3 comments/ 13380 views/ 1 favorites Realized By: FantasyRed I knew. When I saw you climb out of the car in your tight jeans, buttoning your grey sport coat, I just knew this would be the night my curiosity would get the better of me at the exact moment my conscience looked the other way. Of all the things that made you irresistible, perhaps the strongest was knowing you were completely off-limits. We both knew the ball had been in my court for a long time, that a fucking would be inevitable. It had been fun playing The Game, pretending everything was normal in public, all the while speaking in private about scandalous, unmistakable deeds. Our musings had become so graphic they felt like memories of actual events rather than unrealized fantasies. The closest we'd come before this night was at the reunion, when we suddenly found ourselves the only two people behind the old brick building, sharing a smoke. You wore your boner all over your face, and I wondered if you could smell the arousal steaming from between my thighs. Later that night, I came off the bed to the thought of you snug inside me, hot and eager, behind that building. It felt so real I could almost feel the brick scraping against my bare ass. On this night, I watched you greet them all, working the room with ease and a delightful secret. Bro-slaps on the shoulder and overplayed handshakes for the men, polite kisses to the ladies' cheeks. To any casual observer our greeting would appear the same, but I knew you were mentally sucking my tits as you shifted your weight to hide the bulge in your pants. I very consciously tortured you with a naughty stare, simply because I knew it would work. I wished to God I knew the actual shape of your cock as well as I knew what made you tick. We met in the garage quite by accident, where I was sent to retrieve a bag of ice. At least I think it was an accident. I certainly didn't know you were going to be in there. I don't think you did either, but maybe I don't give you enough credit. The buzz of the alcohol may have been responsible for the flush of my cheeks, but the unsteady breathing and rapid heart rate was all you. We took a simultaneous split-second to consider, we'll have plenty of time to readjust and look natural if someone opens the door and comes down the stairs. Just enough time to sneak a kiss, or a feel... I leaned against the workbench as I struggled with my bottle before you opened it for me. Even though you had your own that was nearly full, you took a pull from my beer before handing it back. With no words, you stepped closer to place your beer on the counter behind me. Involuntarily, I reached my free hand around your waist and rubbed your lower back. I saw you close your eyes tightly before you ran your hand up my waist and placed it gently, silently on my breast. Like a teenager afraid of his partner's reaction, you watched my face for any sign of apprehension or disgust. I happen to know for a fact you didn't find any. You pressed yourself against me for the briefest of moments, so close I could smell the beer on your breath and the light scent of your fading cologne. Your cock pushed against the soft flesh of my inner thigh. Your heavy breathing turned to something more like a growl, which made me wonder if the maddening temptation had become painful. I felt like I should say something, but nothing I tried in my head seemed appropriate or necessary. "There's nothing worse than a girl who talks when there isn't anything new to say," you once told me. I leaned back and braced my elbows on the workbench, which thrust my crotch toward yours. Through the thin fabric of my skirt and your trousers, I felt your rod cradled against my slit. Arching my back, I experimented with moving my hips up and down. Your growling turned to moaning as I felt you tighten even harder between my legs. Just as I tossed my head back and started giving into the sensations, I heard the door to the garage spring open from the other side of the fridge. "Hey man, grab me another one, too," hollered a random partier. Snapped violently from our blissful dry-fucking, we grabbed our drinks and emerged from the garage without a word. I instantly felt superior to every single person in the room, not only for having had you between my legs, but also for harboring a secret that would scandalize them all. I jumped as I felt someone swiping at my ass. "Oh, your poor skirt!" Julie exclaimed, brushing me off, "You must have brushed it up against Todd's dusty work bench..." The twitch in your eye was priceless. I headed for the bathroom in the hallway, only to find it occupied. Knowing Julie and Todd wouldn't mind, I jogged up the stairs to their master bathroom. As I stood at the sink washing my hands, a wave of mischief overcame me. I locked the door, jiggled the knob hard, and set my beer on the back of the toilet. I climbed on top of the double vanity and spread my legs, one heel in each sink. I pulled my skirt up as I smiled at my naughty, drunken reflection. Taking my cell phone in one hand and pulling the crotch of my black cotton panties to the side with the other, I practiced my best seductress face in the mirror. I unbuttoned my blouse, exposing my matching bra before snapping a few pictures. I gritted my teeth in order to keep quiet as I rubbed furiously at my pink, throbbing flesh. After catching my breath and buttoning my blouse, I grabbed my beer and ambled carelessly out the door as if I hadn't just masturbated on someone else's sink. As I made my way down the stairs, feeling satisfied as I clicked 'send' on a picture message, I saw you smoking on the porch and stepped out to join you. I walked silently over to you, pulled the cigarette from between your lips and took a drag as you pulled your phone from your pocket. Handing your cigarette back, I watched your eyes widen as you registered the scent on my fingers. I smiled and went back inside, knowing you would be watching me walk away if it weren't for the slutty picture you'd just discovered on your phone. Sometime between the porch and the end of the night, it appeared you had blown way past your limit. Your typically smooth gait became an unsteady swerve, your jokes turned racier, and your voice became loud and slurry. As everyone began gathering their purses and keys, Amy asked me if I was ready to leave. "He's definitely not ok to drive," I thumbed in your general direction, "I appreciate you picking me up earlier but I think I'm going to drive his car home and make sure he makes it in ok." Amy agreed and offered, "That's probably a good idea. I'll follow you and drive you the rest of the way home." "Don't be silly," I waved her off, "I live around the corner from him, I'll just walk." After several annoying minutes of convincing Amy to leave me to my plan, I dragged you to your car and buckled you in. We drove the few miles to your house without speaking. I pulled into your driveway and glanced over to see you passed out. I gave your shoulder a shove, "We're here." You pried yourself away from the cool window with a groan. I knew you were going to hate yourself in the morning. Leading you by the hips, I guided you up the front steps as you fumbled in your pocket for your house keys. "Fuck," you grumbled, "I left my keys at Todd's." And back to the car we went. Rather than take you all the way back to their house, I made the fateful decision to take you to mine. After doing the whole song and dance again, I struggled to hold on to you as I dug through my purse for my house keys. Once we made it through the door, I tossed my purse in the dark to the entry table I knew would be there to catch it. As I turned around to flip the light on, I felt strong hands grab me from behind, spinning me around. My scream was muffled by lips and a tongue that probed my mouth unapologetically as I was literally swept off my feet. I suddenly realized it wasn't an intruder who had picked me up into a fireman's carry, but rather the very intoxicated man who moments earlier needed assistance walking up three steps. "Woah, woah," I pulled away from his face, "Put me down before you drop—" "I'm not drunk." You proclaimed as you started up the stairs, "The beer I opened in the garage with you was my last one." "Bullshit," I argued, "You passed out in the car." Stopping halfway up the staircase, you smiled as you smugly recalled, "You sang every word of 'Friends in Low Places' when it came on the radio, you rolled through a stop sign at Eighth and Main, and you sprayed yourself with the perfume from under your seat before waking me up in the driveway." I slapped your arm playfully, "You're such a shit!" You tossed me on my half-made bed before throwing your keys (that's right, your keys) on the nightstand, and crawled up to me. "Finally bought us a night together, didn't I? And no one will think twice about my car being in your driveway all night." I was tingling from head to toe, thrust into the realization that for one night, we didn't have to lie, pretend, hurry or be quiet. I pulled your face to mine, hungry for what I'd been craving for so long. I raked my hands through your hair and arched my hips to yours, eager to feel your hard length against me again. You leaned up to remove your jacket as I worked the buttons on your shirt, wishing I was brave enough to just rip them off. You peeled my top off and pinned my arms over my head, leaning down to kiss my neck. Your breath on my skin drew a labored moan from my lips that I didn't even realize I was holding back. I watched your arms ripple as you stood to kick off your shoes, unbuckle your belt and shove your pants down your thighs. I loved this moment, when your composure folded long enough to reveal the overeager lover beneath. I crawled to the edge of the bed, admiring your ass in boxer briefs before you removed them and tossed your watch on the nightstand. When you turned back, you smiled as you ran your fingers through my hair, appreciating the sight of me on my hands and knees in a bra, thong and stilettos. Stroking your cock for the first time, I laughed to myself that it seemed perfect in every way – mostly straight with a quirky little curve, smooth yet hard enough to burst. I viewed its impressive size as a delicious challenge. I wrapped my hand around the base of your shaft, squeezing as I sucked on the tip of your cock. I purposely let the mixture of my saliva and your pre-cum dribble down to your balls, using it as lubricant while I stroked you slowly. Breathing in your clean, musky scent, I sucked you deeper into my mouth. As you ran your fingers through my hair, I could tell you were fighting a biological urge to grab my face and force your way down my throat. To reward you for your patience, I sucked you in as deep as I could, until I felt my lower lip brush against your balls. You groaned, which told me you clearly weren't expecting such skill. I took that as a compliment. Allowing myself to make slippery, wet noises, I worked my mouth furiously up and down your shaft, gently tugging and squeezing your balls from time to time. I played it up big, pulling out every trick I knew. Not only was I eager to show off, it made me excited to feel in control of your pleasure. When I felt you getting close, I used my free hand to push on your abdomen, right above your shaft. Like a perfect gentleman, you warned me you were about to come in my mouth. It was cute that you assumed I wouldn't swallow. When I felt the first spurt of warm, salty gel touch my tongue, I took a big breath and sucked you as far down my throat as I could. When your spasms finally stopped, I pulled you from my lips with a dramatic smack and rose on my knees to meet you face to face. You were smiling lazily, and pulled me in by the small of my back. I wanted to see how you'd react to being kissed by the woman who just had your semen in her mouth. I forced my lips against yours, and was pleasantly surprised when you pried my lips farther open, crushing me with your kiss. I grabbed your shoulders and threw myself onto your chest, wrapping my legs around your torso. You lifted me on top of the tall dresser, your wicked intent revealed the moment I realized I my crotch was level with your face. You must have read my mind as you ripped my panties at each side, sliding the destroyed fabric out from under my ass and tossing them aside. So intense. So fucking hot. You ran a tentative finger down my slit, clit to asshole, before using your thumbs to part my pussy lips. You gave a flick of the tongue against my throbbing nub and I thought you planned to tease and torture me. But you didn't. You ran another finger between my labia and brought it to my mouth, offering me a taste of my own fluids. I opened and tasted my tangy, slick desire for you. "Tell me how you like it," you demanded, "Talk dirty to me." I hesitated only for a moment before ordering you to suck my cunt. I grabbed a handful of your hair and used it to guide your lips and tongue right where I wanted them. "Use your whole mouth," I instructed you, feeling certain you enjoyed your face in my pussy. The feel of your stubble and hot breath against my sensitive folds had me panting in no time. You reached under my ass and slung my legs over your shoulders, moving your head from side to side as you messily tongued and slurped. "Use your fingers, baby," I instructed you, "Fuck my pussy while you lick my clit." Eagerly, you used two fingers to fill my tight channel, and it took no time at all for my body to respond. Hoping you could still breathe, I grabbed onto the hair on the back of your head and held you against my core, hips bucking and thighs shaking beneath you as I soaked your hand with my juices. "Fuck!" I cried out, thankful no one was around to hear me. I relaxed my grip on your head as you wiped your mouth with the back of your hand. I could feel my ass cheeks sticking to the dresser, a product of my own wetness, as you lifted me down. I pushed you onto the bed and climbed on top of you, straddling your hard-again cock. Needing no assistance whatsoever guiding it to the right place, I circled your tip with my wetness until you lifted your hips and slid all the way inside me, swift and powerful. Taken off guard, I opened my mouth to cry out in pain, until I realized it had quickly given way to intense pleasure. I felt your velvety and unforgiving thickness stretching the walls inside me, still quivering from the intense orgasm. Impaling myself completely, the tip of you charging against my cervix, I began rocking my hips back and forth on your lap. When I leaned forward, I gasped as I realized I could fuck your cock and grind my clit against your pelvis at the same time. I felt you somewhat cautiously tugging at my tits, tweaking my nipples. You were definitely on the right track, but I needed something extreme to match what was going on down below. "Pinch..." I ordered, "Pinch my fucking nipples!" Naturally, you did exactly that. "Ohhhhh, God, Oh God, Oh God..." "I'm gonna come," You announced calmly, yet I knew you were losing control. "Come with me!" I begged, "I'm almost there..." Hoping I wasn't hurting you, but knowing you wouldn't stop me even if I was, I braced myself on your chest as I leaned forward slightly, slamming my hips down onto yours over and over. I tossed my head back and roared obscenities that seemed appropriate for how bold and deliciously slutty I felt. Feeling my pussy milking your shaft, my thighs squeezing and shaking, the wetness rolling down from between my sheath and your shaft must have put you over the edge. I felt you rolling and shuddering beneath me, digging your fingertips into my hipbones to steady your own rocking orgasm. Neither a care nor a fraction of guilt existed between us for our actions, our carelessness or the potential far-reaching consequences of what we had just done. Realizing a Fantasy This is the second story that I have written for Literotica that is absolutely 100% true. I have hesitated for some time to write this, there are some very personal admissions on my part in the story. My wife has no idea that I have done this though she knows that I write here. I haven't included her name so she wouldn't have anything to worry about anyway. This particular evening occurred within the past 2 years and we were both in our 60's!!! The story, as indicated is absolutely true and nothing is exaggerated. The photos of this night have been posted more than once on a well known adult site. I hope you enjoy. * I know we've all heard the old adage "be careful what you wish for," well for some time I was afraid that was my situation. I, apparently like a number of other husbands, had a real desire to watch my wife with someone else. Why?- - hell I don't know, it was just a fantasy I had that kept growing stronger and stronger. We did get as far as making it a part of our lovemaking. I would ask her if she would like a nice, big strange cock and she would reply yes but of course I knew that she didn't really mean it. We had a great sex life and no problems. Then after I turned 50 I began to experience some ED issues. At first it was just occasional, then more frequent. I finally got up the nerve to talk to my doc about it and after questioning me he said he wanted me to have blood work because some of my symptoms sounded like low testosterone but he also issued me a prescription for Viagra. The little blue pill worked wonders but I also found out that my testosterone level was extremely low. I began using a testosterone compound each evening and using the Viagra. After blood work it was determined that I was still low so they doubled the amount of testosterone I was using. Now I was like a 20 year old. I just about drove my wife crazy. I had the same urges I had 30 years before and with the pill I could back it up. About 6 years ago I was diagnosed with type 2 diabetes which further wrecked my amorous activities. Things still worked pretty good but I could not maintain an erection. We stumbled around for a couple of years or so, me doing OK now and not so good the next time. During this time, I think in an effort to help me get fired up we once again brought the fantasy of her with someone else into our lovemaking. At points I would tell her that I could probably perform fine if we were in a threesome situation. Our lovetime conversations continued for a few months and then one night, when she was working hard towards an orgasm I asked her if she really wanted to do it and she answered "yes." I was shocked and also incredibly turned on. I said, "do you really mean it?" and she answered "yes." I pumped her hard then and erupted better than I had for some time. This began our march toward a threesome. In the meantime I was once again having some problems and began to really get frustrated. In desperation I went to a Urologist and began injecting my penis with tri-mix. That pumped life back into it for almost a year and then its effect became minimized. I began to tell her that she deserved a hard cock instead of mine. Using mine was like trying to shove a wet noodle up a wildcat's ass. "No," she said, "I want your cock, not someone else's." "But you're not getting anything," I countered. As time went on I would wait until after she had cum whether from a vibrator, dildo and fingers, my mouth, whatever, and we had calmed down, I would say softly to her, " tell the truth, wouldn't it have felt good with a nice hard cock in there?" She would think a little and finally would sigh and say, "yes it might feel pretty good." I had gotten to the point where I truly was not trying to get her to help make my fantasy come true, I genuinely felt bad for her, she was getting cheated. One night finally she said to me ....... "do you think you could find someone, I mean someone that would be nice, and respectful, you know what I mean." I could hardly believe she was saying this. The trouble was we did not party, had no friends who might be the type to go for that. I was a member of a site on the internet where we posted our wives photos (my wife was well aware of my posting her), and I looked at Craigslist occasionally. It was really tough though trying to figure out who would be OK and who would not. I had become very good friends with a fellow on the adult internet site. We discussed sports, working, and lots of discussion about sex. We became well enough acquainted that one day he told me how much he would like to fuck my wife, which was fine with me. I didn't say anything to him but just told him that the three of us should get together some day for lunch, very informal, maybe a food court at one of our big malls. He thought that sounded fine and told me to let him know when. Now my only problem would be convincing my wife to go along with it. After dinner that evening, and the mandatory washing of the dishes I sat her down at the kitchen table and told her I wanted to talk to her. Later she told me that she was afraid I was going to tell her I was leaving her, why she thought this I did not have a clue. "No sweetheart, nothing like that," I said calmly, "do you remember our conversation about getting.....shall we say, a more erect male member deposited inside your long neglected vagina?" She looked at me blankly. "A nice hard cock for that beautiful pussy of yours," I said sharply. "Oh that," she said," well yes I remember it. I hope that doesn't mean that you've got something all planned out already, remember, I was supposed to have a say in this too," she said angrily. "Slow down girl, nothing has even been suggested "(a little lie) I said. "Look I know a guy that I have been talking to for over 3 years now, he is a super nice guy, polite and not pushy, at least he doesn't seem to be, so I was thinking that maybe some lunchtime we could run over to the mall and meet him, have a sandwich and get acquainted. Nothing more, just a little conversation so that we can actually judge whether or not he is someone we might and I emphasize might, want to get involved with. How does that sound?" She sat quietly, looking at me, then picking at an apple which she had started to eat. I could see her thinking, then looking back at me. "Look honey," I said, "we are just talking about talking. In other words we will meet him, get better acquainted with each other and just have an enjoyable visit, nothing else." "OK," she replied. "You're saying no talking about sex or any of him telling me what he would like to do to me or my pussy or anything like that." I had to smile, her shrill expression, wanting to make sure nothing would happen. I was confused about her use of the word pussy. Jeanne just didn't use that word usually. O sure, in the middle of a hot sex session between us she might but not just in regular conversation. "No, actually he is going to throw you under the table, tear away your clothing, mount you and fuck the daylights out of you. I'm going to take our digital camera along and get lots of pictures. "Smart ass", she sneered, "we'll never get anyplace like this." I took her hands in mine. "Jeanne, you know I'm not going to do anything to hurt you and no there will not be any sex conversation unless you change your mind. If so, you will have to let us know as we don't intend to pressure you." "Hmmm, so how exactly would this work?" she asked. "Well, I'm sure he would agree to a little lunch and a get acquainted session. Nothing more, nothing less." "Well, OK, I guess, see if he's interested in meeting us." For someone with ED it seemed I wasn't having any problems now getting, if not a towering hardon it was at least a respectable erection. It was from thinking about a threesome with my friend pounding her pussy and all of us enjoying it. Next day, at breakfast, I couldn't put it off any longer. "Jeanne, honey, I think I need to tell you something. Something about our friend that we will meet next week for lunch." I said softly. "What babe, what do you need to tell me," she said. "I've never told you his name. It is David, same as mine, but there is one other big thing that you have to know, he is also black......................." "Black! she half shouted, what do you mean black?" "You know Jeanne, African American, black, negro, what else can I say to describe him?" She looked at me for what seemed to me like an eternity. Jeanne was born and grew up in the south when things were still strictly controlled between the races. She had lived now in Ohio far longer than she ever lived in the south. We had many friends and acquaintances who were African-American and cherished our friendship with them. It was apparent that race was not going to play a role in whatever came about. In the ensuing days we set up the time for the next week. Jeanne was so nervous, trying to figure out what to wear. Nothing too sexy but she did want to look hot. She settled on a hot pink top and black trousers. Jeanne has 38DD breasts which appeared gorgeous. She had no intention of letting them hang out or go looking like a $ 5.00 whore though. We met with our friend and she clearly saw that everything I had said about him was true. He was gracious and polite and tried to entertain her with conversation. She on the other hand sat there like a deer in the headlights. He never even mentioned anything that might be construed as offensive or to be in any way about sex. She on the other hand sat there like she was paralyzed, I don't think saying more than 4 or 5 words, a fact that caused Dave and I to have some humorous conversation later. Now the situation got a little difficult. Who says, "let's go fuck," for instance. I didn't want to pressure her but we were now using Dave by name in our lovemaking fantasies. Finally one night I said to her, "if we are indeed going to do this don't you think it's time to make some arrangements." To my surprise she said, "I'll line up the baby sitter, just tell me the date and time.' I should say at this time that we have an adult handicapped child and thus the reason for a babysitter. I could hardly stand to think of it. The mental picture I was forming was just too hot. I talked to Dave on Yahoo Messenger and we settled on a date and time. The day before we were to meet him she suggested we go to the mall so she could buy something sexy for our meeting. To me this was a good sign that she was now interested in the situation. She ended up purchasing a light pink top and panties and for some reason a darker pink set of knee socks. On Saturday we were both really nervous. I kept hoping she wouldn't say "forget it at the last minute." Mid-afternoon she said to me, "well, I think I'll take a bath," then smiled at me and winked. At the end of her bath she called me into the bathroom. "I shaved my legs," she said to me, "I just want you to shave the backs of them just in case there's some hair back there, I need to be real smooth," she said with a chuckle. The baby sitter arrived about 5 and we left shortly after. I had put a small cooler in the backseat and stopped at a convenience store for some refreshments and ice for later. We arrived at the motel and I gave them a song and dance about my wife's relatives coming through on the interstate and they were going to stop and visit with us so we would be leaving later in the evening. They didn't say anything but I'm sure, even taking into consideration my mature appearance, they knew exactly what we were there for. It was a motel with no individual outside entrances so our friend would have to meet me in the lobby. Here he was an African-American and I had told them we were waiting on one of my wife's relatives. What a joke! We got to the room, entered and turned the air conditioner on and she began undressing. I called Dave on his cell-phone to let him know that we were there and what our room number was. He informed me that he was only about 15 minutes away. We had a little romantic interlude on the bed with me kissing her and massaging her tits The desk called to tell me that there was someone there in the lobby for me and that I needed to come down and escort him up. I now realized what a stupid attempt I had made to try to convince them that we were only there to meet relatives. He and I laughed all the way up to the 3rd floor. We got to the room and entered. My wife was sitting in the middle of the bed with her feet tucked under her. I took my slacks off but left on my boxers and my shirt. Dave sat down in a chair and I got on the bed with my wife. We talked for a little while and my wife shocked me when she said, "well, what do we do now, do we take our clothes off or what?" I whispered to her, "why don't you take your panties off?" She whispered back," I already did while you were gone." She had pulled her shirt down to her hips and sitting as she was I didn't realize that she had on only her sexy top and her knee socks. She began to play with my cock and I started to finger her. I suggested to Dave that he join us but he said "you guys go ahead, I'll join you in a few minutes." I pulled her down and we began some serious kissing. I also continued to finger her. She was amazingly wet and I could tell she was ready. I worked my boxers off and pulled her over so she was above me. She bent over and began sucking me. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Dave removing his clothes. I was hoping that neither she nor I would chicken out. I could now see Dave doing something that I quickly realized was opening a package with a condom inside. I next felt the bed move as he got on and moved up behind her. Suddenly she let out a strong moan and I realized, that for the very first time since our marriage, many years before, another man's cock had entered and was now fucking my wife's pussy. I couldn't believe my excitement. I moved away from them and got my digital camera. At the last moment she had agreed to let me take it. Dave was fucking her doggy style and was shoving it to her pretty hard. He was definitely larger than me though not some monster cock but I still wondered if she would be OK with it. She was moaning and fucking back at him so I figured it was all good. They fucked that way for about 10 minutes with him telling her how tight she was and how wet. He also remarked at how hot she was inside, a fact that I was aware of since I had had my fingers in her earlier. He pulled out of her and she rolled over onto her back. I asked her "are you OK?" and she smiled and nodded her head yes. Dave moved over between her legs and pushed into her again. Once again she let out a very audible moan. She moved her hand down between them so she could get at her clit which was no surprise since she does the same with me. She began to finger herself which I think excited Dave even more. He moved her legs up, her knees touching her tits and was really pounding her hard. Their faces were so close that I thought they were getting ready to kiss which would have been a big turn on for me but they did not. They were quietly talking though and I heard him say "do you like my black cock?" "Oh yes, yes," she said, "I love that big black cock." Immediately she said back," are you enjoying my little white pussy?" "Oh baby, I love your white pussy," he said, pumping away rapidly, " my cock fits in there just right." Jeanne was rubbing her clit hard now.I knew that she was very near to cumming. I couldn't resist snapping some photos of her as this occurred. She came hard and Dave continued to fuck her hard. I figured he was getting ready to cum but instead he slowly pulled out of her. He asked her if she would be willing to give him oral and she said "sure." He asked her if he could remove the condom and she nodded yes. She began to fellate him and his reaction was one of pleasure as he began to groan. She was lying flat on the bed and he was on his knees. He began moving faster, fucking her mouth hard. He slowed slightly and asked her where she wanted him to cum. "Wherever you want to," she said. He pulled out of her mouth and began to jack himself. He began cumming hard, shooting all over her tits. She began to giggle. I looked and his cum was slowly running down over her breast, and down to her throat. He quickly grabbed a towel and began to wipe his cum off of her. We each reclined on the bed after grabbing a soft drink and talked, just mostly small talk and no wild and crazy sex talk. When we got home and paid the babysitter, we went to the bedroom and undressed. She said to me," next time it's going to be different." "What do you mean?" I said. "I mean the next time I'm gonna be more relaxed, I'm gonna show him how I can give him a real blowjob and I'm gonna get on top of him and fuck his ears off." I was taken aback and was starting to wonder if I had started something that was going to turn around and bite me in the ass. We fucked each other silly for the next few days, talking each time about our great threesome with Dave. Soon however, she no longer talked about it and seemed to start cooling off with regard to another threesome. For the next year or so we set something up, even to the point that I made motel reservations but for one reason or another she would back out. After that I didn't say much to her about it. It has left an empty place for me at least but I can't sit around and dwell on it. I still love my wife very much. We have seen Dave for lunch several times since that night and I talk to him frequently on Instant Messenger. He wants to get with her again, after overcoming nerves during our first encounter he and I both think that she would have a much better time. She talks about it occasionally but thus far I have gotten no commitment from her to do so. This story is not as polished as some that I have written here and that is because I have written it just exactly as it occurred. That's where it all stands. I still look at those photos frequently and recall that evening and it is a very powerful turn on. As I said at the beginning, I have no idea why I want to see someone else fuck my wife. I love her so very much, the lady I have been with for over 40 years. It was not then, and is not now, anything to do with race. If Dave had been white, that would have been fine. We both admit that we were lucky though, he was and is a very considerate, clean and discrete person who we both consider a good friend. Realizing I'm An Exhibitionist A number of years ago, I used to frequent the local nude beach. Wreck Beach is tucked under the cliffs of the university on Vancouver's west side. To access it, you have to climb down lots of steep, home-made steps cut into the side of the tree and brush covered cliff face. Being somewhat inaccessible, there were very few police patrols and the few times they did patrol, they arrived by boat so we all had plenty of time to hide our alcohol and marijuana. For the most part, Wreck offered a glimpse into a self-managed community of hippies, naturists, voyeurs, exhibitionists, and gay men. We all got along well and looked out for one another. It was a safe place to spend an afternoon. During most of my twenties, I was what you'd call Rubenesque. A little soft, a lot curvy and happy with my 5'7" body. My B cup breasts were firm and well-rounded with big, dark pink nipples that would perk up at the slightest attention. The straight hair on my head was a little lighter than the dark brown curls between my legs. My long, inner pussy lips were kept hidden behind my untrimmed pubic hair. The dark golden tan I worked hard to maintain made my long legs appear even longer. At the time I didn't consider myself an exhibitionist. I just thought I liked the feel of the sun on my bare skin. The fact that I got turned on wasn't something I focused on. That is, until a perfect summer day when I couldn't think of anything else. Most often, I went to the beach with friends but this particular sunny day was mid-week and my friends weren't able to come with me. I'd never been there by myself before but knew the environment was a safe one so didn't worry about being naked alone. Plus, the extra vulnerability of being a naked, lone woman excited me. Twenty years ago, shaving one's bush wasn't the 'in' thing and I was no different from my peers. Views of pussy lips weren't that easy to find, even at a nude beach. But that was about to change. Before heading out to the beach that day I trimmed my bush and shaved between my legs, leaving just a patch on top. My inner lips were clearly visible now. I found a nice spot far from the main section. With a log behind me that I could use as a back rest, I thought it would be a quiet place to settle in for a few hours. Not too far back from the water but far enough not to be affected by the tide. I laid out my blanket, stripped off my clothes, laid down with my back against the log and opened my book. There was a man who used to scour the beach for discarded cans and bottles (even soda cans were worth 5 cents a piece in British Columbia). I'd seen him there all the time. I guessed it was his way of making a living while enjoying the laid-back atmosphere and nudity of his daily patrol. He was a slim, Arabian man of about forty. His dark hair and deep tan coupled with the sarong he wrapped around his waist made him appear a bit exotic and I found him quite appealing in a dangerous sort of way. That day, I noticed the can collector looking right at my pussy as he walked by. He was being discrete but his gaze was clearly lingering longer than I was used to. I knew that my bald pussy put my inner lips on display, even between my closed legs. The rush of excitement from his attention got my hormones raging. I thought about how I could capitalize on it the next time I saw him coming by. I decided to put my empty beer can in a place that would afford him the best vantage point of my nether regions when he came back to retrieve it. When I saw him approaching, I spread my legs a few inches. He slowly made his way closer to me and I buried my nose in my book, pretending to be deeply engrossed in it. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him lean down to pick up the can I had so carefully placed a few inches past my outstretched legs. He paused a few seconds before he straightened up then hovered a little longer before moving further down the beach. It was only after he moved on that I realized I had been holding my breath. My heart was pounding, my nipples were erect and I could feel the juices starting to coat my pussy. For the first time in my life, a stranger had looked intently between my legs in public and I loved every moment of it! I wanted the thrill to continue so I made a point of keeping alert to his return, knowing he had to pass my area to get to the main section of the beach. Shortly, he made his way into my field of vision. I spread my legs just a little further apart and bent one knee up a bit. Still not fully exposed, far more of my snatch was now on view that the last time he came by. I watched him walk directly in front of me, almost stepping on my blanket. His pace slowed and his eyes were riveted to my labia. Exhilaration washed over me and I was hooked. For the rest of the afternoon, my focus was going to be on exposing more and more of my pussy to the stranger. After a refreshing swim, I made my way back to the blanket but not before adjusting my pussy so that my inner lips were dangling freely between my legs. I felt the slippery juices of my excitement as I rearranged myself for increased exposure. My second can of beer was now finished and I put it in the same place as the last one. After about ten minutes, the exotic stranger made his way to my end of the beach again. As before, I spread my legs a bit and bent one knee. When he leaned over to pick up the can, he got a view of my spread outer lips and my inner lips just starting to open, like a flower in springtime. I wiggled my hips a bit and covertly watched him watching me. As the afternoon progressed, he seemed to be coming by more frequently and hovered around my area so I got lots of opportunities to spread my legs and squirm a bit. He got more brazen and kneeled down to pick up my empty can, which I had placed right between my spreading legs. He was no more than 2-3 feet from my exposed pussy, perfectly illuminated in the sun's rays. He would take his time to kneel, as if it was an effort for him to do so. Then he would appear to struggle to rise, taking plenty of time to catch his balance before reluctantly moving on. By late afternoon, I was really horny and wet. At last, the stranger worked up the courage to simply sit down near my feet. I had a book in front of my face to pretend I didn't know he was there. Then I spread my legs wide and bent both knees, pulling them up to my butt. I lazily slipped a hand between my legs and idly rubbed my inner thigh, inadvertently pulling my lips further apart. My engorged clit was poking out if its protective hood and staring at its admirer. I could feel my wetness oozing out and I'm sure it glistened in the sun as he stared. I couldn't see his whole body but from his movements, I deduced that he was jacking off through his loose sarong. The excitement was just too much so I threw caution to the wind and slipped a finger through my wetness, stroking up towards my throbbing clit. All pretenses aside, I put the book down and looked at the man gazing intently at my pussy. He smiled at me and continued to rub his cock while I circled my clit with my finger. I inserted a couple of fingers from my other hand into my soaking hole and moved them in and out while my hips started to move in rhythm. He didn't say a word but his smile grew wider and his hand more frenzied. We stayed like that, masturbating ourselves for each other until first I had an orgasm and then he did. Without a word, he cleaned off his member and ran his hands through the sand a few times before getting up and walking away. And so, an exhibitionist was born.