh my God Isobel" was all he could muster... "Oh my God!" 

She stood in front of him wearing a black pvc laced up corset, her nipples protruding through the cups, a black crotchless pvc thong, a black pvc suspender belt with black stockings and high heeled black shoes. Her demeanour changed as suddenly as she had dropped her robe. No longer the loving, playful sex kitten, she had become a tiger in full control, her eyes flashing, her stance confident and sexy. For this afternoon she was living one of his fantasies for him and had become his Domme.

Isobel moved to the bed and sat on the edge legs crossed, and smiled at him sexily. "Stand up Peter" she commanded, watching him as he got to his feet, "now, strip!! I want you naked. I want to see how much you want me." Peter eagerly undid his shoe laces and kicked his shoes off, pulling his socks off as he did so. He fumbled with his belt and zip on his pants but soon they were on the floor too. Eager to be naked for her he pulled his shirt over his head and finally pulled his black silk boxers down over his now throbbing erection, watching as threads of pre-cum clung to the material.

"Now, lie down on the bed face down" Isobel instructed, admiring his body as he did so. She leaned over him and placed a blindfold over his eyes, despite his protests that he wanted to see her. Reaching into the bedside locker she pulled out a wrist cuff and deftly caught his right wrist and tied it to the bed head. She did the same with his other wrist and then moved down the bed to cuff his ankles. "Oh Baby" he murmured, caught up in the most exquisite feelings, "you have nooooo idea what you are doing to me"! In reply Isobel ran her hands along his back whispering "you ain't seen nothing yet Lover!"

Reaching under the bed, Isobel pulled out her new riding crop she had bought just for today. Kneeling between his outstretched legs she lightly flicked the crop against his ass cheeks. He flinched as she brought the crop down on his ass several times, each time a little harder than before. Groaning he gasped that she was making him so hard, it stung, but fuck it was hot! In reply Isobel raised the crop and again brought it down sharply on his ass. Watching his reaction and seeing how turned on he was getting only served to turn Isobel on more. She could feel the moistness of her pussy and her nipples were protruding like hard buds from her tight pvc top.

Easing back on the spanking and smiling to herself as she saw how red his ass was, she reached for her bottle of Romance body oil. Pouring some onto her hands, she began massaging his shoulders, working her way steadily back to his ass. She stopped the massage when she reached his butt and leaned over him, softly kissing his cheeks. Her mouth kissed and licked and nibbled at his bum, while her hands began to probe at his asshole. Pulling his cheeks gently apart Isobel ran her tongue along his crack, working her way from his heavy balls to his anus and back again. Peter was groaning and pulling at the cuffs which restrained him. 

"Oh God Baby, I need to fuck you, fuckkkkkkkk I am soooo hard!" Begging her only served to prolong the game Isobel was playing with him, as she gently let some oil drip into his ass. Using her fingers she massaged the oil into his tight hole, her fingers easily sliding in and out.

She stood up then and walked over to the locker. Peter could hear her moving around the room but was unsure what she was doing. He then felt her hands on his feet, freeing him from the ankle cuffs. With another crack of the whip across his ass, she commanded him to get up on all fours, with his hands still restrained and his eyes still covered.

Watching him as he manoeuvring himself into position, Isobel could see how hard his cock was. His balls looked so heavy and his cock looked ready to explode at any time. Isobel climbed onto the bed behind him and positioned herself between his legs the way he had done with her many times. "Oh Jesus" was all Peter could manage to utter as he slowly began to realise that she was going to act out one of his fantasies that he had told her about a long time ago. He had been almost embarrassed while telling her about it, but she found herself extremely turned on by the idea and had vowed to herself that someday she would make it happen for him.

She adjusted the harness she had secretly slipped on, and bending over him gently pushed the tip of the strapon dildo against his anus. Increasing the pressure slightly she pushed a little harder into him, then a bit more, then a bit more. His ass was well lubricated from the oil and she felt the dildo push through his tight ring with only slight resistance. Peter was gasping, groaning, his hands still cuffed and tied to the headboard. Isobel watched as the dildo slid completely into his ass, smiling to herself that it was now she who was fucking him, not the other way around! 

Keeping up a steady rhythm Isobel fucked Peter's ass with the dildo. She slid one hand underneath to cup his balls and to grasp his cock for a moment. "Oh God Peter" she groaned, "you are so fucking hard and wet." Pushing herself further into him, Isobel put both hands on his hips, driving the dildo deep into him in long hard thrusts. In return Peter pushed back into her, completely lost in the erotic world she had created for him. Isobel thrust the dildo deep into him, both of them in a shared world of pure abandonment, her breasts pressing against his back. She was practically climbing up his back, the fake cock buried so deep in his ass, her fingers clawing at his skin, driving it in further and deeper. "Oh Christ Isobel" he screamed, "I am going to cum. FUCK I can feel my cock about to blow, oh fuck don't stop, its cumming, I'm sooooo close, yesssss, oh fuckkkkkkkkkk Isobelllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll!. YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!"

Isobel felt his entire body tense and buck underneath her as Peter's orgasm crashed over him. Wave after wave of intense pleasure struck him as his cock exploded onto the bed, blasting reams of hot sticky cum onto the sheets. As his body shuddered and trembled with the force of his orgasm, Isobel slowly eased back with the dildo. Sliding it completely from him, she uncuffed his hands and took the blindfold from his eyes. Rolling over onto his side, and gasping to catch his breath he caught his first glimpse of her wearing the harness. "Oh Isobel, Baby" he whispered, "you look so incredibly sexy and you are so damn hot! Come here Woman!" Unstrapping the harness and letting it fall to the floor, Isobel climbed onto the bed beside him, collapsing into his arms as he completely wrapped himself around her. They lay there for a while, whispering, sipping their champagne, enjoying the closeness they shared, both completely contended.

After a while Peter leaned over Isobel to kiss her, softly running his hands down her face and through her hair. He kissed all around her face as one hand reached to pull on her nipples the way he knew she loved. Pulling on each nipple, gently twisting and pinching each of them, he felt her body arching into him. Her eyes had that glazed look that she got when she was aroused, and leaving her face he took each nipple into his mouth to suck and bite on. His hand roamed down her stomach, over her suspender belt and thong to the open crotch. His fingers easily slid around her soaking slit as she gasped and grabbed his hair with her hands. He adored her pussy and could spend hours licking and kissing it, being turned on by her taste and scent.

She lay on the bed, her legs bent at the knees and open, his fingers stroking her clit and diving deep inside her, his mouth devouring her nipples. Moving down the bed to kneel between her legs, he grabbed a pillow and placed it under her ass. In one expert movement he was tonguing her, his tongue circling her clit, his fingers pressed deep into her hot tight cunt. By now Isobel's head was thrashing from side to side, as she panted and moaned in ecstasy. Peter continued to lick and suck on her clit, up along her slit and then into her pussy, while pushing his fingers further and deeper into her. Her cunt was eager for him and felt so hot and wet. Her juices were all over his mouth and chin and he loved how she tasted. He lapped at her peehole, knowing that it would drive her wild. She clamped her stockinged legs around his head and thrust her open pussy upwards towards his face, sliding it up and down. Gasping for release she pulled at her own nipples as Peter continued to drive her towards the edge.

"Peterrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr" she screamed as she felt her orgasm exploding, "Peteeeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr... I love youuuuuuuuuuuu, Oh fuckkkkkkk.. Oh God, yesssssssssssssssssssssssssssss!" Her body shook and quivered, her throat and face flushed from the power of her orgasm. With a few lingering loving kisses on her pussy, Peter slid back up the bed to wrap her back up in his arms and hold her. Gently throwing the sheet over both of them he held her tight and as they both started to fall asleep, kissed the top of her head and whispered "I love you Isobel."

His Fantasy



My wife and I have many times discussed our fantasies and of course mine are always kinky. After such discussions we are both heated and ready. One such fantasy of mine is my love of watching and being involved with her and another man. I love to watch her take him into her mouth. She looks absolutely beautiful and hot with another mans dick in her mouth. I also love to watch her getting fucked by another dick. Her pussy is beautiful as it is but more so in this situation.

As the three of us are sitting and talking, all growing hotter by the minute, I finally break the ice and start talking about sex and how hot my beautiful wife is. My wife is very straight but has some kinky tendencies every now and again and I'm hopeful that this is one such moment. She responds and it is in our favor! 

As I slowly undress her our friend Eric is watching ever so intently. I motion for him to help and undress himself as I am doing at this moment. We start caressing her breasts, so soft and subtle. He can't help himself as he starts to suck and lick on her breast I follow suit as my wife puts her hands on the back of our heads in pleasure. Both Eric and I are teasing and fingering her beautiful and bald pussy working her breasts with our mouths as she starts to let loose with her moans of ecstasy. She starts to talk dirty, which is unusual for her, but pure sexy and hot to me. 

Eric starts down her belly to her treasure. Once there he works her pussy with his mouth and tongue as I move to her mouth with my manhood. She quietly but pleasurably let's out a "ohhh yes, eat my pussy!" This is just about to send my over the edge as she takes my manhood in her mouth. She's never sucked me this much passion, it feels so good. 

I watch as Eric starts to penetrate her love canal with is dick. Watching as it slides between those beautiful pussy lips, I start to leak heavily as my wife lets out "ohh god that feels so good, fuck me, I want to get fucked." Watching Eric pound my wife's pussy looks so good, so hot that I start to leak more and my hungry wife is sucking and lapping it all up. Eric responds to my wife's reaction and words with "your pussy feels good and I'm going to fuck you and your pussy good." After several minutes of his furious pounding of her pussy and an orgasm from her, he is about to let his load of love juice go. My wife pulls me out of her mouth and screams "give it to me, fill my pussy with your dick and juices, I want it, I want it all." With that said he did. Watching him spill his seed in her, his dick and balls twitching with every spurt, I was in heaven.

As he pulled out of her, his and her juices mixed, his dick shining from them, I become very aroused. I go down and start to eat her freshly fucked cum filled pussy and it tastes so good. She pulls the back of my head into her with her hands and quietly screams "eat my cum filled pussy." Surprisingly it tasted good as I eagerly suck and licked on her cream filled pussy and watched as she hungrily sucked on his dick. I stood and slipped my dick into her hot, wet, soft pussy. Her cum filled fucked pussy felt so wonderful. As I began to pump her pussy furiously I watched as she sucked Eric's dick, then she moved to his balls and expertly sucked on each as I fucked her pussy. My animalist fury was taking over as I watched her and felt her delicious pussy wrapped around my dick I couldn't stop myself, I took Eric's dick into my mouth and began to suck it. 

It felt and tasted pretty good to my surprise and fired my passions even more. It must have had the same effect on my wife as she told me to suck his dick, suck it good and enjoy it. All three of us were moaning in complete ecstasy as I fucked my wife, watched her suck Eric's balls like she was hungry, and she was, and I sucked his dick. I felt his dick spurt little hints of what was inside and eagerly accepted his gift. As his dick was getting harder in my mouth my own passions were about to explode as my wife screamed from yet another orgasm and screamed "fuck me, I want to fuck, I want to fuck both of you." With that I let my hot load of love juice go as she pulled me to her so it would go deep into her.

As I pulled out of her now very soaked pussy, Eric proceeded to go down on her and also eat her very cum filled pussy. He also loved the taste of all of our juices. As he came up he took my manhood into his mouth and began to suck me. It felt odd but good at the same time. My wife then positioned herself to suck on my balls and with this I was working another hard on. Eric pulled his hungry mouth off my dick and grabbed my wife by the hips and rolled her over into the doggie position and entered her pussy from behind. She was now more eager than ever to get fucked and she told us so. I sat back and watched the two of them go, my own passions completely out of control as I stroke my dick. She looked so hot and sexy getting fucked and the two of them together was almost too much. I slid to her mouth as she eagerly took my dick into her mouth and sucked it for all she could. 

After many minutes of her mouth and pussy getting fucked she had yet another orgasm and this was all it took to put Eric over the edge as he let another load of his seed spill into her pussy. She begged us for every drop we had as I rolled her over, laid her down and spread her beautiful legs. Slowly sliding my now rock hard dick into her now well fucked pussy, it felt so dam good, she can't possibly know how much I love the feel, how hot and sexy she looks and what a turn on it is for me to watch her receiving and giving total pleasure as she screamed "fuck me, please fuck me good, I want to get fucked and fucked good." I did my best to accommodate her wish as Eric has also. 

I fucked her as Eric positioned himself over her face and she accepted is tool into her mouth and sucked it with a fury. After a few minutes she pulled him out of her mouth and offered me a turn, which I gladly excepted as she was obviously excited at watching this. She had another orgasm, while I was working his dick with my mouth. She began to suck and lick his balls and with each ball she sucked he gave me a sample of their contents which I gladly accepted. I pulled out of my wife's pussy, rolled her on her side and entered her pussy again. Eric positioned himself to lick her pussy and my balls at the same time. This was something I have never felt before and it felt great, so great I could no longer contain myself and let loose with another load of cream for my wonderful wife and her hungry pussy. 

As I pulled out Eric took my manhood into his mouth and clean me dry. He then laid my wife on her back and once again entered her so well fucked pussy and fucked her with a fury. I sat back watching this wonderful sight. It was truly erotic to watch her with her legs spread getting fucked. She grabbed his head, pulled his lips to hers, then broke the kiss and begged him to fuck her and fuck her good. It was obvious that she wanted to fuck and we were her victims. He told her he wanted to fuck her and he was going to fuck her, and he did. I sit stroking my own dick, watching these two fuck with everything they have, as he is about to unload another package of pleasure in her hungry pussy I announce I too am ready and she pulled me to her and screamed to both of us to give it to her. 

If she only knew how aroused and turned on I get watching and participating in these mutual pleasures. I've also learned that Eric feels and taste pretty good. We all laid in exhaustion after this but within a few minutes Eric found the urge again and I obliged him by spreading my wife's beautiful pussy lips for him to enter. His dick felt nice sliding between my fingers into my wife's very hot, wet and well fucked pussy but she was ready for more and we gave it to her willingly. 



His Fantasy



His naked body quivered atop the satin sheets. Arms raised above him in handcuffs, he was not at liberty to do anything to warm himself. The black silk blindfold, which he was unaware matched the sheets perfectly, lent an air of suspense that even being shackled and naked could not fully reach. 

The bed gave way near his feet; someone had sat down to his right. 

"Baby? Is that you?" 

"Did I tell you that you could speak? I didn't give you permission, did I?" Before he could make another mistake, a finger touched his lips. He shook his head from side to side. "Good boy. Now, you only need to endure one punishment... for now." 

Cold fingers slid their way down his chest and stomach. He sucked in his abs reflexively to shy away from the cold touch. The fingers disappeared, only to arrive back seconds later on his mostly flaccid member. Swiftly, almost cruelly, a ring was placed at the base of his cock. 

"Now you're mine, darling. You can't come until I tell you that you can. And believe me, you will be begging me to let you before this night is over. Remember that, dear Roger. You are mine, and will do exactly as I tell you. If you're very good, I have a little surprise for you. But you have to be very, very good for me. Can you do that?" 

Roger answered with a nod. The ring was becoming tighter as Baby's speech progressed. He couldn't remember the last time he became aroused so quickly. Baby had remembered his fantasy of being dominated by a woman. Hopefully she would also remember that he didn't want to lose total control, and still wanted to act every bit the rutting male in the end. 

He could feel Baby coming closer to the head of the bed. Soon, her legs were straddling his raised arms. He could smell her sweetness directly above him. God, he wanted to reach with his tongue and find her clit, tease it and bring her to climax over and over. But as much as he wanted that, the thrill was that it was her call, not his. The blindfold and handcuffs attested to that. 

"You want this, don't you, darling?" Baby dropped herself an inch lower, letting her silky smooth pussy lips dance across his mouth. "You can't wait to lick this cunt. Say it. Say you want to lick my cunt." 

"I want to lick your cunt." He felt her shiver as his lips moved across hers. "Please, let me lick your sweet cunt." 

Roger felt her twist around. "My, you must be telling the truth. I don't think I've ever seen you so rock hard, darling. Maybe if you do a good job of licking my cunt, I'll even let you watch me fuck you. Would you like that, dear Roger? Would you like to watch me fuck you after you lick my cunt?" 

Listening to Baby talk so dirty made his rock hard dick spasm with delight. He nodded quickly, making his nose and mouth rub vigorously over Baby's most sensitive areas. She gasped with delight and nearly pulled away from him. Instead, she dropped down on his mouth with very little control. 

"Now, darling. Eat this pussy like you mean it. You've got five minutes to make me come, or you won't get your surprise later." 

Before she was even finished with her threat, Roger had stuck his tongue out as far as it would go. Deep into her moist folds, he began spelling out the alphabet with the fierceness of a man whose life depended on getting to Z in less than 30 seconds. He wished his hands weren't tied above him so that he could hold her still, but that was just one more thing that made all of this so incredibly alluring. He had no control; he couldn't fall back on his usual habits. Time to learn new tricks. 

Baby was moaning uncontrollably. She could barely keep herself upright and concentrate on the wonderful sensations that were coursing through her body. She nearly collapsed forwards as she grabbed a hold of the headboard. Then she shrieked with pleasure as Roger took the opportunity to suck her firm clit into his awaiting mouth. Pulling and teasing her with just the right amount of teeth, it was mere moments before the first strings of orgasm were plucked. 

"Don't stop, dear, don't stop! Oh yeah, oh god don't let go!" Baby flung herself backwards, her body bending to reach Roger's. Her clit was pulled with it, and Roger sucked and tugged to keep a hold of it. By the sound of Baby's screams, and the way her nails were digging into his sides, he had either succeeded in getting her to come, or had seriously hurt her. Not wanting to get in trouble either way, he relaxed his hold on her clit slightly, causing her to gasp at the change. 

Gasping was good. He tongued her button slowly, lifting his head slightly to make it easier. Judging by the way that Baby's fingers once again dug into his side, she was still enjoying herself. And since she hadn't told him to let go yet, he continued. Faster. 

"Oh," she whimpered as her love slave brought her close to her peak again. "Yeah, tongue my clit. Keep going. Don't stop until I come again. Don't stop 'til I come!" 

It didn't take long for Roger to bring her to orgasm again. Once he felt her body go rigid atop him, then felt her rake her fingers across his burning flesh, he knew he had her. One more quick lick for good measure, and he dropped his head back down. 

Baby, meanwhile, was trying to catch her breath. "Not bad, darling. Twice in under two minutes. I think you broke your own record on that one." She rolled off his stomach slowly, careful to avoid hitting the precious merchandise beneath her head. "You definitely earned both your reward and your surprise. Reward first, I think. This blindfold can come off for now while you watch me fuck you." 

Roger obediently lifted his head for her to untie the blindfold. He wondered briefly what she meant by "for now." As she untied the blindfold, she once again straddled him. This time was a little lower, and he could feel her moist pussy sliding across his abs. Instead of sucking them in against the coldness of her fingers, he tried to push out his stomach to press against her when he knew she was vulnerable and sensitive. 

"Naughty boy," she gasped as she removed the black silk. "Now I really must forbid you to come. Remember that, darling, no orgasm for you." She punctuated each word with a drag of her nails down his neck and pecks. Immediately after she was done saying so, she plunged her warm, wet pussy onto his cock. 

"Very naughty boy," she cried as she pumped herself up and down his pole. "I'm going to have to teach you a lesson. Once I'm done, the blindfold goes back on, and I'm leaving you here." Her words came farther and farther apart. She was gasping to get air between the breakneck pace she had set for herself. "Leaving, you, here, alone!" 

As hard as it was to believe, Baby had worked herself up to another incredible orgasm already. The fast and deep pace she had set left her quaking as her body jerked uncontrollably atop Roger once more. Her nails dug into his chest, her back bowed, and her head was thrown backwards as she cried out in ecstasy. She continued moving up and down, much slower now, as she tried to give her body a slight break before her next climax. 

Roger was enjoying seeing Baby sitting there, riding him like a racehorse. Her tits jiggled as she bounced on his cock, and he again wished his hands were free. How he wished he could grab those delicious tits and sink his fingers into them like she was sinking her nails into him. He struggled to get his wrists free, and even the senseless struggle made everything more intense and sexual. 

Not like having Baby riding his cock like a fiend wasn't sexual. 

"One more orgasm, darling. I just love feeling your hard dick inside me right now. One more orgasm, then you're here alone in the dark again." 

Baby leaned over and nibbled Roger's neck. His artery was throbbing, and she bit down on either side of it savagely. Roger hissed and bucked his hips in an attempt to throw her off of him. She moaned as he pushed even deeper and hooked her ankles underneath him, not letting him go back down. She did let go of his neck slowly, and began to bounce up and down in this slightly different position. 

"Be a good boy and let momma come," she whispered in his ear before trailing her tongue over it. Roger shivered at the wonderful sensation, and lifted his hips again, driving himself even deeper into her awaiting cunt. 

"Again," she pleaded, and he did as he was asked. "Again! Again!" Roger would thrust up, she would bring herself down, impaling herself on his rigid cock again and again. "Ahhh!" Roger thrust once more, deeper and harder and felt her quake above him. Baby collapsed onto his chest, unwrapping her legs from his and spreading herself out. 

"Not that I've had enough of you, darling, but I really think its time we got this blindfold back on you. I have to get your surprise." Once more, he obediently lifted his head as she tied the silk around him. She nibbled lightly on his neck where she had so recently brutalized him. "I'm leaving you alone, now. Don't worry, it won't be for too long." 

The bed shifted slightly as Baby got off of it. Roger wondered briefly how long it would take for her to get this surprise that she continued to hint at. He heard her leave the room. Seconds later, he tried jumping out of bed as he felt a tongue caress his still-hard dick. He wasn't sure if he wanted to call out Baby's name and hear her angry voice yell at him or wait and see if she had tricked him into thinking she had left and was going to give him a world-class blow job as his surprise. He had to risk it. 

"Baby?" 

"Shh," a whisper came from near his cock. "Don't let her hear you speak." 

That was not Baby's voice. 

But it was definitely a woman's. 

Baby had brought another woman in for him to play with. 

If it was at all possible, his cock got even harder at that thought. 

"Mmmm," the new woman moaned as she continued licking his dick. "I love cock." 

"Roger," Baby's voice came from somewhere near the doorway. "I see you've met Cami." Baby sat back down on the bed on the opposite side of where he now new Cami was. "Roger, say hello to our guest. Don't be rude, darling." 

"He, hello, Cami." It was difficult to think straight. Baby said she was leaving him alone, and instead he got yet another fantasy fulfilled - two women in one bed with him. And this one, it seemed, was very good at sucking cock. 

"Very good, Roger. Now, Cami is here to help me out. I want to see how good you are at following directions. Remember I said you couldn't come? That still holds true, darling. Here, let me take that pesky blindfold off so you can see our guest." 

Cami was almost the exact opposite of Baby. Baby was petite. Maybe five feet, skinny in an athletic way, and had gorgeous bright red hair. Cami was five feet eight, curvy in all of the right places with a light tan and dark brown hair. He couldn't get a good look at her face since it was going up and down his dick, but he could wait. Roger's had lolled back as Cami began using her tongue around the tip of his cock as she still had him mostly in her mouth. Skill, Cami had skill. 

"Now, Cami, don't hog it all." Baby admonished the other woman playfully. Cami pulled back slowly, and Roger lifted his head to see what was happening. "Let's share, shall we?" 

Ever so slowly, the two women began to lick up and down his dick, Cami on the left, Baby on the right. Two tongues circled around and around his hard cock, and he could tell where they met on the sides. Then, he nearly had to do a double take to make sure he was seeing things right, the two locked lips around his tip and began french kissing. A low moan escaped his throat as he watched them. 

"Baby, I think he likes watching us kiss." Cami said in a stage whisper. "Do you think he would like watching us do other things?" 

"Let's see, shall we? Dear Roger, please sit up. I know it will be a little difficult with your hands shackled behind you, but try. There you go. Now Cami and I have more room to play. Come here, Cami." 

Cami crawled over to Baby, her tits swaying gently under her. Baby pulled her onto her knees and pulled her head back by her hair. Looking directly at Roger, Baby grabbed one of Cami's breasts with her other hand, and then brutalized her mouth with a savage kiss. Cami whimpered demurely into Baby's mouth, keeping her hands at her sides in submission. Soon, Baby had Cami bent backwards, and her hand went from grabbing her breast to plunging in between her legs. 

"See how she begs for it, darling? Cami wants me to finger fuck her, doesn't she? Doesn't she?" Baby asked again as she pulled on her hair again. 

"Yes, Baby. Please finger fuck me." 

"Good girl. Now, look at Roger while I make you come. Let him see how much you're enjoying yourself." Baby inserted first one, and then another finger into Cami's already wet pussy. "You love getting finger fucked by me, don't you?" 

Three fingers were dancing inside Cami now, and Roger could see everything that Baby did. He was so hard, so ready to come, but the cock ring and his promise to Baby stopped him. He honestly didn't know which was stopping him more than the other. But god, he wished he could jerk off right now. Cami's panting, Baby's aggression, both of their naked bodies writhing mere inches away, all worked him up into a frenzy. 

Baby unwound her hand from Cami's hair, trailing it down her neck and cupping her tit instead. She lowered her mouth to the other, sucking the pert nipple into her mouth. Cami closed her eyes and savored every feeling that she could. The fingers dancing inside her, the hand squeezing her left tit, the mouth nibbling impatiently on the right. Who could forget the man tied to the bed watching everything? 

When Baby pushed the fourth finger into her cunt, stars exploded inside Cami's head. She arched her back and pulled her own hair as an orgasm unlike any she had ever experienced tore through her body. She didn't scream like Baby had earlier; instead she stopped breathing completely, as if the orgasm was so intense that her body forgot how to breathe. 

After Cami settled down, Baby lifted her head and smiled. She pulled out her fingers and crawled over to Roger. "Lick them, darling. Taste her sweet juices." Roger obediently sucked all four fingers into his mouth, one by one. Baby was right, they were very sweet juices indeed. 

"I have an idea. Roger, darling, why don't you sit back a little, there, like that. Cami, come forward. You're going to lick my clit while Roger fucks me. You won't mind, will you darling?" 

Both Cami and Roger said no very quickly. Baby smiled. "Excellent. Roger, I'm going to need a little help here." Baby tucked her legs beneath her and sat backwards on his cock. He thrust his hips forward to help her find the best angle. "Oh, good, darling. Good. Cami? Come lick momma's clit for her. Come suck me hard." 

Baby rocked back and forth on Roger's dick. He helped as best as he could with her weight on his hips, and was rewarded with her bending her head backwards for a kiss. He caught her moan as she felt Cami latch on to her throbbing clit. He let out a moan of his own as he felt Cami thrust two fingers inside Baby's pussy and begin to play with his cock. It was almost too much to bear. If he weren't wearing the cock ring, he would have shot a load of hot come right then and there. Instead, he felt Baby's pussy tighten around him as she was pulled over the brink again. 

But Cami wasn't letting up. As soon as Baby stopped pulsating from the one orgasm, Cami dug even more fingers in and began assaulting her clit again. Roger and Baby had stopped moving, letting Cami take them both to the brink of insanity. Then she pushed them off. 

"Enough," croaked Baby, nearly jumping off of Roger's dick. "Enough! Let me catch my breath. Cami, could you fuck Roger for me? Roger, don't even think about coming until I tell you to." 

Cami pushed Roger down so he was again lying on his back. Then, with infinite slowness, she eased her pussy down until she sheathed his cock entirely. She sighed as she felt her lips close around the base of his cock, and slowly slid down to lay on his chest. Cami's arms went over her head to snake up his, as if she were reaching for his hands to hold on to. Since she was just too small for that, she slowly caressed her way down and held on to the backs of his shoulders instead. Then, and only then, did she begin to slide up and down his shaft. 

Slowly, every so slowly, she began building up her orgasm. Each stroke she took sent ripples of pleasure throughout her body. Each ripple grew and surpassed the one before it. The tempo quickened as her heart beat did. Roger heard her breath start to catch in her throat and felt her legs start to go rigid. One hard stroke later and she all but fell on top of him with release. 

It was amazing to him that these women had such different ways of achieving orgasm, two totally unique ways of expressing themselves in times of such unadulterated passion. One fast, demanding and loud, the other slow, rhythmic and, dare he say it, dangerously quiet. 

During Cami's outing, Baby was lying on her side watching the pair interact. She had a smile playing across her face, and as Roger looked over at her, he could tell she was thinking something wicked. 

She climbed on top of Roger's legs, settling herself behind Cami. Then, even though she was the smaller of the two, she picked Cami up like a rag doll and pulled her close to her own chest. Wrapping one arm around Cami's waist and the other around her neck like a vice, she commanded Roger to "fuck her like you fuck me." 

Since Roger had been having almost the exact same thought, he also smiled. As Baby picked both her and Cami's weight up off of him, Roger pulled in his legs and began pounding his cock deep and hard into Cami's tight pussy. Cami fought to get away, but Baby's arms were like steel bars across her. Baby began tightening her hold around Cami's neck, relieving her of oxygen like she would normally do herself during orgasms. 

The harder and faster Roger went, the tighter and tighter Baby held on. Soon, they could both feel Cami quaking with desire. Her arms, up until this point lying still beside her, went up to clasp on to Baby's wrist near her throat. Her back bowed until it looked like she would bend so far back that Baby would be lying down between Roger's legs. Roger pushed into her once, twice, three times more and sent her over the edge. A high-pitched whimper escaped from her throat as she clamped her thighs together around Roger's cock. 

Turn off the oven, this goose is cooked. 

Baby rolled them both off of Roger's sweaty, naked body. She loosened her hold on Cami's waist, and was stroking her hair and back with the other hand. "Shh, Cami. Shh, wasn't that wonderful? Roger is so good at that, isn't he? Yes, shh, you'll be fine." Roger could faintly hear Cami whimpering still. He smiled. He was betting Cami had never let a guy fuck her that good before. Or if she had, it probably wasn't with another woman trying to choke the life out of her at the same time. That was probably the best orgasm she had ever had. 

Cami calmed down quick enough, and turned over in Baby's arms to give her a deep kiss. "Thank you," she whispered. "You knew exactly what I wanted." Then she crawled over to Roger and kissed him just as deeply. He drew out the kiss as long as he could, savoring the way she took possession of his mouth one second, then let him ravage hers the next. "And thank you," she smiled as she drew away. "That was absolutely incredible." 

Roger longed to tell her to wait until he was uncuffed and could really release himself on her, but dared not ruin Baby's careful plans by speaking out of turn. He just smiled and nodded instead. 

Baby came around behind Cami once more. "Roger's been such a good boy. Let's say we let him go and allow him to release some of that pent up energy I'm sure he has." Cami nodded enthusiastically. She crawled over him and undid his left arm while Baby undid the right. "Darling," Baby whispered in his ear. "It's your turn. Now we're your playthings. Use us any way you like. Isn't that right, Cami?" 




His Fantasy



Roger's head began spinning with all of the possibilities as he took turns rubbing his wrists and hands. Two sensual, highly aroused women at his disposal, both willing to do whatever he wished, and he wasn't sure where to start. Then, with a smile, he pulled Baby down on her back and wrapped her legs around his waist. 

"It's payback time, Baby. Cami, care to see how well she licks pussy?" Cami nearly fell on top of Baby's face at the exciting prospect. Roger slid into Baby's tight cunt as Cami faced him sitting on Baby's face. "Come kiss me, Cami, please." With one hand on the bed next to Baby keeping his balance while he thrust into her, and the other pulling the back of Cami's head towards him, Roger tried pleasing both women at once. 

It was exhilarating. Both women were quivering masses of flesh. Cami could barely sit up due to Baby's administrations; Baby almost couldn't concentrate on the pussy in front of her due to the cock in her own cunt. It wasn't long before both women were again reaching their orgasms, this time almost simultaneously. Roger was glad he still had the cock ring on; he couldn't wait to enjoy more of this amazing three-some. 

After the women had reached their peaks again, Roger slowly pulled out of Baby and lifted Cami off of her as well. "No, no, don't move yet, Baby. I'm not done with you. Cami, do you think you can do as good a job as she just did?" Cami's eyes lit up at the prospect of returning the favor. Wherever did Baby find this one? He slid off of the bed, bringing Cami with him. "Turn around, bend down, there you go. Now you get the idea. Go ahead, lick that pussy. Suck that clit." 

Roger slid his dick, now free of the cock ring, into Cami's cunt from behind. He bent over her and fondled her tits as they hung just inches from the bed. To either side of Cami's top half were Baby's legs, now being neatly wrapped around Cami's head to bring her closer to her goal. Bent over the way he was, Roger could just make out Cami's tongue as it drew circles across Baby's clit. He was so hot, so completely and utterly aroused by the sight, that he had to shut his eyes before he came right there. 

Instead, he stood up a little straighter, moving his hands to Cami's waist. Slow, even strokes calmed him down a little, but made Cami crazy. She began twisting her head from side to side against Baby's pussy. Baby cried out in ecstasy as Cami thrust her tongue over her clit and all five fingers into her wet cunt. Baby came; Cami came; Roger came with a vengeance. 

The trio collapsed, spent, onto the sheets. The satin was ruined. Sweat and other fluids drenched it completely. It was almost not worth lying on, but they were so exhausted that they couldn't move again even if they wanted to. 

"Thank you for my surprise." Roger said quietly when he caught his breath. 

Baby smiled. "I thought you might like it." 

"I know I sure as hell did," Cami chimed in. "Thank you for inviting me over tonight." 

"Same time next week?" 

They smiled and found a comfortable position for all three of them to fall asleep.



His Fantasy



When I looked down at my boyfriends head buried between my legs I knew I was a lucky girl. It's not often people realise how lucky they are in their relationships but I did; nothing was taboo, we played out all our fantasies without feeling dirty or ashamed and tonight was no different. I grabbed the back of his head and forced his tongue deeper before pulling his hair back and making him leave my sweet juices. I asked him if he was enjoying himself, all he could do was grunt in response. I knew he loved tasting my pussy, he begged me to let him, pleaded with me just to allow him to go near it. After teasing him by using my own fingers to please myself and make me wet I took him to the edge by kissing and licking every inch of his naked body. However, I couldn't hold out too long he's extremely skilful with his tongue and I longed to feel him teasing my clit. 

I blindfolded him to heighten his senses and add to the excitement. Then I bent him over and spanked his fine arse with our riding crop, he let out cries of pleasure that gave me a little thrill. I rubbed my wet pussy against his bare arse so he could feel my juices and know what he was missing. Then I fingered myself, audibly moaning so he could hear what I was doing. By now I was extremely wet; I used my pussy juice as lubrication and slid two fingers inside his arsehole. He gasped and moaned, clearly enjoying himself so I stepped up the pace and used my fingers to fuck his arse faster. Just as he was beginning to enjoy himself too much I stopped and replaced my fingers with my hot tongue, his sharp intake of breath told me he was pleasantly surprised. As I lapped at his arsehole I used one hand to massage his full balls. 

As I pulled the harness up over my hips I planted a satisfying slap on his buttocks so he didn't realise what I was doing. I wanted this to be the biggest surprise of all. My new cock was about 8 inches long; it vibrated which felt really good for me! I teased him by sliding it over his arsehole, he didn't know what it was and begged me to tell him; I stayed silent. I scratched my finger nails down his back and slipped a finger into his arse again. 

I knelt behind him and slowly started to penetrate his tight arse hole with my hard rubber cock. He cried with pleasure and pain; it turned me on so much! I began to develop a slow and steady rhythm, thrusting my cock in and out. I reached out and grabbed a chunk of his silky hair. I yanked his head back and bit his neck asking him if he liked being fucked in the arse. He did, he loved it. He wanted me to fuck him faster and harder, what else could I do but oblige?!? I took hold of his fleshy buttocks and thrusted deep and hard, he let out a loud moan. I started to feel my pussy dripping; prompting me to start the vibrating. This made him moan louder so I fucked him faster and spanked him at the same time. This drove us both wild, I called him my bitch and reached round to stroke his hard cock. 

I put my hands firmly around his neck and squeezed hard, chocking him. I was now fucking him as deep as I could; he was taking all 8 inches in his tight arse. The harder I fucked him the better I felt, the vibrations from my cock were sending wave of pleasure surging through my body, I knew I was going to climax soon. As I plunged my cock into him I screamed that I was going to cum, after my next thrust I collapsed onto his back spent from my amazing orgasm.

I took his blindfold off him and knelt underneath him wit my cock still attached. He fucked my mouth with his massive erection while I reached up and fucked his arse with my fingers. I stopped and told him to wank over me; I mimicked him by stroking my fake cock. I looked up at him and opened my mouth ready and waiting for his creamy load. He breathing quickened and I knew he would climax soon. He panted faster and his hand moved faster on his cock and with a final moan he came. I could feel his warm juice hit my tongue, lip and tits. I swallowed it down and licked my lips his cum tasted really good. I hoped one of his fantasies had come true to tonight, but if not at least we'd had a good time.



His Fantasy Come True



She walked past his desk every morning at precisely the same time.. her hair all neatly done, the pink shirt brought out the color in her cheeks and her perfume whipped thru the air as she walked by. He wanted to stop her right there, but didnt know what he would say to her. His eyes followed every curve of her body.. as he watched her walk into her office. Was he ever going to be able to speak with her? He talked himself into going to her office. He knocked softly. She opened the door. He couldnt breathe. She smiled at him. He was just about to say something when she said, "I was wondering if you were ever going to come down here and say hi". 

The door closed behind him. He stood against the door, waiting to be invited to sit down. She turned around, pulled her hair out of the elastic she had in it and flirted with him with her eyes. He could feel his mouth getting dry and his palms started to sweat. She leaned into him and whispered into his ear. His face went flush. She started to kiss his neck, leaving wet traces of her tongue as she lightly licked behind his ear. Slowly she removed his tie, then his jacket and his shirt.. He was in a very vulnerable position.

She brought his hands up to her breasts so that he could feel how hard her nipples were. She moaned with pleasure and want. His mouth covered hers. His tongue, soft and moist against hers. He unhooked her bra and felt her nipples between his finger tips. She worked her way down his chest. She licked his nipples, and teasing them with her tongue. Her hands grasped his hard ass cheeks. He was fully erect now, waiting for her to take him into her mouth. She kissed around his hard cock, kissed his inner thighs and licked his balls lightly with her tongue. 'Oh My God' he thought to himself. She took the head of his cock into her mouth. He could feel her warm, wet mouth wrapped around it. He was at the edge of cumming all over her face. He just wanted to be inside her first. She went down on his enormous cock. She took the whole thing into her mouth. She was making love to his erection. Up and down she wenton it. Devouring the whole shaft. She sucked on the head. His moans were that of someone enjoying himself. He couldnt take it anymore.. He had to taste her. 

He brought her to her desk. Laid her down on it. He kissed his way up her thigh, to her mound of flesh that laid there.. open... inviting.. He parted her lips slightly with his fingers, then he kissed it. It was just as sweet as he thought it would be. She was wet and waiting for him to take her. He saw her exposed clit and placed his mouth on it. She shivered and he continued to do this for what seemed like hours. He licked her clit and sucked on her hot wet box. He occassionaly slid a couple of fingers in and out of her. She moaned loudly. He wanted to fuck her, but he was so enthralled with her hot pussy that he couldnt tear himself away from it. He went back for more. Parting her lips with his tongue.. it went up and down over her now hard, exposed clit.. her thighs started to get tight around his head.. she was starting to cum... he could taste her sweetness in his mouth.

She is bent over the couch she has in her office, her ass in the air, exposed for entry. He slid himself into her, his hands on her ass, as he watched himself go in and out of her wet pussy. He reached around and started to play with her nipples.

"Oh yeah," she moaned outloud. He started to fuck her faster. "Oh yeah," she said again, 'Harder baby.. harder'.

He pinched her nipples and she let out a pleasurable moan. She reached around and started to play with his ass while he was slamming her from behind.

He is sitting in the chair in the corner of the office. She straddles him and slides her wet pussy ontop of him. They reach in to kiss each other, their tongues explore each other mouth. Slowly, she's riding him. Grinding her pussy onto his hard dick. He takes her breast and puts it into his mouth. She is now moaning in uncontrollable pleasure. Now she is pumping him harder. Having her nipples sucked really makes her horny. She takes his other hand and has him pinch her other nipple. Now she is fucking him hard. She throws her head back in ecstacy and cums all over him.

She is on her knees in front of him. She spreads his legs apart and takes him into her mouth again, swallowing him whole. He puts his hands on her head as he guides her as how fast he wants her to go.

"My god!" he yells. "Yeah suck it.. suck it like that.. I like the way you take it into your mouth like that". She goes faster and takes his balls into her hand and starts to fondly them. He legs start to quiver. He is gonna cum. She takes him out of her mouth just as he is exploding and he cums all over her face. She takes most of it into her mouth.. and continues to suck on him.. to get him ready for the next round. 



His Fantasy Come True



My boyfriend, Gray, and I have a very open, very honest, very trusting relationship. There's nothing we're afraid to talk about...hopes, fears, dreams, passions, and of course, our sexual fantasies. Gray and I have known each other now for over three years, and in that time we've made it a point to live out several of those fantasies. We've had sex in Yellowstone National Park, under a canopy of trees and the noonday sun, laughing afterwards about how geysers weren't the only things erupting that day. We've fucked on a deserted beach, with nothing but the waves and seagulls as our witnesses. (Believe me when I say that there are some places you simply should NEVER have sand!) We've had sex freezing our asses off in the Pacific Ocean, the waves helping to establish a wonderfully wicked rhythm.

But we aren't just outdoor enthusiasts. We enjoy indoor activities as well. I've sucked his glorious cock in the back row of a theatre, where thank God the movie was loud enough to cover the sounds of the moans he just couldn't keep in. He's fingered me to orgasm while I drove my SUV, and I sucked him off on numerous occasions while he's been driving. We even made love one foggy morning on the balcony of our 8th floor hotel room, in plain view of anyone who cared to look up. We've made love in hot tubs, in the shower, in delectable bubble baths, and even under a waterfall at Silver Creek Falls. (He knows nothing turns me on quite like the feeling of hot water cascading over my body. It's so sensual!) We made love in an elevator once, when the building was kind enough to lose power for just shy of an hour. We've been covered in every delectable food we can think of, with our favorites remaining (surprise surprise!) whipped cream, chocolate syrup, and strategically placed maraschino cherries. We've dabbled in edible body paint, drawing naughty pictures on each other, and spending long hours blissfully licking each other clean. Any sex toy that we found appealing, we've tried. Some have become regular staples in our lovemaking; others, we never really quite understood the point. 

Some of our favorite sexual moments, though, have occurred in plain view of other people, without them even having a clue. While I wouldn't exactly call us "exhibitionists", we both like to live a little dangerously at times! I've gone panty-less to several society functions, with the sole purpose of knowing that it would drive Gray crazy and he wouldn't be able to keep his hands off of me. There's nothing quite like feeling his fingers in my pussy, covered in my juices, while a few feet away are people who would be aghast if they only knew what was occurring under the table. Of course, I also reciprocate. He likes to go commando occasionally, and it's so easy to reach over and rub his glorious cock through his pants, making him instantly start to swell under my touch. Then, zipper down, and I'm holding throbbing steel velvet in my greedy little hands. Try carrying on a conversation with a couple that stops to chat at your table while you're rubbing his pre-cum all over the incredibly sensitive head of his cock. Talk about living dangerously! As you can see, being willing to indulge in our fantasies has certainly kept the spice in our relationship!

Two nights ago, after a marathon fuck session, which included tremendous orgasms for both of us, Gray and I were lying in bed, trying to recover, and talking. I was delicately running my nails over his nipples, which are always hard as pebbles when I touch them. Before Gray, I never knew that a man's nipples could be works of art, but his are glorious! Surrounded by dark hair, they simply call out to be caressed and sucked. I can't keep my hands (or mouth) off of them. As we were lying there, he said something that took my breath away, and turned me on instantly. He said to me, "Babe, you know what I'd really love to see? You being ravaged by another woman. I'd love to watch her undress you, then watch her hands make their way down your body, stopping to play with your tits, then heading for your clit. I'd love to see bright red lips trailing kisses down your body, then disappearing between your legs. I'd love to watch her mouth on your pussy, eating you out. I'd love to watch as you cum for her, baby." I had never considered that he would want to watch me with another woman, but from the way my body responded to his words, I knew it was something that would be happening...and soon! God, that thought was fucking hot! I loved the thought of Gray watching, unable to touch, as I teased and put on a show for him. He'd be watching, his cock rock hard and dying to explode. What a fucking turn-on!

Later that night, as I lay in bed, I kept thinking about this newest fantasy of Gray's. It had come out of the blue, and although I knew I wanted to make it come true, I knew it could only happen with a person I knew and felt comfortable with. I needed a plan! I ran through a list of all the women I knew, wondering how each of them would feel about filling that role in the fantasy. I was getting wet all over again just thinking about Gray watching me with each of them! A few were too prudish or reserved and were easy to rule out, while others remained possibilities. However, the one person who stood out in my mind was Eva. 

Eva had been one of my roommates and closest friends in college. She was always ready to try new things, and always ready for an adventure. She also happened to like being with a woman almost as much as she liked being with a man. She had told me one hot summer night, back in our college days, that she had created some erotic fantasies starring the two of us, and she gave details! She told me exactly how she'd like to kiss me, our tongues slipping and sliding and dancing together, her hands tangled in my curls as she pressed our lips closer and closer together. She described in perfect detail the path she would take as her fingertips trailed down my body, and exactly where her fingers would linger. She told me how she'd suck my nipples until they were so hard they felt like they would explode. She whispered how her fingers would feel as they pumped in and out of my pussy, her mouth suctioned to my clit. She had told me in no uncertain terms that if I ever wanted to have a night of passion like I'd never known before, she was the woman to take me there. If I close my eyes and think back, I can still feel her breath on my ear as she whispered her plans to me that night. I can still feel her hand softly pressed against my upper leg, just under the short skirt I had on that night, as she waited for some sign from me to move that hand toward her ultimate destination.

At the time, I was a bit more reserved than I am now, and although I was flattered (and I must admit, intrigued), I never took her up on the offer. I never told her how tempted I had been, or about the dreams her words had caused me as I tried to sleep that night! As I thought back to those days, and the fantasies she had whispered in my ear as she tried to get me to give in, my body started to respond. Despite the orgasms Gray had given me just an hour or so ago, I was getting so turned on. As Gray lie in bed beside me, quietly snoring, I ran my hands over my breasts, making my nipples instantly hard. As I tweaked and pinched them between my fingers, I let out a moan. I never cum just from playing with my nipples, but God, was I ever ready! I ran my hands lower and lower, until they reached my clit. Coating my fingers in my juices, I brought one up to my mouth and licked it clean. Then, imagining they were Eva's fingers, with Gray watching, I went to work on my clit. I was so ready that I exploded about 30 seconds later, waking Gray up. 

"Having fun without me, Babe?"

"Nothing compared to the fun we're going to be having soon!" 

Since he was now awake, I told him about Eva. He had met her several times, but never knew that she had tried to seduce me. He had liked her, thought that she was fun, and liked how she enjoyed laughing and having a good time. Eva was pretty in the girl-next-door sort of way, but her outstanding feature was her smile. That smile, combined with her fantastic personality, never left her without companions, both male and female. To know Eva was to love her. After I told Gray the details of her attempt to get me in bed, he was more excited than ever. I hadn't talked to Eva in about four months, but we decided right then that I needed to call her in the morning!

"That's all of the information you get, Babe. No details! You'll just have to live in suspense, wondering when the hell your fantasy will come true. Believe me though," I said in my most sultry voice, "it will be SO worth the wait and SO worth the suspense!"

With that, Gray just grinned, rolled over, covered my body with his, and pressed his lips to mine. It wasn't long before he was rock hard again, and feeling incredible as he pumped his thick cock in and out of my already wet pussy. We were both so turned on already that it didn't take long for both of us to cum, and we drifted off to sleep soon after, arms and legs still wrapped around one another, totally spent. Totally satisfied.

I waited until Gray left for work the next morning, then dialed Eva's number. Since she lived in Arizona, she was an hour ahead of us, and I hoped that she would still be home. We had continued to be friends after college, and generally talked two or three times a year, so she wasn't surprised to hear from me. We spent some time catching up on our jobs, our families, and our love lives. I then seized the moment and asked the question I had been dying to ask since the night before.

"Eva, do you remember that night back at OSU when you tried to seduce me?"

"Well, let me think. Hmmm. Oh, you mean that night I finally told you that I wanted you hot and wet and naked, that night I would've done anything to get you outta your clothes and into my bed? Is that the night you're talking about? I suppose I vaguely remember that night."

"Smart ass!" I replied.

She laughed. It was truly a fantastic sound. "Hell yeah, I remember that night! I've fantasized about every possible way that night could've ended, had you said yes. I still look at you as the one that got away!"

After taking a deep breath, I asked, "So, you want to change that statistic? Make me the one who initially got away, but was finally caught?"

She didn't say anything for a moment. I think my question had stunned her. "Holy shit, are you kidding?" she asked incredulously. "You're the stuff my dreams have been made of for the past three years! Do you seriously, for even a second, think that I'd turn down the chance to turn the fantasy into a reality? Hell, I still think about how your hair felt tickling my lips as I whispered your ear that night. Every time I get a whiff of someone wearing Polo Sport Woman, I think of you and am reminded of how incredible you always smelled!"

Grinning, I said, "So I take it that's a yes?"

We talked for about an hour longer, making both of us late for work, although neither of us really cared. I told her how tempted I had been that night back in Corvallis, and how close I'd come to giving in. She laughed at that point, and said, "Damn, if I'd known I was that close, I would've turned up the charm a notch and pushed harder!" I explained to her all of the ways that Gray and I had made it a point to indulge in our sexual fantasies, and the conversation turned to comparing our various "sexcapades". I then explained Gray's latest fantasy, and the role I hoped she'd play in that fantasy.

She laughed again. "I'll have to bring that man a present! What does he like? You name it, and I'll bring it! Does he have any clue what a gift he's giving me by having this fantasy? By sharing you? You'll have to ask him if you can also come wrapped in nothing but a big red bow!"

I explained my plan to her. Although Gray had never mentioned this specifically, I was really turned on by the thought of him watching, but not being able to touch. Not me, not even himself! I loved the thought of him being exquisitely tortured, at fever pitch, ready to explode the instant my mouth touched his throbbing cock when the show was over. He's a man who likes intensity in his orgasms, and I knew this would make him cum like never before. And I knew he would love it! Eva agreed, and said that she was looking forward to being part of the torture!

I asked her when she thought she might be able to come out to Oregon. "Is tomorrow too soon?" Eva asked. Then, laughing, she said, "OK, so I probably can't swing tomorrow without losing my job. Do you have plans for the 4th of July? Think of all of the different kinds of fireworks we could have that weekend! It's only two weeks away."

"Perfect", I replied. I offered to buy her plane ticket, since we were having her come to Oregon, but she refused. "You have no idea how much I've wanted this! A plane ticket is a really small price to pay for having one of your dreams come true!" We then said our goodbyes, and hung up the phone.

That night, when Gray arrived home from work, I greeted him at the door with the skimpy see-through baby pink negligee that he had given me for "no special reason" the week before. It left nothing to the imagination, barely covering my ass, and showed off every line and curve I had been blessed with. His eyes immediately darkened with lust, and he said knowingly, "You did it!" I grinned, letting the negligee fall to the floor, turned toward the bedroom, and motioned with my finger for him to follow me. We didn't get to the dinner I had cooked until much, much later that evening.

The two weeks waiting for Eva to arrive seemed to take forever. Gray knew better than to ask for details, but I knew that he was thinking about when the event would occur. Our sex life continued to be great, anticipation heightening the excitement each time we fucked. Finally, July 3rd arrived, and I went to Portland to pick Eva up at the airport. Her flight arrived on time, and we stopped at the Olive Garden for lunch on the way back to my house. We started planning exactly how we would use the element of surprise in our favor tonight. Since Gray didn't know that Eva was in town, he really wouldn't be suspecting anything that evening. What a surprise he was in for! As we talked and planned, we got more and more excited, and it got harder to keep our conversation from the people sitting near us. When we left, we were both more than a little turned on, and looking VERY forward to that evening.

We arrived home and unloaded Eva's suitcase from the SUV. As the door shut behind us, Eva dropped the suitcase, took my face in her hands, and urgently placed her lips on mine. The kiss was electric, our tongues finding each other instantly, our hands slowly roaming where they had long yearned to roam. As we came up for air, both of her hands cupping my ass, we grinned, then started laughing.

"Maybe we'd best save that intensity for tonight, huh?" Eva said. "We'd hate to be so worn out that poor Gray wouldn't get to live out his fantasy!" 

"I think his fantasy will be surpassed beyond his wildest dreams! He won't know what hit him by the time we're done!" I responded.

With that, we made our way to the guest bedroom to unpack Eva's suitcase. She had brought quite the selection of outfits-I'm not sure when I had last seen that much leather and lace! I quickly ran and grabbed the teddy I had bought for the occasion, a sheer black number that left absolutely nothing unseen. The black thong made my ass look great, and emphasized my long legs like no other outfit possibly could. Only I knew how great my breasts looked as they tried to escape from the confines of the fabric, there being barely enough fabric to contain them. That would be my secret until that evening. Eva let out a long whistle as I showed her the outfit. "God help me, I'm salivating already, and you don't even have that thing on!" she said. Holding up a red barely-there negligee, she said, "If you're wearing that, I'll have to go with this." The red fabric looked fabulous against her tan skin, and emphasized her gorgeous eyes and her dark, almost black, hair. We were both getting turned on just from imagining the other in their outfit, so we decided that we needed to get out of the house and treat ourselves to manicures and pedicures. It was the one sure way that we knew we'd behave until that evening! Laughing, we grabbed our purses and headed out the door. By the time we returned, fingernails and toenails painted a wonderful shade of red, we knew exactly how we would work things that evening.

That night, when Gray walked in the front door, I greeted him wearing nothing special-just denim shorts and a white tank top. Grabbing one of his hands, I put one finger of my other hand against his lips, stopping him from asking questions. Without a word, I lead him to our bedroom, where I slowly took off his clothes. He tried grabbing for me several times, but I laughingly swatted his hand away and responded with one word each time: "Later!" When he was completely naked, I lead him to the shower, knowing that he likes to be clean everywhere when we make love. The only light in the bathroom came from the candles I had lit, and the scent was incredible. Slowly, still without a word, I soaped up my shower puff, and proceeded to wash his entire body, telling myself not to linger where my hands usually liked to linger. I can't help it-he has a great chest with gorgeous nipples, and a cock that most guys would die to have (and most girls would die to have in their hot little mouth!) I took special care washing that glorious cock, lightly tickling his balls as I made him rock hard. I also made sure his back-door pucker hole was clean, and tested it out by slowly inserting one finger in and out until he went weak in the knees.

By the time I was done, he was panting and moaning, and anxiously awaiting what he knew was coming next. After we got him dried off, I led him to the bed, still without a word. Since I wanted him to be unable to touch himself while Eva and I out on the show, I had attached fleece "cuffs" to the bedposts. I knew that he could easily break free of these flimsy constraints, but I also knew that he was adventurous enough to play along. His eyebrows rose when he saw them, but he knew better than to ask. I got him all hooked up, my denim-clad cunt rubbing against his cock as I straddled his legs in the process. I slid off, gave him one lingering kiss, and told him "Don't go anywhere, I'll be right back!" On my way out, I lit the candles I had stashed around the room, and a soft sensual light soon replaced the more harsh overhead light. The scent of sweet vanilla soon filled the room. I turned on the CD player, and the sensual music of Enigma softly filled the silence. 

I went into the guest bedroom, where Eva was waiting, already dressed for the occasion. God, what a sight she was! Absolutely beautiful! I quickly slipped into my teddy and thong, watching Eva's eyes darken at the sight of my naked body. Finally, it was show time. We walked into the bedroom, hand in hand. Gray had a huge smile on his face when he saw the two of us, barely dressed.

"Gray, you remember Eva, don't you?" I asked with a laugh. 

"Welcome to Oregon! I guess we'll have to save the handshake for later...I'm a little 'tied up' at the moment!" he answered in a deep voice. "You two are absolutely gorgeous!" 

Without another word, Eva and I wrapped our arms around each other, and our lips met. Our tongues instantly sought each other, my tongue feeling at home as it danced and played with her tongue in her mouth. Her hands cupped my face, and she deepened our kiss. I wanted more, and ran my hands slowly down her back until they rested on her ass. She had nothing on under her negligee, so my hands were glorying in the soft flesh they found there. Our lips still touching, our tongues still entwined, she lowered her hands, lightly tracing her fingertips down my neck, causing me to moan into her mouth. My neck is so sensitive, and her feather-like touch was enough to set me on fire. Her mouth left mine, and followed her hands to my neck, kissing me the entire way down. I leaned my head as far to the side as I could, allowing her ultimate access. She alternated between kissing, licking, and nipping at the incredibly sensitive skin, pleasure and pain mingling in perfect harmony. I was absolutely lost in the sensations she brought to life, and was moaning with pleasure each time I felt her hot tongue on my pulse point.




His Fantasy Girl



Special thanks to KimMarie for her kindness, and Sinsnaps for editing.

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I stared mindlessly out the window as I washed the dishes. I felt as if I was encased in the snow that blanketed my view. Cold and immobilized. I heard a sound at the front door that was probably the dog. I was too blue to care, calling out to her "We will sally forth soon, Sally." My usual line to her when the answer to her quest was "not right now". I would walk her after the chores were done. 

Saturday had a routine. Breakfast, kiss Mike goodbye as he worked on Saturdays, start laundry, do the dishes, straighten the house, vacuum, change the bed, finish the laundry, walk the dog, do the finances, have lunch, go to the supermarket, put away the food, let the dog out, start supper. After supper we would go to friends or out with others to a movie. After Christmas is hard on everyone I sighed to myself as I continued through the list like an automaton. My marriage with Mike wasn't bad, it was just in a routine too. We both worked hard, trying to get ahead. We were still each others best friends, but how had we been treating each other lately? We would get home and be too burned out to do much more than complain about our days as we threw together the most time effective dinner we could muster. Where was the joy that we used to find together doing these things? The experimentation? 

As I put fresh sheets on the bed, I looked at the room that I was deliriously happy with when I decorated it such a short time ago. It was beautiful and tasteful, but all the colors were beige. Is that what was wrong with my life? Safe, stable, boring, and tepid. When did I become the beige girl? Did Mike feel the same way I wondered, as I grabbed a sweater out of the dresser and made my way to the front door.

There it was. On my front entry rug a postcard in soft pink, with a deeper blush color around the edges. It looked lurid and out of place in my beige home. I bent to pick it up, pushing Sally away from it, as she was doing her usual dance of excitement around the front door. The card had an embossed heart and a texture that I had not felt since picking out our wedding invitations. I rubbed it between my fingers. In flowing cursive script it said "Sweetest Dreams Photography -Portraits-Special Moments-Boudoir- Valentines Day packages starting at $200 Phone for an appointment" and the number. I threw it on the entry hall table to transfer to the trash later and prepared myself and Sally for the frigid weather. I snapped the leash on Sally's collar. The colors in the card still caught my eye. 

I walked Sally, the card tugging at my brain, and the word boudoir. Mike had teased about buying an Instamatic so he could take some racy photos of me. After all, what photo shop would develop sexy photos? Or worse yet, if they did develop them, who would have seen them? Who would have copies? An Instamatic seemed cheap and sordid though, and I refused. 

He was very attentive when he was trying to talk me into it. Sensual. He was sensual when he tried to convince me. I knew that he had that stash of magazines in the basement. I tried to get him to throw them out when we moved in together. The war wasn't worth it, but I still resented them. What if I became his dream girl? His personal fantasy girl? My mind swirled at the implications. Once in a while, I would open our wedding album and I always felt amazed at how we both looked in them. When we looked at them together, we would both become more romantic, playful and thoughtful with each other. What if...?

I chided myself. What if you let yourself freeze to death! Sally was having fun, but it was time to turn back home and let her run in the back yard for a bit while I did the bills. The world seemed pale and gray around me even thinking of my regular routine. I tried to remember the last time we had been daring and adventurous. My mind had to stretch a long way back. 

I let Sally and I in through the back gate and came in through the kitchen, intending to go do the finances that were ready in the office just off the kitchen. The card seemed to glow from the front hallway. I carried my shoes over, hung up my coat, and picked the card up again. I carried it over to the office and went over my books. With very little self sacrifice, I could do this. Maybe not the boudoir photos, but some really nice portraits. Yes, that's what I wanted. Portraits. I picked up the phone. I expected to get an answering machine, but instead, a woman answered on the second ring . "Sweetest Dreams, Michelle speaking." Her voice had a light french accent, was mature and calming.

My hand tightened on the handset, and my voice sounded distant to me. "Hello, my name is Vanessa. I'm inquiring about your photography package." I cleared my throat as I laughed nervously. "I know that I want some portraits done, but I think that I am also interested in your boudoir photos."

She reassured me on a number of points, and explained the process of meeting, going through albums of past work and setting up for the pictures. I asked Michelle if we could meet today, before I lost my nerve, or my husband got home. She told me that the photographer was not available, but I could certainly come for an initial consultation and gave me the address of their studio. I called in the dog and grabbed my keys. As I drove my hands felt sweaty and hot on the steering wheel. 

Their studio was in a large house in a well to do older neighborhood. I rang the doorbell and was greeted by Michelle, a pretty, but unassuming woman in her early fifties. It turned out that they were a couple. Frederick was the photographer, and his wife Michelle handling marketing, scheduling, hair and makeup. They had been doing photography for years and were now in semi retirement. They had recently moved from France to be closer to their family and were trying to get a clientele and reputation built. 

We talked as I looked at amazing photographs that covered a wide range of genres, from European landscapes, concerts, sporting events, to portraits. Her pride in her husbands work was evident. I felt reassured that I could trust this woman. I think that she could sense my earlier nervousness, and my growing comfort. 

She asked if I was willing to look at some boudoir shots. I nodded eagerly. She brought out a large album that was filled with photos that ran the gamut from playfully modest, showing nothing but hinting at so much, to almost shocking. As I turned the pages what I realized that each picture was beautiful. She explained to me about their contracts, and the reputation that they had built back in France. My eyes were hungry for the next picture even as I lingered over the one I was looking at. In the back of the book were forms in French, obviously the models release forms. 

The last book was Michelle herself, from much younger to present in various states of undress. All of them were breathtaking. They portrayed every emotion a woman could have. Every picture of her was an expression of love by him. I had not yet met Frederick, but I knew that this was what I wanted. A plan hatched in my mind, and I decided to seize the opportunity. I knew that I was a beautiful fit woman. I also knew many local people, having a high profile job as an aerobics instructor. I also could see some cross-marketing opportunities that might be mutually beneficial. Michelle and I talked for a while. She was a sharp woman, and an excellent negotiator.

We came to an understanding, discussed my favorite pictures and what I liked about them. I asked her whether I should do my own hair and make-up. She asked me what music I liked and other details, and we made an appointment to do a session the following Saturday. 

I left and went to go talk to my boss Janet, seeing the world in brilliant colors once again. I was bubbling over with ideas. I had known Janet since I was in school. She and her husband Jerry owned three fitness clubs. Both of them were always open to new ideas for their business. What if we had ads that showed our own staff, instead of the models that they usually paid for? If they would pay for the shoot they would get some photos for advertising.

I convinced her to take a chance on it, even though she joked that all I wanted was the free photo session. She, Michelle and I worked out a deal. Janet and Jerry would be able to use the pictures that had me in my exercise wear in ads. I would get a number of photos for Mike and I. Michelle and Frederick would be able to advertise in the fitness clubs, a demographic of adults that had disposable money, and vanity. I would also release some of the boudoir photos to Frederick and Michelle so that they could show someone local as part of their portfolio. Everyone was taking a bit of a chance but if it worked out we would all be ahead.

My biggest trick was keeping it all quiet until after Valentines Day. Janet met with Michelle in the intervening time, and gave the go ahead. I was getting a full day photo shoot, and a package that would rival my wedding album.

By the next Saturday I think that Mike knew something was up, but we were both happier with my new attitude, so he didn't pry too much. I let Sally out while I took care of the breakfast dishes and a few quick chores. Then I left a note on the table, called the dog in, and left. 

I arrived with a selection of exercise wear, some of my favorite lingerie, and a few new lingerie selections that I had managed to pick up. I met Frederick, a thin man exuding joy and energy. I filled out forms, and we talked a little more of what the plan was. His accent was much thicker than Michelle's, and she would sometimes translate quickly for each of us. 

I was used to being in various stages of undress in front of other women because of the fitness club, and in front of my husband, but I was a little nervous about being unclothed in front of a strange man. I took a deep breath and asked "Where do we begin?" Frederick asked if it was all right if he took some test shots as we prepared. I agreed, loving a few of the sets that I had seen that covered the whole process of the day. 

They gave me a tour through the house that had lovely music piped into every room. They had set up many of the rooms as different sets, with an eye for the beautiful architecture and period feel of the house. I recognized the over-sized clawfoot bath from one of Michelle's pictures that I especially loved. I told Michelle I loved how it all looked. We talked of how she decorated the place, with her husbands help, of course. She smiled at him as he clicked away. 

Occasionally he would hand her a camera, and she would empty and refill it, or he would give directions to one or both of us, like "look up", "stop", "lift your left arm", "step back". He would adjust lights, change cameras and adjust other little things.. Other than that he managed to make himself completely unobtrusive, even the sounds of the camera melted away. 

We finally came to a sparkling white bathroom that was huge. One wall had a long bench in front of a huge window of glass bricks, allowing a lot of natural light and a tangle of plants to flourish. There was also a makeup counter in front of a mirror, a hairdressers chair and a shower stall with translucent glass. This room kind of reminded me of the change rooms at work. I was not going to feel comfortable naked anywhere more than right here, so I asked if I could take a shower. 

Michelle told me that this was my day, I was to do whatever would make me comfortable. I have always been a jump into the deep end girl. I stripped and put my clothes on a hook by the towels, reached in the shower and turned on the water. I adjusted the temperature, and stepped into the shower. The hot water sluiced over my body, and I ran my fingers through my hair. I took the snowy washcloth lathered it up and started to rub it all over my body. 

I was very aware of Frederick taking pictures of me on the other side of the glass. I felt incredible, naughty. I thought about the look on my husbands face when he got these pictures. Would he be angry? Shocked? Aroused? One way or another I was committed. I was beautiful, and my body was at a peak. I was 24, and I had a lean muscular body. If Mike did not like these photos, they would still be something that I would cherish for the rest of my life. As I washed my stomach I thought about how my body would change in the future, childbirth, gravity, wrinkles and gray hair. After today I would have more than just my wedding pictures to look at in the future and say I was beautiful. Hopefully when we looked at these together, we would be thinking what a knockout I was. 

I prepared myself mentally and shut off the water. I stepped out naked with my hair plastered back and reached for a towel. Frederick stopped me and handed me a smaller one. He asked me not to dry myself yet, and he took pictures of me with that against the door of the shower, against the white wall and more by the window and the plants. I still had little droplets of water on my skin, and I hoped that they would think it was the cooler air that was causing my nipples to harden. He was saying things softly that I could barely hear, like "Magnifique!" I was sure that I was blushing, but I was smiling as well.

It took very little time and soon Michelle handed me a thick robe and I towel dried my hair. As I sat in the chair Fredrick said softly "Here, you will see Michelle's magic." It had already been decided that Michelle would do hair and makeup, and Michelle scrutinized me from all angles. "You have such a beautiful face, and a lovely body." she said. We opened my bag and we went through the outfits that I brought. In some ways it reminded me of a sleepover at a girlfriends. Both of them had said many flattering things as I was readied for the rest of the day. I felt like I was being treated like a princess, or a socialite at a spa. 

She made my hair a little more structured than I ever did. I usually towel dried it and ran my fingers through and was off and running. This was a little more sophisticated and elegant look. She had a very light touch with the make up. She used lusher tones than I used, but more sparingly. I was unsure at first, but the mirror didn't lie. I still looked like me, just...more. We talked as she worked quickly the brush lightly stroking my face and neck. She had a way of making me feel at ease that I realized was probably half of their success. 

I knew that I was getting in of the ground floor. Soon word of these two would skyrocket and I would never be able to afford them as the demand for them would be through the roof. I would count my blessings. I hoped that Mike would as well.

Throughout the day, I changed outfits and went from room to room. Frederick snapped away and Michelle adjusted my hair, makeup, and the set around me. She suggested things that she thought would add little touches, make it a better picture, or a nicer experience. We both deferred to Fredrick's eye on a picture, and he never pushed me into anything that I was uncomfortable with. 

We had a glass of wine with lunch, and I posed with it during a set or two. All the while we talked and laughed. Michelle would ask me about Mike, what I loved about him. Too quickly the time that I had was drawing to a close. The last planned set was that magnificent bath. 

The room was set up with candles all around. I once again ran water. This time the glow in the room was from an array of scented candles and directional lights instead of sunshine streaming through the windows. Michelle suggested I pour in the whole contents from a cut glass bottle that rested on the ledge ran the height of the bath. I opened it up and smelled it. It smelled like lily of the valley flowers. I tended to stay away from any scents, but this was a day of experiments. I poured it in and it swirled into the flow. It turned the water a milky white under a cloud of tiny bubbles. 

Michelle asked if I would like to wear a pearl choker that she handed me. I thought of how it would look on me in that set, and I impulsively hugged her. I put it around my neck, and asked her to do up the clasp in the back. Her hands sent a tingle down my back as she adjusted it. Her husband was taking pictures like a madman. I imagine that we did look beautiful with me holding my hair up, naked, and her dressed and attending me. She laughed and smiled at him, and he said something in French. She laughed and told me that Frederick had said that he felt so fortunate to have such a beautiful wife, and that he hoped my husband felt that way as well. As I once again stepped into the water I realized that I was exhausted. It was a wonderful day, but draining at the same time. I almost never took a bath, because they took too much time. I relaxed into the bubbles and closed my eyes soaking into the water. 

Michelle said that Mike would fall in love with me all over again when he saw these pictures. I smiled, thinking of him looking at these pictures. If they looked half as good as I thought they would, he was going to pop a gasket. Michelle handed me a champagne flute. I sipped at it, loving the feel of the cold liquid when I was so warm. I picked up a handful of bubbles and blew then towards Frederick. He was laughing as he continued to move and take pictures. In a few moments he excused himself and gathered his stuff and left the room. 

Michelle assured me that I could take as much time as I liked just enjoy myself and she left as well. I reveled in the atmosphere of the room, the day. This was probably the first time that I had been alone all day except for bathroom breaks. I knew that I had to face the real world again, and finished washing away the unique hair and makeup of the day. I was sorry to see it over, but so fired up that Mike was in for a very pleasant surprise tonight.

When I was dressed, I walked into the kitchen area of the house, where Michelle was sitting with a coffee. She invited me to join her in a cup, but I demurred, saying that I had to run. She told me that Frederick was already in the darkroom working on developing, and that he had asked that she extend apologies on his behalf. I told her that none were necessary. I told her that I had a wonderful day. I told her that I thought that she and Fredrick had a beautiful relationship. She laughed and told me that they had their moments, but did truly love each other. "It took us years to get to here, Cherie" she said, with a smile that would have put the Mona Lisa to shame. 

Once the test sheets were ready, I was to get a call at work and then we would proof the pictures that Frederick had chosen, and approve the ones to be seen by my bosses. I could barely wait.

When Mike got home, I told him that one of the girls at work had not shown for her shift, and that I had been gone all day. He groused a bit about the house and his job, and then he hugged me. "That's new." I asked him what was new. "You smell like flowers." I stepped towards the kitchen and told him that I had borrowed some lotion from one of my clients at work. What did he think of it? "I don't get to stop and smell the flowers very often." He said with that smile that I loved so much. He stalked toward me, growling and making sniffing motions in the air like a dog. "Smell flowers, want to play in the garden."

"Oh Mike, stop, the house is a mess, dinner's not ready, I have a pile of laundry, I haven't changed the sheets yet, and we are supposed to meet Derek and Kim tonight." He enfolded me in a bear hug from behind and nuzzled my neck. "I'll help with the housework, we can order pizza, I'll phone Derek and Kim and tell them not tonight, and I'll make the bed. After we mess it up." I put up a shamefully token resistance, then we went off together to the bedroom. 





His Fantasy Girl



I wanted to feel his skin next to mine. I undressed him slowly, running my hands on his skin. I looked at him, and said "Mike, you know that I love you, don't you?" He picked me like he was about to carry me over the threshold and twirled around. He threw me into the middle of the bed and stood over me like a nude giant. "Yes, and I love you, Vannie, more and more." He said as he stretched out above me. 

After we were through, he lay beside me propped up on an elbow and watched me until I started to feel self conscience. he seemed to want to ask me something. "Vannie, that was amazing. You should wear a little perfume more often." Then his mood darkened, and he got that little crease in his forehead that he gets when he is worrying about something. "What's up, honey? A cute boy join your class or something?" His hand automatically went to his waist that had started to get a little softer in the last year.  

I realized that I was not the only one with aging issues. I cuddled up to him. "Nope. There is no one but you, sweetheart." I meant it from the bottom of my heart and I kissed his chest. "I think that part of this is feeling naughty for skipping out on our friends and part is the shake up in our routine. It was nice to lift ourselves out of our respective schedules for the day. I am not often in bed with you naked at seven in the evening on a Saturday."

"Maybe we should change that." He said hoarsely, his cock once again stiffening. I placed my hand on it, feeling it jump with need under my fingers. "Oh, Vannie," he moaned "God, I want you all the time. I have never wanted any other woman more than you." 

He lowered his head, under the sheets, and soon we weren't talking at all.

I went into the office the next day, and Janet told me that Michelle had called. I called back, eagerly, and she asked if she could see us today. I conferred with Janet. She said she would pick up her partner and meet me there in an hour. I arranged for someone to take my classes I zoomed off. 

Frederick, Michelle and I poured over the pictures. He had three test sheets of private photos, and two for my bosses to see. They were fabulous. I looked through the magnifier at them and was shaking at the thought of Mike seeing these. Most of them were demure, but very racy. Most of the pictures were like classy pinups of the past, rather than porn, but there were a few that could have been in any of Mikes magazines as the centerfold. Frederick had organized them in such a way that the ones that were most private were on the last sheet. 

He then pulled out the two test sheets of exercise wear, I looked them over and found nothing objectionable. I signed over the rights of those pictures to the owners of the club. I poured over all the sheets, and picked my favorites for myself and Mike. I wanted them all. I could not believe that I could look so good.

Janet and her husband Jerry joined us. After introductions were made, Jerry looked at his watch and said that he could stay for less than an hour. He rubbed his hands together and mugged a leer. "Okay, lets look at your dirty pictures, Vanessa." Janet rolled her eyes and elbowed him in the side. 

They sat down and looked at two separate test sheets that had been done for them. There were some really fantastic pictures, much better than the ones that they had done in the last few ads that they had run. They felt less clinical, more sensual. They both really liked the sets, and agreed on a few that they would like to use. 

Janet then asked me if she could see the ones that were done for Mike. I could feel the heat in my cheeks rising as I blushed to the roots of my hair. The table got very quiet. "Oh, I think you can see some of them, if it is okay with Michelle and Frederick." They ascertained that they were proud of their work but it was truly up to me. I had Michelle retrieve the two sheets that were more modest. 

Jerry excused himself, saying he knew the start of a hen party when he saw it. That made it much easier, as I hadn't thought about any other men looking at these but Mike. Michelle was quick to point out one that she and Frederick were especially impressed with. I had just come out of the shower. My head was thrown back, wet hair plastered to my scalp. The little towel around my neck hung past my nipples, but not as far as the bottom of my breasts. One leg was cocked and that covered my bikini area. Janet hit the roof. This was the one she wanted for her ads. I looked at her aghast. She had to be kidding, I was naked! I would drop dead of shame. We were talking so quickly that Michelle had to translate to Frederick. He got up and left the table. We were both chagrined at that, so we settled down.

We soon moved on to other pictures. Janet was interested in the process of doing ads of trainers, male and female that were willing if Sweetest Dreams could cut them a deal. What would be the cost of the process? Should it be done here at the studio or at the club?.

She and Michelle talked about it just as Frederick came back. He had developed the picture in question in a 5X7, as a black and white. It was amazing. The water droplets sparkled. The sunlight streamed through the glass bricks making watery patterns of light and shadow on my skin. I had on nothing. No makeup, just one tiny hand towel. He said very firmly in his limited English that there was nothing shameful about it. Private certainly, but not shameful. Drawing himself to his full height he said he did not develop the pictures that he felt held shame. 

I looked at it. In black and white, it was a piece of art. Janet just sat back and mouthed one word. " WOW." It did have impact that was amazing. Fredrick was right. Nothing showed. It was racy, steamy, sensual. I was toned sleek and wet. A single droplet had given away to gravity and left a trail down my stomach. Although I was naked, it still left everything to the imagination. Janet could not tear her eyes away. We assured Frederick that his work was stunning by how stunned we were. "This one is a winner, Van." She said. I gaped at it. I told her that I had the nudes done for Mike and myself. The aerobics wear pictures were hers, but this one was off the table. "Too bad." She sighed, and soon we said our goodbyes, gathered up our things and I drove us back to the club as Jerry had taken their car. We talked about it in the car, and I promised her that I would think about it. 

By the time I got home, I was emotionally drained. Mike was in the kitchen. I had not even taken off my coat and he asked what I had done today. "Oh, same old, same old." I said trying to get back into the normal frame of mind. He asked if it was just a typical day then, and I told him yes.

"Van, are you having an affair?" He asked me his eyes filled with doubt. Shocked, I denied it hotly, and we fought. How could he think that I was having an affair?

I was lying to him. He had ran into Susan today, one of my co-workers. When he brought up that I had worked an extra Saturday, she told him that I hadn't worked a Saturday in months. So he came to the club to talk to me, and I wasn't there. "I waited for two and a half hours. If today was same ol' same old, what have you been doing?" My mind raced to find a lie that he would believe. I tried to touch him, and he shook me off like I was disgusting. 

"I deserve to know, Vanessa. Your lying, missing work, suddenly interested in me in the bedroom. Who is it?" He looked so hurt that my heart broke. I loved him, he was my life, and I never meant to hurt him like this. 

"It is not another man, I promise you." I was crying and my voice was choked. "You are the only one Micheal, I promise." 

"A promise from a liar. Boy, I can take that one to the bank!" He shouted. Sally whined. She always hated it when we fought.

"Mike, I can't tell you what I have been doing. It is supposed to be a surprise." I said dully, sitting on the couch.

"You can't tell me." He mocked. "That's really convenient. A surprise. Well, I was surprised that you were lying to me. I was surprised when you weren't at work. I was surprised when you were wearing perfume. How much of an idiot do you really take me for, Vanessa?" He was shaking with rage, his hands fisted at his sides. Should I be surprised that you are denying it? I think it may be best if I just move out till you are ready to tell me the truth."

"Please honey, I know that things are weird. I can explain it all, but only after Valentines Day. Just trust me." I begged.

"Wait a month? What, exactly am I waiting a month for? You are acting like a woman in love, and it isn't with me. I know that. If you loved me, you would tell me what the hell is going on. Or is it that you need a month to make plans to dump me?"

"I'm asking you to trust me, Mike. A month is not that long, not really."

"Normally, I would Vannie." His voice broke. "I want to, but I can't. I have spent hours today trying to figure something that makes sense that isn't you having an affair. I am desperate for another answer, one that makes sense. Your answer is to wait and hope, but I can't let myself hold on and get more hurt." His eyes were haunted and he looked like a lost little boy.

"Fine!" I screeched at him. "Just remember you ruined Valentines Day!" I marched into the office and found the advertising card that I had hidden away and brought it back, thrusting it into his hands.

"What the hell is this? Photos? You..." I sat down on the couch with my arms crossed. I was pissed right off. I sat stewing as I let him piece it together. "You were having photos done? For me? For Valentines Day?" Tears ready to spill from his eyes. "Vannie, I was so afraid that I was losing you that I was a crazy man. I am sorry. I should have trusted you." He twiddled the card in his hands. "Sexy photos?" He asked, a small smile lighting his face as I nodded. He tried to put his arms around me but it was my turn to not want to be touched. "Have you already done it?" I once again nodded, and broke down crying.

"I wanted Valentines Day to be so special, and now it's ruined." I wailed. 

"Oh honey, please don't cry. It's not ruined." I was sniffling and he grabbed me some tissues. "Tell me what happened." I told him of the whole crazy adventure, leaving nothing out, explaining to him that it was a new, but not a fly by night company. "Jerry has gotten to see these pictures before me?" He asked as I wrapped up.

"No, I showed Janet some of ours, but not Jerry. He just saw the ones of me in exercise wear." I remembered the one blown up picture that I had taken from our meeting today. I got it out of my purse and handed it to him upside down. He turned it over and the look on his face was priceless. "I just wanted to be your fantasy girl as well as your wife, Mike." I said softly. He was instantly hard. "I admit, I have always been a little jealous of those women in the mens magazines you buy. "They look so beautiful, and they are wanted by so many men. Me, I'm just a housewife." 

He looked at me in disbelief. "Honey, this is not the picture of just a housewife." he said holding up the picture to me. "You are pure dynamite in this." He put the photo down and grabbed the box of tissues, handing me a handful. "Please don't cry, honey. I think that I am the luckiest man in the world. I was terrified that I had lost you. I should have trusted you, but the idea of you leaving made me terrified. The only thing that I can tell you is that next time you tell me to wait and trust you. I promise that I will." 

He gathered me in his arms and pulled me onto his lap. He kissed everywhere he could reach as he stroked my hair. "You are the sexiest, bravest, smartest, funniest woman I have ever met. How did I ever get lucky enough to have you in my life?" His eyes wandered to the picture on the table. "So when do I get to see the rest of the story?" He asked casually, but he was hardening under me. 

"I think I may just cancel the whole thing." I said. "Now that is not a secret, I have to find a new present." He hugged me tighter. 

"Oh, no you don't. We have both gone through too much grief to just drop this. And no more secrets!" His tone turned joking. "I guess that I have to find a better present than a slow-cooker for you for Valentines, huh?" He laughed and caught my arm as I swatted at him. He whispered in my ear. "I have an idea. Since you told me today, how about we call this Valentines, and I get to see you in the new lingerie that you bought?" His eyes hooded. 

I teased him, grinding into his swollen member. "Would you like to see me in it, or do you want to wait for the pictures?" He moaned under me. 

"Jesus, I can't believe that you did that. Do you feel how much this is turning me on? I want to see those pictures so bad, I may have a hard on for a month. Show some mercy, woman." He pleaded. He stroked my face. "Honey, I love you. There is nothing that I want more right now than to see you in this new outfit of yours and take it off you with my teeth." 

I giggled. "Okay, here is the deal. I will go have a shower, and put it on. You go wait for me in the bedroom." We kissed, long and passionately. Then I went upstairs got the outfit, and went into the bathroom. 

When I came out there was soft music playing. He had lit the candles that were in the bedroom, and was waiting for me on the bed in a pair of boxers. He gasped when I came in. I had on a wine red silk robe that was open, showing off the matching panties, bra, and garter belt. I was wearing very sheer stockings, and a black pair of stilettos. 

He got off the bed and walked over to me. He straightened the locket that hung from my necklace, one he had given me before we were engaged. "Did you wear this too?" I nodded. The large heart shaped locket contained pictures of both of us and meant a lot to me, but I rarely wore it now that I had a job where I was so active. He stepped close enough that I could feel the heat of his body. He trailed his fingers from the notch of my throat, along my collarbone, then along my arm, making me shudder. 

I looked him in the eyes and said "I love you. Happy Valentines Day." I melted into his arms, and we slow danced together in our underwear. he ran his hands down my back and cupped my ass. I knew that my new panties were getting damp. 

"I get my very own fantasy girl in my bed. How many men get to say that? I don't think that I can take that off with my teeth, but I promise to lick and touch every inch of you, once it is off. You are gorgeous. I can't believe how exciting you are." 

He slipped the robe off my shoulders, letting it drop to the floor. He kneeled in front of me, nuzzling my breasts and stomach as he slipped the panties down my legs. I stepped out of them and braced myself against the dresser. His mouth found my inner lips, and he teased my clit with his tongue. His hands felt along my legs and I had my hands on his shoulders. Soon I was clutching his hair as he sucked me to orgasm. gasping for breath, he caught me before I collapsed. He led me to the bed then pushed me over face down at the edge of it. Both my elbows on the bed I straightened and opened my legs giving him a target that he could not refuse. He was more than ready to take what was offered.

I looked over my shoulder and told him that he was not off the hook yet, I was still mad at him. I was panting heavily and he hesitated. "Mike, I'm joking. Take me now!" He did not need to be invited twice. I was so wet and ready that he managed to get all the way in in just a few strokes. I gave back as good as I got my hips pumping hard. He caught me by the legs, and pushed me up the bed with us still joined, a parody of a wheelbarrow race. 

He kissed my neck his hands all over my body. He whispered in my ear. as he pumped hard in me. "You are my fantasy girl, don't ever doubt it. You have been my fantasy from the moment I met you. You are the hottest, sexiest woman that I have ever known. I am sure that people fantasize about you other than me, you are too fucking sexy not to arouse the imagination of others. I bet that there are people who join your class just to see you panting and sweaty in those tight outfits of yours. And I am proud that they dream of you. I don't get jealous of their thoughts. I can think of you anytime I want, and I am the only one who gets to do this." He plunged hard into me, sending me into another dizzying orgasm as he spurted deep in me. We held each other in a sweaty tangle.

In the afterglow, I asked him if he was serious about not getting jealous. He swore it, but I pushed hard. I needed to know for sure. I needed to know how he felt about the black and white picture that he saw. "Van, that pic would have given me a hard-on on it's own. knowing that it was you and that you made it for me just about made me explode instantly. If it wasn't for the fact that I have super-human powers of withholding my own pleasures..." I slugged him playfully, stopping his line of bragging.

"Mike, I am being serious. I need to know. Janet wants that photo for her ads, and now that I have seen her and Michelle negotiate, I think that I am holding a winning hand in a poker game. I just don't want to make you or me uncomfortable. How would you feel if I was seen like that by everybody? What if they use it as an ad in magazines?"

He moved so that he could look me straight in the eyes. "Vannie, you are wild, hot and fun. Men already fantasize about you naked. Women too, I'll bet. That is not going to stop because I like or don't like it. I have the honor and privilege of being the man you have chosen to spend your life with. So long as that doesn't change, my life is gold. Hell, I want to show you off to the world. I want to show these pictures to everyone and shout out, 'This is my wife!' You can do whatever you want with the pictures that... " He stopped. "Maybe I shouldn't say more until I see them. How far did these photos go?"

I smiled. Oh, it is fun to know that you are holding the winning hand. "Well, the one you saw was taken around 9:30 in the morning, and we were shooting till 4pm, so..."

He damn near jumped off the bed. "Holy Shit! That's where you started?" He was hard again. "I gotta see these! When do I get to peek at the rest of my present?" He unsnapped my garter belt, and reached around to hug me. Somehow my bra came loose at the same time.

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When they were ready, I picked up the pictures, and Mike and I sat down and made two stacks. As we looked through the pictures, I told him about the day, what I was thinking, how I felt, what we were talking about. He told me what he felt about them, individually. We both became so aroused that it took days to sort through them. 

Janet and Jerry installed a full sized black and white poster of me after the shower in the lobby with the club name, their slogan and the words Vanessa: Fitness trainer. On the bottom it said "Photography courtesy of Sweetest Dreams". On it was a pocket with Michelle and Fredrick's business cards. The receptionist spent a lot of time refilling that pocket. The attendance for my classes skyrocketed, and they decided to go ahead and get any willing employees a two hour shoot. Most signed up.

For Valentines, we had a party at our house. We invited Michelle and Frederick, telling them what we planned to do. They declined as they spent all holidays with their precious grandchildren, but came over for coffee and we became good friends. Around fifty people came throughout the afternoon and evening, thrilling Sally who greeted everyone at the door and she and made rounds like a good hostess. Some who came included Jerry and Janet, and Derek and Kim, who we had canceled on a month before. 

We left a photo album on the coffee table closed. An hour into the party Mike saw someone who was bored opened the album. Then closed it, and looked around to see who was looking, and opened it again. They then took it to Mike and told him that it must have been left out by accident. He was surrounded by some of his buddies, and he told the friend that brought it that it was a photo album, and it was there to be looked at. Soon all the men were looking, slapping Mike on the back, telling him how luck he was. 




His Fantasy Girl



One of the women caught hold of it and rescued it, bringing it to me. Her cheeks were flaming and she was furious at what Mike was doing to me. I told her that I was proud of those photos, and they could be looked at by anyone here. I washed my hands, and a group of us women went into the living room and set it out on the coffee table open, and we went through it. All were smoking with sensuality, and were as safe as a bathing suit. 

The ladies wanted to know about the hair, the makeup, the day, how I felt, what I did, why I did it. It was shocking, exciting, and titillating for many I am sure, and I think that Sweetest Dreams got many contracts from it. I would never know for sure. If something was private, Michelle and Frederick never even hinted to anyone. Their discretion was a part of their success.

That was in the eighties, and my body has changed, but it is still me in those photos. Michelle was right, it took many years to get to that kind of relationship, but I am happy that I have it. Trust is a large part of it. To my knowledge, Mike has never shown anyone that second, private album. That is still in our bedroom.



His Fantasy...My Pleasure



What would have happened if I had made that phone call that morning? You would have arrived at my motel room, I would have answered the door wearing nothing but my burgundy silk robe, tied loosely at the waist. Its perfectly obvious that I'm naked underneath it.

You walk in the door and say "hello Lucy" and smile at me. I'm feeling a bit nervous, not scared but just a little unsure of what's going to happen next, only natural I suppose. I do know I want to be closer, I smile at you and walk toward you until we're almost touching. Reaching out a hand, I rest it on your chest, fingers fiddling with your tie.

One of the things I remember most about meeting you the first time, was your smile, and now with you smiling back at me I feel very relaxed and eager to see where this second meeting is going to take us. One of your hands moves to rest on my lower back, I can feel the warmth of it through my robe. Your other hand covers mine that's still resting on your chest.

You gently urge me closer still to you, until my hips are fully touching yours. I look up at you and lick my lips..... you kiss me softly and I let my tongue flick and play with yours. Our kiss deepens then and I press as close as I can. I wrap both my arms around your waist, underneath your suit jacket.

You move both your hands now, one to either side of my face, holding me for your kisses. I tilt my hips against you, in little pulsing movements. You moan softly against my lips and say .. "Lucy, what are you trying to do to me?" I smile and say... "I'm only just getting started Mark, want me to stop?" You shake your head ... "no don't stop Lucy"

I pull away from your arms and lead you further into the room, when we get near the bed I stop you by putting one hand firmly on your chest. You see, I know your secret fantasy..."you want to watch me pleasure myself don't you Mark?" 

Taking a step or two further back from you I lower my hands to the tie of my robe, undoing it and slowly letting it slip from my shoulders to land in a puddle of silk around my feet. Watching your gaze the while time as my body is exposed to you for the very first time, I can see your eyes darken..... "Do you like what you see?" I cup my breasts in my hands and slowly flick my thumbs across my nipples. 

You start to take a step towards me and I shake my head......"no you stay right there, just for the moment." Now I move to lay on the bed, laying back on the pillows, my eyes never leaving yours. My hand starts to trail down my body, I can see you follow its path with your eyes. 

I let my legs fall apart just a little, as my fingers slip between my legs and start to trace my pussy lips. Now that does feel good......I'm greedy though, I want more. I open my legs wider, so you can see me start to tease my clit. Its hiding but soon starts to swell and throb as I rub in little circles around it, just barely touching it. I can hear your breathing and I know you're becoming aroused, I can see it in your eyes. "Can you see how wet I'm getting Mark?.....do you like what you see?" 

You groan loudly and say......"God Lucy, you're driving me insane!" I can see you are just dying to touch but I'm not going to let you, not this time anyway. I smile and you and say..."You have far too many clothes on Mark, take them off for me?" You immediately undress, tie thrown down followed by your suit jacket and shirt, your eyes never leaving me. You kick off your shoes. Socks, pants and underwear follow quickly, until you are standing naked in front of me. Your gloriously erect cock just begging to be touched.

I lick my lips and whisper..... "touch yourself for me Mark" I watch as you circle your cock with your fingers, you moan as you start to stroke just how you like it. God that looks so damn good Mark. I know it feels good too, by the expression on your face. The fingers of your other hand start to tease your balls, just like I want to do.

You are making me so hot, watching you. I open my legs still wider and start to rub my clit firmly, in little circles still, occasionally slipping my fingers lower to drag some moisture to my clit. It feels like its on fire! I start to move my hips uncontrollably, I slip two fingers into my pussy, in and out.....fucking myself with them. My thumb rubbing my clit firmly.

I cant move my gaze from you, watching you, feeling what your feeling and moving ever closer to that point where I know we'll both lose total control. You move to kneel between my spread legs, I can see your face is flushed with arousal, the same as I know mine is.

You aren't touching me but I can feel your body heat. I can hear your breathing becoming faster and more labored. Your hand is moving so fast on your cock. Precum clearly visible at the little slit. 

I'm moaning loudly now, hips thrusting to meet my fingers, fucking myself hard. God I feel like I'm going to explode! You know it too. You look down into my eyes and say....."cum for me Lucy....cum baby"

The feelings are so intense, I cant take much more. You watch as I arch my back, my eyes close and I'm cumming so hard, so powerfully.....and that's all it takes to send you over the edge too. I hear you groan loudly, "God Lucy......" I open my eyes and watch as you explode and I feel your hot cum land on my lower belly and my pussy. My fingers leave my pussy, trail through your cum all the way up to my mouth, and I suck our juices off my fingers. Delicious.

We smile tenderly at each other, totally spent...for the moment anyway.



His Fantasy Shower



He did what he does every day for the last 10 years. Come home from work at 5, yell to an empty house that he’s home, drop his briefcase on the desk, go upstairs undress, and step into the shower. With the water running he would close his eyes and imagine his wife on her knees sucking his cock. 

Only this time when he step into the shower he caught a flash of movement out of the corner of her eye. He turn to look and stop dead in his steps. He saw his next door neighbor laying on her bed, naked, and her hand was rubbing her pussy. He couldn’t help but watch. Now he like young, slim girls with big titties. But this lady was what they call a bbw, Big Beautiful Woman, and he was getting turn on watching her. He look down to find his hand was wrap around his cock, and he was stroking himself. He look back up at her, and she was pushing her finger’s deep inside her pussy, his hand kept in time with her hand. He turn to lean against the wall and watched as her hips lifted to meet her finger, his hand squeeze his cock as he lean his arm against the wall his hips started pumping, moving his cock in and out of his hand.

“Oh god baby, your pussy feels so fucking good!!!  Oh yes that’s it, squeeze my cock.  Ooooooo fuck baby!!  Pussy so fucking tight. Oh God I’m going to cum soon honey.  Oh God here it cummmmmmmmsssss!!!!” he said grunting with each hard thrust into his hand.

He finish his shower, and later that night when his wife came to bed he tried to interest her into fucking, but she just told him she wasn’t in the mood. Then she turned over and go to sleep. Over the next few months when he took his shower after work, he would watch his neighbor fuck herself with her fingers a few times he saw her use a vibe.

One day while in the back yard he noticed that she had a computer, and she was surfing around. He watch as she stop at this site that had men with huge hard cocks getting suck, and fuck. She spent some time there,  He saw her hand cupping her tit, and pinching a nipple. He look around and saw that no one was watching and his wife wasn’t home. So he pulled his cock out and started jerking off.

After a few more weeks pass, he couldn’t get her off his mind. Whenever he got horny, she floated in his fantasy, He would get hard, and he’d have to jerk off just to get some relief. Then one day while watching her in the back yard he got an idea. He went in search of his binocular’s. Having found them he went back outside to a place where no one could see what he was doing.

After a while she pulled up her messenger and he saw that she had yahoo, as he watched he focus in on her ID, he got it and wrote it down quickly. Then he went inside look at the clock he had just under an hour before his wife would be home. He look up her profile, and send her an email telling that he was married, and that he was wondering if she was interested in having an email buddy or if she had messenger they could chat. He click send, turn off the computer, and went upstairs to shower before his wife came home. As he was fucking his hand again he saw her walking into her bedroom smiling.

“Oh yes baby I love watching you undress for me, can’t wait till I can slip this hard cock of mine slowly into your bare pussy, and you screaming my name.......” he said groaning.

  Oh fuck!!, she would come home now.” he said when he saw his wife pulling in.  

“Bend over baby this will have to be a real quick fuck. Oh yes that's it!! Oh fuck cummingggg!!!!!.” he grunted. “OH fuck yesssss!!!” he groan when he saw her bend over.

He blew his load all over the bathroom wall. Then dress quickly meeting his wife in the kitchen.

He couldn’t get back to his email till a week later. cases at work, by the time he made it home, his sexy, hot neighbor was already in bed. He couldn’t even play in the shower cause his wife would hear him. 

Today he got home early, so he open his email to find she had written back, it brought a smile to his face. He added her to his messenger, and found that she was online. He IM her and she answer right back. They chatting for over an hour, and he ask her if she had any sexy pictures he could use to jerk off, cause she was turning him on. She wrote back she think about it and let him know. he heard his wife pull in and he told he had to go that his wife just pulled in from work. She told him bye and she would be on same time tomorrow. 

But later that evening when went online he found an email from her waiting for him. When he open it he was instantly hard, and was jerking off to picture after picture of her lovely sexy body in every position he wanted her in. After he blasted a load under the desk he sent her a email telling her just what her pictures did to him and what he did while looking at her.

Over the next few months they chatted, and they even cyber a few times. Then one day he sent her a message telling her that he had something he needed to tell her. The next morning he sat at his desk at work and compose an email telling her everything from when he first saw her, what she was doing, to him getting so turn on he fuck his hand while she was fucking herself with her fingers, and he got her email address to write her. sent it off and went about his day ,thinking about all day.

She open the email thinking it would be bad news. She was shock at first, then she was getting turn on with all he was telling her. She still wasn’t sure who he was yet, but he must live close to her. But when she got to the end of the letter....

“I wanted to let you know that I find you so hot and sexy looking that whenever I think about sex it’s your face and body that comes to mind, and I’d love to have you under me, on top of me, in front of me, in any, and every position we can come up there. I know you know that I’m married, but my wife and I haven’t had sex in, oh my, I hate to say it but believe it’s the truth, in over 2 years, she has sucked me a few time sense then, but I want to feel something hot,wet, and having it squeezing my cock, I want to cuddle up, rubbing skin to skin, naked and touching and loving. If your interested plz let me love you. by the way I’m Tom I live right next door, your bedroom facing my bathroom.  P.S. I WOULD LOVE TO WATCH YOU WALK AROUND NAKED IN AND OUT OF YOUR HOUSE HONEY. Yours! Tom.” she read it again just to be sure she read it right the first time.

It didn’t take her long to answer him she quickly wrote back, and sent it off to him within an hour of getting it.

When he got home that night his wife was home already so he couldn’t get to see if she email him back,

“I’m sorry dear but this is too good to pass up I have to take this trip, I’ll be gone for a week, Tom? Tom? TOM!!!, are you listening to me?” she ask.

I’m sorry Dear.” he said smiling, and shaking his head, “My mind, what is it again please.” he said to her.

She told him again, but all he could think about was, he’d have a week to fuck his sexy neighbor if she wanted to. He quickly put it out of his mind, and asked her if she needed any help. With his help she was pack and the cab was pulling into the driveway and he kissed her bye and put her luggage in the trunk and watch her leave. He booted up his computer and was into his email.

“Good she wrote back.” he thought. 

He open it and read.

“Mmmmm, what you say sounds wonderful, I want to feel, see, and play with your hard cock for a long time, provably longer than you have know. I first saw you standing in your back yard one night about 3 days after I move in, about three years ago I think. I finger fuck myself while I watch your wife suck your cock. I couldn’t believe how big your cock was, I though at the time he was about 7 or 8 inches long and she could take half it down her throat. I guess the answer to your question is yes I would love to be with you, but honey how can we your wife is home every evening and we’re gone at work during the day. Just let me know and we can work it out somehow. hugs, kisses, and lots of licks, Bev.” she wrote.

He brought up his messenger and saw she was on.

“His a good hard 10 inches of thick throbbing meat, that wants you so very much right this minute” he typed.

“OMG” she sent back, with a smiley face sucking a dick.

“I got the surprise of my life when I came home from work this evening. My wife had to leave town on business for the next week, so we have a week to play, if you want to come on over use the back door, I’ll be waiting, lover.” he told her, sending it off.

“Hell yes I want, I’ll be over in 5 or less, depends on how fast i can dress just for you.” she wrote back. 

He watch as she went off line and his pulled off his clothes and lock the front door, pulled all the blinds down, and went into the kitchen to wait for her. Seconds later a soft knock came he got up and open the door to find her standing there naked. He quickly pulled her into the house close and lock the door and had his mouth press against hers in seconds flat. Her hand went to his shoulders and then slowly explored down his body. His hands slid up to her face holding her to deepen the kiss then slowly his mouth move to her neck.

“Oh fuck baby, touch my cock!!, Mmmmm, I want to feel your hand wrap around him....... OH GOD BABY!!  YESS PLAY WITH ME!!!!!  OH FUCK YES!!!!!!” he groan, moving his mouth down to her tit’s.

His mouth close tightly on her nipple making her cry out in pleasure. His hand squeeze them together as he lick both nipples hard, pushing them together tighter he took both nipples in his mouth, sucking on them hard. Her finger dug into his arms. She step back breathing hard and fast, holding up her hand to him.

“Slow down baby we have lots of time, right now I want to suck your cock.” she told him.

“Only if I can eat your pussy baby.” he told her.

He took her hand and lead her into the guest bedroom, laid her back on the bed and crawl up over her, his face resting between her open thighs.

“Suck away baby, Mmmm, can’t wait to get a taste of this, mmmm, great looking pussy of mine, and believe me baby it is mine.” he said, burying his mouth into her pussy, tongue slipping inside.

He lick and suck her pussy till she came in a steam of moans, and groans. His cock was hard, and throbbing so intensely he wanted to cum so bad but she squeeze the base to hold him back.

“OH MY FUCKING GOD BABY! PLEASE LET ME CUM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” he begged.

“Fuck me baby fuck me hard , and sum deep inside my fucking pussy.” she begged him.

He moved around got between her legs, open them wide, rubbed his cock head against her pussy, then slammed his cock deep inside her. He pounded her pussy hard, and she scream for him duck her even harder.

“OH FUCK I’M CUMMINGGGG!!” she yelled.

He grunted four times then sucked her nipple in his mouth and shot thick wads of hot cum deep inside her.