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The Fantasy

By: Dawain Darkkn



It is a hot summers night. A cloudless sky above Zandra allows the stars in the sky above to shine through her open window and cover her in a blanket of twinkling lights. She lay's there on top of her bed, in just a white transparent nightgown, thinking of the stranger she met the other night. His strong arms, handsome face, muscular body, all make her shiver with excitement from the thought.

Zandra can feel his lips on hers as they kiss deeply. His passionate lips slowly working their way over her chin to her neck. He lightly nibbles her neck, causing all kinds of feelings to flood over her. His hands slowly caress her body through her nightgown, sending shivers of pure pleasure all through her. At twenty-one Zandra had never been sexual with a man, she was saving herself for just the right guy, or so she thought. She closes her eyes and lays back and enjoys his attention to her body.

He slides his hands up the sides of her gown, then across the front. Slowly his powerful and masculine hands cup her breasts. Zandra's breath catches in her throat as for the first time he begins rubbing and caressing her hard nipples. She feels the warmth between her legs start to increase as he slowly slides her nightgown up over her arms then her neck until it is lying on the bed above her. She feels the warmth of his mouth and the softness of his tongue slowly working across her breast. He reaches the nipple of one of her breasts and gently begins flicking it with his tongue while one hand caresses the other breast and gently tweaks the nipple, sending waves of pleasure through Zandra.

He takes her nipple in his mouth and gently nibbles on it for a moment before beginning to suck on it. His hand continues to caress and excite her other nipple, causing her to shudder from the excitement. His other hand slowly works its way down across her belly, stopping to tease her belly button before sliding down across her finely trimmed mound, of golden pubic hair. His fingers begin to explore her nether regions, teasing her pussy's lips, occasionally his fingers slide across her hard clit, making her shudder at the thought of things yet to come.

His mouth switches to her other breast and begins sucking on that nipple while his hand goes to explore and tease the breast and nipple his very talent mouth just left. Zandra feels as if she could explode right now, from the pleasure but knows she has to hold off, because then the orgasm will be even more intense. His other hand slowly parts the lips of her pussy, causing a small bit of her juices to escape. He slowly and maddeningly slides a single finger up inside her, up where no one else has ever been before. Zandra feel his finger lightly brush against her enraged clit and feel the first stirrings of the upcoming orgasm build deep inside her.

He begins slowly moving his finger in and out of her, her breath catching in her throat with each thrust of his finger. She is so enraptured by the movements of his fingers in and around her pussy she barely notice his mouth leaving her nipple. He slides his tongue down across her belly until it to reaches her bald mound. He slowly works his tongue around the outer lips of her pussy before stopping on her clit. He slowly and gently flicks his masterful tongue across her clit causing her to moan in pleasure she has never felt before.

He takes her engorged clit into his mouth and begins sucking on it slowly and gently, every once in awhile flicking his tongue over the tip or nibbling on it. Another finger joins the one finger already deep inside her, she has never felt such pleasure before, and begins moaning loudly and passionately. Her body begins to thrash against his mouth and fingers of its own accord as the first feeling of the earth shattering orgasm erupts from deep with in. She arches her back trying to take more of his deliciously talented fingers deep inside herself. A scream of pure ecstasy escapes her lips as the most earth shattering orgasm She has ever experienced consumes her body.

Zandra awakens a few minutes later and look around and realize it was only a dream. If only her mysterious lover would show himself to her. If only...

The End?

The Fantasy



This story is not intended for anyone under the age of 18. Part of this story is based on true events in my life. I have not mentioned any names to protect those involved. The rest is fictitious. The whole story is the property of and copyrighted by the author.

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I remember my first kiss well....

It was a steamy spring afternoon and the auditorium was muggy, despite all of the doors being opened. Rehearsals for the spring play had just ended and I was sitting on the stage on the couch that was part of the set, waiting for a ride home. You had offered to drive me home in your truck, but my mother was already on her way and there was no way to tell her not to come.

You sat next to me, having decided to wait with me so I wouldn't be alone. We sit and talk about the play, about our classes and the teachers we had. We became friends in the ninth grade, when your family had moved into the area. You were the first boy who was truly my friend. You never teased me to hurt me, but rather as a friend to make me blush or laugh.

I was laughing at your jokes when you suddenly stopped and looked at me in a way you hadn't before. I stopped laughing as you leaned over and kissed me. It was a soft brushing of skin to skin. I didn't resist and you kissed me again, your tongue flicking out over your lips then mine. I sighed and you put your arms around me and we kissed some more.

Soon my mouth parted and your tongue snaked in and ran along mine. I could feel my body reacting, slightly afraid - I'd never kissed anyone before. I reached up a hand and ran it through your sandy blonde hair. We shifted and the kiss deepened.

I could feel myself grow wet as your hand reached down and rubbed along my breast, teasing the nipple through my blouse and bra. I was no stranger to my body - I'd been masturbating since I was thirteen. I knew I was getting turned on by your hands and mouth, the same feelings that would run through my body during a sexy scene in an R rated movie or one of the many 'bodice ripper' novels I had read over the years, were running intensely through me now.

You pulled back and looked at me intently before carefully removing my glasses and setting them on the coffee table in front of the sofa. Your hands traced my face before you touched my mouth with your fingers. I licked at them and you stuck one in. I suckled your finger and the look on your face made me realized I'd done the right thing.

Your other hand reached out for mine and brought it to your thigh. I rubbed the denim of your jeans for a few moments, still sucking away. Your hand moved my hand up your thigh, leading it closer to your body. I boldly reached out and cupped your cock through the jeans. The material was hot, as if you had a fever. Your penis was throbbing under my hand and you groaned.

The finger was gone and you kissed me again, your tongue replacing your finger. I happily sucked on it as I rubbed you. Your hands pulled my blouse out from my skirt and ran along my skin to my bra. I moaned into your mouth and you reached under the bra and began to pinch and play with my nipples. 

The honking horn from outside tore us apart faster than if someone had walked into the auditorium and caught us fondling each other. I grabbed my glasses and put them on before tucking my blouse into my skirt. You were already off the sofa and holding your gym bag in front of your hips. I grabbed my bookbag and stood.

Our eyes locked. It was the beginning of something new for both of us. Your free hand took mine and we walked off the stage and up the aisle to the doors. My mother's dark green VW Beetle was parked out front. You squeezed my hand before letting go. Waving at my mother, you quickly walked off somehow managing to keep your erection from my mother's view.

That was my first kiss.

Years later I still remember that moment. And the few moments we had over the next two years - never going beyond kissing and fondling. We were better as friends, despite how hot we felt with each other.

You went on to work in the video game industry, and I work in customer service for a small communications company. I only know of what you are doing because of the class reunion newsletter. I hadn't gone to our ten-year reunion - the only person I wanted to see was you, but I was married at the time. It didn't seem right. I wanted to know if the chemistry we had was still there.

Now I'm divorced and living alone. Sometimes I think about you and my body tightens with the memory. My hand drifts along my body as I lay naked in my bed, late at night, as I fantasize about what it would have been like if I'd given into you completely, rather than saving myself for marriage.

As my hands caress my breasts slowly, I imagine you coming to the bed and standing next to it, watching me. You're wearing a pair of faded button fly denims with the first two buttons undone. I can tell that you're not wearing underwear and my breath catches in my throat.

"Pinch your nipples," you softly command and I do, gasping at the feel.

My hands rub and pinch them until they are hard pebbles. You watch as my hips flex in tiny circles. You reach over and cup my mound with your hand, the heel brushing against my engorged clit and I moan as my hips jerk. You chuckle and rub against it for a brief moment as your finger rims my soaking entrance. My legs spread open for you as you dip your finger inside me, teasing me as my hands work my breasts and nipples until they are bright red.

Your finger slips out and you remove your hand, bringing it to your face. You lick my juices from the tip before bringing it down to my mouth. I suck it in greedily, enjoying my taste as I please you with my mouth and tongue. 

My hands reach out and cup you boldly between your legs. Your cock throbs under my hands. It feels larger than I remember. I caress it lovingly and your eyes close as you enjoy the sensations I'm bringing you. Finally you remove your finger from my mouth and step back. 

I start to run my hands along my inner thighs, caressing the outer lips of my pussy as I watch you slowly unbutton your jeans and slip out of them. My eyes go wide at the sight of your semi-hard cock. I lick my lips and you grin, knowing what I want.

I roll over on the bed to my hands and knees, crawling to you. I sit on the bed and you stroke my hair as I reach out and caress the hot velvet skin. It twitches and I watch it lengthen. I lick the head and you gasp. All I want to do is play with it, so I flick my tongue rapidly along the underside of the shaft as I cup your balls with one of my hands.

As I lick, I estimate you to be at least eight inches long, and the base thick - I can't get my fingers completely around you as I finally suck the head into my mouth. I feel your hand on my head as I move my mouth back and forth, my tongue rubbing along the skin. I can feel the saliva running down my chin as I fondle your balls with one hand and rub you with my other hand.

I pull back and concentrate on the large mushroom cap tip. I flick my tongue in the slit then run it all over the cap before I lick the underside of the ridge. I run my mouth and tongue down one side then back up the other before dipping down to lick your balls. You gasp as my fingers reach between your legs and rub that sensitive spot just before your anus. 

Your fingers grasp at my hair and you pull me away from your balls, back to your cock. I suck you in greedily. I use my hands and tongue along your shaft making you moan again. I never learned to deep throat, but I wish I could now. I take you in as deep as I can and begin to suck as I pull my mouth slowly back. I do this again and again as I bring a hand down to my pussy and begin to play with it.

"Not yet," you mutter, taking my hand away. I moan around you in my mouth and you gasp, "Do that again."

I begin to moan and hum and your hips begin to fuck at my mouth. I feel your balls begin to tighten up and I pull my mouth back to concentrate on the blood-engorged head as my hand rubs along the shaft faster and faster. My other hand reaches behind your balls again and I rub that spot as I start to hum on the head.

Your fingers clench my head as you tense up. The first stream of cum hits the back of my mouth and I choke for a moment. I swallow and continue to jack you off into my mouth. The cum pools on my tongue as you give off a few more streams. You're moaning and shaking as I swallow then run my cum coated tongue along the now highly sensitive head. A few more spurts and you finish cumming. I gently lick the cum from you before I pull away.

Your finger reaches out and wipes up a drop of cum from the corner of my mouth and you smear it across my lips. You bend down and pull me to my feet, kissing me like you did that first time - your tongue licking at my lips. My pussy twitches as your tongue licks up your own cum and then dives into my mouth to clean out the traces from inside.

"Sit down," you murmur, gently pushing me back to the bed. I sit and you kneel before me.

Your hands run down my legs and then lift them up so my feet are on the bed. My legs fall open and I spread myself wide for you. Your fingers lightly trace along the inside of my thighs, skimming the edges of my labia. They run through the sticky wetness of my arousal as you lean forward and inhale deeply. Your breath triggers my senses and my hips buck slightly.

"Easy," you say, grabbing my hips and holding them still. I whimper. You chuckle as you lean forward.

I hear and feel you inhale at my pussy, as if savoring the scent of my arousal. Before I can catch my breath your mouth brushes along the outer lips and I gasp as your tongue snakes out to lap up the moisture gathered there. I moan as you continue to lap, hitting all of my sensitive spots but the one I want you to lick. My pulse is pounding in my head, heart and clit as your tongue works its way between my folds and rim along the outer edge of my hot hole before pushing in.

My hips twitch as your tongue licks up inside me. Your nose barely brushes my clit and I whimper. You pull back and chuckle as I writhe on the bed in front of you. 

"Please," I beg. 

"Please what?" Your voice is rough from arousal and a tremor runs through me.

"Lick me," I moan, grabbing my nipples and pinching them hard, "Lick me and suck me. Make me cum!"

You chuckle again and press your face back to my hot pussy, this time attacking my clit and causing me to shriek in surprise then moan as your teeth gently nip at it before you begin to suck on it. I feel one then two fingers go in me, stroking. I moan loader.

Your mouth moves lower and your thumb takes over stroking the highly sensitive nubbin as your tongue enters me again and again. I feel the intense tingling start and I start to shudder as you lick up and down, in and out. My orgasm peaks as you take my hot clit into your mouth and suck on it, batting at it with your tongue then start to hum. I can feel my eyes roll back as my hips lift off the bed and I cry out.

It takes me a few minutes to recover from that, as you lightly lick and nibble on my pussy as I come down. When I finally stop shaking, you slowly kiss your way up my body, nestling yourself in the apex of my legs. I reach down and take you in my hand. You're hot and hard again.

It's your turn to moan as I rub the head of your cock along my clit. My body shudders when yours does. The juices coat the head before you take my hand away and replace it with your own. I feel you guiding it in and my legs wrap around you and help you slide in deeper. When you're all the way in, you stop.

I feel stretched. Never did my ex fill me the way you do. I can feel your pulse throbbing in tangent with mine. My hips flex and you smile before pulling out slowly. I moan as your penis slips out and you chuckle then push in all the way in one movement.

The feeling is intense and it grows as you continue to do that over and over - pushing in then slowly, agonizingly pulling out.

"Faster," my voice is breathy, "Don't tease me!"

You stop and look at me. My hair is spread out on the bed, my nipples are dark and hard, my body flushed with desire.

"What do you want me to do?" you ask as I wiggle against you.

"Fuck me," I whimper, "I want you to fuck me!"

You chuckle and I whimper again. You pick up the pace and soon you're pounding into me. I moan and you dip your head down to bite and lick at my nipples. I spasm around you and you gasp before taking one of them into your mouth and sucking hard. I cry out and rake my nails down your back, leaving red marks along your skin. You shudder and moan.

You push into me as far as you can go and grind your hipbone against my clit and mons. My hips twitch to meet yours and I pull you down for a hot, tongue filled kiss.

"Fuck my tits," I whisper into your mouth, "I want to feel your cum on my chest."

You kiss me again, as you circle your hips into mine before pulling out. You roll off of me then get up on your knees and straddle my chest. I watch your cock, wet and sticky with my juices, slip between my breasts. I feel your hands push them together to pillow around you as you begin to slide back and forth. You hump at them, your long fingers pinching and twisting my nipples. 

I slip one hand between your legs to dip between mine. I tap and wiggle my fingers on and around my clit as my other hand plays with your balls.

I can see the head of your cock pop out of my breasts as you move forward. I lean my head up and lick the tip as it comes towards my face. You lean further forward and I can suck the head now. My fingers touch that spot behind your balls again and you moan loudly.

"Oh God! Yessss...." I watch your face as you begin to come. The first spurt landing in my mouth. The next on my neck and hair. You straighten up and begin to stroke yourself quickly, my fingers still pressing that one spot. More cum spurts and oozes out.

"Ah!" I cry out as my fingers work on my clit, bringing my orgasm crashing on me.

I open my eyes and watch you pumping the last drops of cum from your cock. I reach up and begin to scoop the cum off of my breasts and lick it from my fingers. You watch, your cock still twitching. I then take your cum covered hands and lick them clean. You lie on your side and watch me lean over and clean off your cock next. I can feel it try to twitch back to life in my mouth, but you gently pull my mouth from you, bringing me up for a kiss. 

"That was amazing" you murmur, your hand going to my pussy. I moan and shudder softly as you finger me to another orgasm. Finally you roll me onto my side and spoon up behind me, and we fall asleep.

I awake, alone. You were only there in my fantasy. My hand is between my legs, drenched with my juices. I lick it clean before getting out of bed to start my day, wondering "What if...?" 



The Fantasy



I walked into my apartment, wondering what my girlfriend Stephanie had meant earlier that day by the "something special" she was planning for us when I got home from work. Nobody was in the living/dining room. I walked into the kitchen, again finding that Steph wasn't there,

"Steph, are you home," I called out.

"We're in the bedroom, hon," she called back.

"Who's 'we'," I thought to myself as I went into the bedroom. 

Inside I found my girlfriend Stephanie lying in the center of our bed, and nine other guys standing around her, each and every one of them naked. I could tell Steph was aroused, as her beautiful shaved pussy was glistening with her own juices, and her nipples were as hard as I'd ever seen them. Steph's gorgeous; 5'-10", 120 lbs, 34C-23-33, green eyes, and long sandy blonde hair down to the middle of her back; but I'd never seen her like this before. I started to protest about all the naked guys in our bedroom, but she said, in her most seductive voice, "don't worry, we haven't done anything yet, but I got to thinking about that fantasy you told me about the other night, and the more I thought about it, the hornier I got, so I decided to round up the requisite number of well-hung men, and go for it. That is, if its ok with you."

That was all the more encouragement I needed. Steph grinned, and scooted so that, when lying down, her head was near the center of the bed, and her hips were at the foot of the bed. I immediately began to undress, and five of the guys took up kneeling positions around Steph near the middle of the bed, and the other four guys crowded around the foot of the bed, by her hips. I veritably tore off my clothing, and pulled my now rock-hard seven inch erection out of my boxer shorts, kicked them off my feet, and joined the four guys near Steph's hips.

I positioned myself, standing at the foot of the bed at Steph's hips, and she smiled at me as she took the first guy's cock from the upper group into her mouth, and started to suck on it, moving her mouth up and down its shaft. That made me so horny, I couldn't wait any longer. I took hold of my own penis, and guided it towards Steph's moist pussy, rubbing it up and down over her clit to lubricate its head, as she raised her legs, and put her ankles on my shoulders, to increase the depth to which my penis would penetrate her vagina. I then slowly pushed myself inside her, noticing that her smooth vagina was unbelievably tight compared to when we usually had sex. She must be incredibly horny, I thought. I started stroking in and out, in and out.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh!" moaned Steph, muffled by the firm penis she was deepthroating, as I pumped my shaft in and out of her snug vagina. I pulled out after I had stroked in and out of her for a minute or so. As I did so, the guy in the upper group, whose penis Steph was deepthroating, also pulled out, and we both began to slowly massage our respective cocks, in order to keep them stiff for the next round. Once I had slipped my penis out of Steph's silky vagina, the second guy in the lower group moved into position near Steph's hips, and inserted his penis into her snug pussy.

"Oh, my god, your vagina is incredibly tight!," said the second guy in my group, as he began to pump his hips back and forth, stroking his cock in and out of Steph's pussy.

The cycle continued with each of the five guys in the upper group getting their cocks deepthroated in turn, and all of us in the lower group having intercourse with Steph.

After all five guys in the upper group had gotten their cocks sucked on for a minute or so a piece, and all five of us guys in the group at the foot of the bed had pumped our cocks into Steph's vagina for similar amounts of time, we started the cycle again.

After two full rounds with Steph lying on her back, we decided to change things up a bit, and Steph got up on her hands and knees, and crawled a little towards the head of the bed, giving the person in the lower group enough space to kneel on the bed, and enter her vagina from behind. In the new doggy style position, Steph's torso was suspended off the bed, so I was able to wrap my fingers around her hips and torso, and run them up and down her beautiful body at will. She was exerting herself clenching and unclenching the muscles in her vagina to stimulate our cocks, and also with the movements she was making sucking the other groups' dicks, so her body was starting to glisten. This provided the perfect amount of lubrication for me to caress her body, from her firm buttocks, all the way up her back, and around to her breasts, which I massaged as I was pumping my cock into her pussy during the third round.

About half way through my third turn, I could feel Steph's pussy tighten up even more and all of a sudden become even more hot and lubricated as her body tensed up in orgasm, and she came around my penis, wetting the inside of her creamy vagina even more than it already was. This nearly pushed me over the edge, and I said "okay, starting next time around, Steph, you should get back into the original position to hold all of our cum inside your vagina easier, don't forget to not swallow any of it, and we'll go until we shoot our wads. Try to get all of your cum inside her mouth and pussy, guys, without letting any get out of her pussy, or on her face."

After I pulled out of Steph's luscious vagina for the third time, I had to be careful not to stroke myself to orgasm while I wasn't buried inside her. Just when I thought I couldn't hold it any longer, it was my turn to thrust my penis inside Steph again, and I slowly pushed my penis inside her juicy vagina, (which was, by now, drenched with her juices, and our pre-cum) at the same time the guy in the upper group began to get his cock sucked for the fourth time. Once I was buried all the way inside her, I started to thrust in and out, gradually increasing the tempo of my thrusts, until I knew I was over the edge. I let out a groan, as my hips shot forward, meeting with Steph's, and pushing my cock deep inside of her, as I started to spray my hot cum inside her velvety vagina. I thrust into her a few more times as I continued to shoot my load. It was the biggest, most powerful cumshot I had ever unloaded, especially inside of a woman's vagina. The cum just kept flowing and gushing out the head of my penis. I filled Steph's pussy so much that the pressure was too much, and my cum started squirting out around my shaft, dripping down onto Steph's buttocks and ass. As I pulled out, I ran my finger along the underside of my penis to push any remaining cum out into Steph's pussy.

Meanwhile, the guy in the upper group's hips spasmed, as he drained his load into my girlfriend's mouth, and then switched positions with the second guy.

Guy after guy, gushing loads of hot cum were shot into my girlfriend's soaking vagina and mouth again and again.

After all the guys in both groups were done shooting their loads inside of Steph's pussy, and splattering cum against the back of her throat, we all gathered around her head to see how much of our juice she had held in her mouth. It was incredible! She must have had a full cup of cum inside her mouth!

"Okay, hon, go ahead." I said.

She began to swallow all of that cum the five guys in the upper group had shot inside of her mouth. It took her five or six swallows to get it all down, but when she was finished, she replied with "mmmm, it tastes so good, and there was so much!"

We then grabbed her, picked her up, hips in the air to make sure none of our cum spilled out of her vagina, and turned her around, so we could take a closer look at her cum-drenched pussy. And believe me, it was cum-drenched. I inserted my middle and index fingers inside her vagina, and pushed some of the cum out, and spread it around on her labia and clit. Then the other guys each did the same, and we rubbed the cum all around, covering her entire pubic region and lower torso with our cum, as she moaned with pleasure and satisfaction. She began to massage her clit, and brought herself to orgasm as we were spreading our cum all over her.

Getting aroused by this, I said, "you know, guys, she doesn't have any cum on her beautiful tits."

At this, we all stroked ourselves to hard-ons again, and began jerking off with reckless abandon. A little while later (we went for a fairly long amount of time, since we had all just shot our first loads inside of Steph) we shot our loads all over her, face, neck, and breasts. At this point, Steph was completely covered in cum. It was incredible how sexy she looked with her entire body glistening with cum.

We decided at this point that Steph needed to be washed up, so we carried her into the shower (Steph and I have a huge, walk-in shower, with four heads, one on each wall, and it was big enough for all eleven of us, although slightly crowded). We turned on the shower heads, and all began to massage Steph's body as we rinsed all of the cum on her body off of her, and what was left inside her vagina out of her.

After we had cleaned Steph up, we each took turns cleaning ourselves up, while the ones who were already showered, and those of us waiting to shower ran our hands all over Steph's body, massaging her, and masturbating her to orgasm again and again, in appreciation for what she'd done with us.

Steph looked so hot and aroused by this that I couldn't help but get turned on.

"I can't take it any more, guys. I have to fuck Steph while all of you watch, and cum all over her face and breasts when I cum inside her."

The other guys were, of course, up for this. I wrapped Steph's body in my arms, and lowered us both onto the shower floor. As I stroked myself to a hard-on, the other guys did the same, and all knelt down around Steph, forming a circle with me, with Steph at the center. After everybody was in position, I stabbed my rock hard penis inside Steph's pussy, noticing that her silky vagina felt cleaner now that it didn't have any cum inside it. Taking this as a queue, the other guys started masturbating themselves as I pumped in and out of Steph.

"Oh wow! Your cock feels soooo good inside me right now!," moaned Steph.

Because we had all just shot two loads inside of, and on Steph's body, we were able to hold our orgasms for quite a while. Our bodies glistened with sweat from the heat of the shower, and the heat of our lovemaking with Steph. Water from the shower heads poured down over all our bodies, flowing down around Steph's body.

"You look so sexy when you're all wet like this, Steph," I said.

As I was about to reach climax, I started to pump in and out of Steph's velvety pussy faster and faster, signaling the other guys to get ready to release their loads as well. I got so turned on by the other guys watching Steph and I hungrily, I couldn't hold it any longer.

"Oh, god, I'm coming!," I shouted, as my hips jerked forward against Steph's, and I gushed my load of hot, wet cum inside her awaiting pussy.

At the same time, each of the other guys came to orgasm one by one, dumping their loads of cum all over Steph's face, breasts, and tummy. She was covered in our milky cum, but the water pouring down over her slender body quickly washed it away, as she lay exhausted on the shower floor.

After everybody else had dried off and left, Steph and I jumped into the shower again, where we soaped each other up, and she gave me a blow job until I came in her mouth, and she swallowed my cum. In return, I licked and kissed her clit until she came as well. After that, we both got aroused again while washing each other, and I hoisted her up by her firm, round, butt, she wrapped her legs around my waist, and I pushed myself inside her vagina yet again, thrusting in and out of her, until I spurted my cum inside her. The moment I started shooting my cum into her pussy, she let out the most sensuous moan, and released her juices around my penis, as her whole body convulsed with the strongest orgasm I think she's ever had.

After we had gotten out of the shower and dried each other off, we dressed in our robes, and went out into the kitchen, where I made us some coffee.

"Now that we finally have a chance to talk in private, I want to thank you for arranging the whole thing. I just hope I can repay the favor at some point," I said.

Steph got a devilish look in her eye.

"I'm sure I'll come up with something, hon."



The Fantasy



Thanks to 'LadyCibelle' and 'Techsan' for editing this story.

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For any man who has ever had the fantasy of watching his wife with another man, forget about it. Take if from someone who has had the same fantasy. If you truly love your woman, I mean truly love her, you don't want to see her with someone else. I made the mistake of telling my wife over and over about the fantasy.

Whenever we made love I would ask her about doing it with someone else. It started out where she would tell me that I was all she ever needed. Eventually I got her to fantasize with me. I would pretend to be someone else and make her come. The truth is we both got off on the fantasy. Believe me real life is much different.

I have always been a jealous man. It bothered me even when my wife talked to other men. But fantasies were different. When we finished making love she cuddled up to me and we went to sleep. No one ever got hurt. I had no idea what my wife's thoughts were after a rousing round of fantasy sex . I took it for granted it was the same as mine. Something for both of us to enjoy and then go on with our lives.

We have been married for almost seven years. We had two kids, ages six and four. We lead a rather normal life. Both of us worked, she as a cashier in a local store and I was a mechanic. Not just a car repair man but a really good mechanic. I knew my shit. 

We were a normal looking couple. We weren't Barbie and Ken. We looked like most everyone in the neighborhood. I do have to say that we clean up pretty good, especially my wife. She looks like a pretty normal housewife but when she fixes her makeup, hair and puts on sexy clothes, she's a knockout. I always tell her that because it's true.

I remember one night when we were going to go out. The night before, all I had on my mind was her having sex with another man. It was one of my biggest climaxes ever. The next night she was spending all day getting ready for our special night out. It was our anniversary and we were going out with friends. We were going to take two cars in case one of us might want to go home early. 

I had my suit on and was ready and waiting for Carol. I even dozed off in a chair waiting for her. She took extra special care getting ready that night. We were to meet Bob and Sue at the restaurant. After a great dinner the four of us went to one of the nightclubs in town.

Carol had on a short black dress and even wore garters, no pantyhose. I remember dancing with her. She smelled so good. I had my hands all over her. God, she seemed so sexy. Bob and I each danced with the other's wife. Sue had on a nice blue dress also but unfortunately wore those damn pantyhose. I never really fantasized about me having sex with another woman, it was just about Carol with another man. 

I held Sue close but didn't make any advances. Bob on the other hand had his hands all over Carol. They were on her ass and then I saw his hand going between their bodies and he was feeling my wife's tits. It was starting to bother me. I wasn't quite sure this is what I wanted after all now. When Sue saw that Bob had his hands on Carol's ass, she got really pissed. She called him a son-of-a-bitch and Carol a slut. Then she headed for the door with Bob chasing after her.

I was kind of relieved. It wasn't as much fun watching her as I thought it might be. We sat in a booth and I was getting pretty plastered. Carol, on the other hand, wasn't even drinking. She had a soda for about every three drinks I had. She wanted to dance and I couldn't even stand up. A stranger came over and asked her to dance. She got up and went to the dance floor with him. I wanted to object but was too inebriated.

The man put his hands all over her body. When they came back to sit down, he sat next to her in our booth with me too plastered to do anything about it. I watched him put his hand between her thighs and slide them up to her panty-covered pussy. He was finger-fucking her. She kept looking over at me and smiling. Finally this guy George got up. I thought he was going to leave but he took Carol by the hand and asked her up to his room. She looked over at me and said, "Carl, your fantasy is about to come true. We will be in room 402 and the door will be unlocked if you can make your way up there. We will start without you so if you don't want to miss anything you had better hurry."

I tried to tell her that I didn't want it to happen anymore but she was gone in a flash with George. He must have been a few years older than us. He had muscled-out features, good looks and was probably hung like a horse. God, I didn't want my wife with him.

I don't know how I did it but I got out of the booth and staggered to the elevator. Room 402, I had to keep telling myself over and over. I didn't want to forget the number. I had to stop this from going any further. The door was open and I staggered in.

As I entered the room there was my beautiful wife in only her black lace bra with matching panties and the black garters with light black see-though nylons. She looked so damn sexy. I went to tell her not to do it, that it was all a mistake. I didn't want her fucking another man.

She just laughed at me. She told me it was no longer just about me but also about her and her wants and needs. She had George push me over to a chair where he had ropes and tied me to the chair. I was so drunk I could hardly move. He had no trouble in handling me, then tying me to the chair. He told me if I would be a good boy and don't interfere he wouldn't gag me. Then he took off his clothes, all but his briefs and joined my smiling wife on the bed.

He had unfastened her bra and removed it. Then he took her breasts and began sucking on them. I yelled, "No, God, those are my breasts, not yours," and began to cry.

I watched as he sucked one breast then the other, going back and forth. Carol was loving it, all the time looking at me and smiling. As George stood up, my beautiful little wife, with her breasts out, crawled to the end of the bed and pulled down this stranger's briefs. His long hard cock popped out. I yelled, "No, Carol, please don't do it. If you stop, we still have time to mend our marriage. Please don't do this."

She reached down and grabbed his cock and began to suck on the head. She was stroking him and sucking him at the same time. His cock was becoming harder and harder. I couldn't believe that this is what I had fantasized about. My loving faithful wife going down on another man's cock. I was in full tears now. My cock was totally flaccid. There was no eroticism at all.

George asked my wife if she wanted his cock deep in her pussy. She looked over at me and said that she wanted it and that I had always fantasized about it. She said that I was finally going to get my wish and she was going to get hers also, another man's cock. 

He ripped off her panties and put the wet lacy panties in my mouth. I could taste my wife's juices in them. I was able to spit them out. She climbed back upon the bed and spread her legs as wide as she could and helped hold them up so George could get full penetration. He got up between her legs and guided his cock head to her waiting pussy. Just as he was about to shove it in, I screamed out at the top of my lungs.

"Please, Carol, don't do it. I don't want you to fuck another man. I don't want you to fuck another man. I was wrong. I should have never let it happen." I was about to go crazy.

I was screaming at the top of my lungs now, "Carol, please don't fuck him, please don't fuck him."

Carol came running in the room, "Carl, Carl, wake up honey. You were having a nightmare."

I woke up, drenched in sweat. Carol looked at me, "Are you all right honey? God, you scared me to death. I was just putting on my black garters for you when I heard you screaming. Don't fuck him, Don't fuck him. What on earth were you dreaming about, honey?"

"It wasn't a dream, Carol. It was a nightmare. Promise me right here and now that you will never have sex with another man. Please promise me, right now. I have to hear it from you."

"Okay, Carl, I promise. I never wanted another man. You're all the man I'll ever want and ever need. Please believe me. God, honey you scared me so much. It's only you I want and only you I love.

Carl, honey, something's wrong. I can feel it. You almost had a stroke in your sleep. Please talk to me. I need to know what happened to you, what caused this delusion. Go get us some coffee and I'll get a robe on and you can tell me all about it."

"It goes quite a few years back, Carol. I hope you will understand that I love you so much and don't want to lose you. Please try hard to understand what I'm about to tell you. After that nightmare I know life without you has no meaning."

"I'm here for you, Carl, I've always been here for you. You've scared me a lot lately with your fantasies but I will do my best to understand."

"It all began when I was just a young guy. You know that Karrie was my old girlfriend. I know you never liked her but I have to tell you about our life together before meeting you for you to understand. Karrie was kind of a wild girl. Of course I was kind of a wild guy also. When we dated we had sex a lot. I know some of this talk is going to bother you but I have to tell you everything."

"I know, Carl. Go ahead, I'm listening," as she sat next to me on the couch with her hands folded across her lap.

"Karrie and I were kind of swingers, not exactly swingers but we had sex with other people. It never bothered me to watch other men having sex with Carrie. It fact I found it rather ... I don't know what to call it, maybe a turn on. That kind of fits. When Karrie was having sex with another man I just watched. Sometimes I even joined in. If we went to parties it was nothing to see Karrie fuck, I'm sorry, I mean have sex with two or three other men. It never bothered me. I didn't know why at the time but I think I know why now."

"What is the reason why you think it didn't bother you, Carl?"

"Although she was my girlfriend and we dated and all, I never loved her."

"I don't understand what you're trying to say, Carl."

"I never loved Karrie. She was like any other woman to me. The four F's, you know, find 'em, feel 'em, fuck 'em, forget 'em. I never thought much of women until I met you. Bad as it might sound, I guess I just used women. So if I was with another woman and she fucked ... I mean had sex with another man, I didn't care. There was always another woman waiting. That was until I met you Carol"

"Go ahead, Carl, I'm listening."

"With you it was different. I didn't want you talking to other men. I know I didn't want you dating anyone else. I was jealous anytime another man was around you. Then we got married. We started our family and I was happy with my life. Love between us became a little stagnant. It wasn't anyone's fault. It's part of life. Sex was still good but after a while it became ordinary. We did it and enjoyed it but there was not a lot of spark. I would never cheat on you, honest. So I remembered how Karrie used to have sex with other men. I started to fantasize about you doing the same thing. As long as it was a fantasy, it didn't bother me. I knew you were still here for me. Then that nightmare happened." 

I got up and got us another cup of coffee. I knew I had to settle down before starting the explanation.

"Last night the sex was great. I did think of you with someone else but it was a fantasy. When I fell asleep in the chair I thought I was awake. I pictured us going out and you letting Bob touch you all over. It started to bother me. Then when Sue saw it, she got mad at both you and Bob and left the lounge. Bob ran after her."

"Surely, Carl, that didn't almost cause you to have a stroke. Thinking of Bob touching me."

"No, there is more. I pictured us sitting in a booth and me getting drunk. Almost to the point of being totally out of it. Then a man asked you to dance. You danced with him and he felt you up. I was too drunk to stop it. Then the two of you came back and you let him feel you up in our booth. He was fingering you and you told him you wanted more. He had a room so you went with him to the room and told me I could watch and get my fantasy realized. I staggered up to the room where you were on the bed. I had to stop you from doing this. To stop you from having sex with this stranger." I started to breath hard again.

"Calm down, honey, everything is going to be alright. Remember this was a dream. It didn't really happen. Are you ready to continue?" she grabbed my hand and I held it tight as I went on with the nightmare.

"He, the fellow you were with, tied me in a chair. He had you naked doing all kind of things to you. Rubbing your tits and mound, fingering you and having you talk dirty to him. I couldn't stop it. God, I wanted it to end but it didn't. You kept telling me you wanted him. You wanted him to fuck you. You kept laughing at me and were telling me I was getting the fantasy I always talked about. I was going nuts. I didn't know what to do, how to stop it. So all I could do was scream and that's what I did. God, it felt so real."

"Well, honey, it wasn't real and never will be. I love you and only you. Don't let this go to your head but I have never told you this. I have never been with another man and have no desire to be. Yes, I dated a lot too, but no one but you has ever hit a home run." Then she leaned over and kissed me passionately.

"Carol, when we made love and I would ask you to fantasize, you always had a smile on your face and came extra hard. What were you fantasizing about?"

"You, my love. I never thought about other men. I told you I did because that's what you wanted to hear. What I thought about is you making love to me all different ways. Every time I thought about a new way I would have an orgasm. Anytime you want to act out my fantasies I'll be ready. All you need is your hard cock. Your tongue and yours hands would be nice too."

"God, Carol, I have been so stupid. My eyes were opened from that nightmare. I couldn't bear to see you with another man. I'd go crazy. Why would any woman want a man that would be willing to share her? I can tell you right now it will never happen with us, I promise."

"Carl, do you want me to call Bob and Sue and tell them forget about tonight because we are just going to stay home?"

"No, sweetheart, it's our anniversary and we are going to celebrate. You just remember that you belong to me and only me."

"Well then, you better go put on another suit, that ones is all wet from sweat. I have to go finish dressing for my husband. It's our anniversary, you know."

We met Bob and Sue at the Red Lobster and had a terrific meal. Then we headed off to the Ramada Inn lounge for some drinking and dancing. There was my beautiful wife dressed in her black evening mini-dress. I could see the men's eyes on her. I just had to learn to control myself.

I thought to myself that I wanted men to admire my wife. To see the beauty in her. I know I didn't want anyone touching her. They could think about her all they wanted but no other man was going to get near her.

It was funny that Sue had on a blue dress kind of like in my dream. I was wondering if she had on pantyhose but was afraid to ask. Bob and I switched dancing partners. Before he started dancing with Carol, I looked at Bob and told him to keep his hands off her ass. I didn't know why I said it but Carol smiled at me. Luckily Bob took it as a joke and said for me to keep my hand off Sue's ass also. We all laughed.

We all sat in the corner booth that I dreamt about. We all ordered drinks. I told Carol I wasn't going to drink much. I wanted to make sure of my senses tonight. Bob and Sue had to leave a little earlier since they had a babysitter. Carol's mom was watching our kids for the night. I kept my word and drank very little.

Every time Carol wanted to dance I was there for her. We decided to sit out a couple of tunes. A tall muscular man came over and asked Carol to dance. I looked up at him and asked if his name was George? He said, "As a matter of fact, it is. How did you know that?"

"Well, George, you have five seconds to get the fuck away from my wife before I smash your face in."

George looked nervous and left very quickly. Carol looked at me and laughed out loud. "I love you, Carl, but that was a bit extreme. Are you ready to go to our room. I have a surprise for you. Mom is watching the kids all night and I have a room reserved for us. Are you ready to go to it?"

I smiled as we headed to the elevator. I hit four and Carol looked at me. "How did you know our room was on the fourth floor?" she asked.

"I'll bet it's room 402. Am I right?"

"Yes, you are. That's kind of scary, Carl. How did you know?

"My dream. This was where the nightmare took place and I never told you but the man's name was George."

"Well, honey, tonight and every night the man's name is Carl."

We went into our room and she slipped out of her clothes leaving on her bra and panties. I took off everything including my briefs. We climbed upon the bed and I told her we were going to live out one of those fantasies. I slipped her panties off and moved between her legs while she raised them as high as she could. I pushed them apart with her pussy wide open for the taking and slipped my hard cock deep inside her.

It was so fantastic, looking at the eye of her sex opened up for me. I helped her hold her legs up while I penetrated her, shoving my cock deep within her. She was saying for me to give it to her hard and deep. This was only one of her fantasies we took care of that night.

We talked a little more after we made love. I told her that any man that would want to share the woman he loved is a fool. What if the man he shared her with was a better lover? What if she fell in love with the other lover? What if she got pregnant by another man? 

Why would she want this husband if she could go out and have most any man she wanted? Stupid, stupid fantasy. Now we think of fantasies for just us and we do our best to live them out.

I am lucky to have such a wonderful thoughtful wife and could have lost her if that fantasy would have come true.

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DG Hear.



The Fantasy



Jade's heels clicked across the cobblestones in the courtyard. She stops for a moment to enjoy the view that usually manages to entrance her. The moonlight glitters on the silvery water as it cascades from the beautiful Venus' marble hand into the bowl of the fountain below. On any other occasion she would linger and enjoy the sensuous touch of the cool water running over her wrist, enjoy the wonder of the moonlight sanctuary, but tonight, she was unsettled. She woke up this morning with the feeling that something was going to happen. Something utterly life changing, something she had not planned. Jade hates not being in control, but as the youngest daughter in a long line of women with the gift, she has learned from a very early age to pay heed to her intuitions.

As she had awakened, her skin had been tingling, the nerve endings, announcing their presence in no uncertain terms. Throughout the day, this feeling had intensified, until she was ready to scream, crawl out of her skin, anything if this would just stop. Actually it would have been strange if she were not caught up in this feeling of intense anticipation. Tonight she was going to finally meet Blaze face to face, and while she was trembling inside with excitement, she was also dreading the moment.

She had met him in a chat-room, built a friendship that had seen her through some difficult situations and was ready to meet him and take it to the next level. The flirting and virtual sex, although incredible, was no longer enough. It left her feeling well satisfied but empty. She needed to see him, to get to know the language of his eyes, his body, and soul. She had to touch his essence. It felt strange though, meeting someone, when you have already been so intimate with that person, knowing his deepest thoughts as he knew hers and still be strangers. She hopes that they will fall into the easy camaraderie; they shared online, in real life as well.

Coming to a stand in front of the bar's heaving wooden door, Jade draws a deep breath and enters, searching the room until she finds him in the crowd. His blond hair was easy enough to spot and he looked just like the photo she had saved from one of their many conversations. Her eyes met his, he must have been watching the entrance, and stepping down the stairs, she smiles.

Blaze stares, transfixed, as she moves toward him. Incapable of moving, he felt as if a hand had crushed his chest. My god, she is beautiful, he thinks, his light blue eyes glittering with excitement. The webcam had not done her justice. The air that comes alive with her warmth was not transmitted through the technology that had brought them together. He wants to sweep her away, there and then, jealous of sharing her with anyone; he wants to keep her somewhere safe, his own private source of light. Whoa, where had that come from? A little voice screamed in his head. Hold your horses; she might now want anything but friendship.

Jade stepped up to Blaze and taking his hand in hers, her fingers caressing his palm, rubbing against his palm, she leans into his body and kisses him softly on his lips. Hello lover. How are you? 

The ice broken, Blaze bends her arm, his hand still entwined with hers, around to her back and pulls her flush against him. Bringing her tight up against his body, her breasts crushed against his chest, her legs against him, so that every movement brings a new awareness, a new sensation. He cups his free hand around her neck and tilts her face up to his. Are you sure, this is what you want, he asks, his thumb stroking over her soft skin?

Oh yes, she answers, looking deep into his eyes and what she sees, convinces her to be completely honest. I was not sure, until just now. I was scared of ruining a good thing in favor of reality, but here, now, in your arms, I feel as I have come home. Sliding her hand around his back, she stands on her tiptoes, brining her mouth a breath away from his, and whispers, dance with me?

Blaze's arm tightens around her back. Darling girl, if I dance with you now, he groans and gives into the temptation to feel her lips under his. Nibbling on her lower lip, introducing just the tip of his tongue between her lips, tasting her warmth. We stand a good chance of ending up as public entertainment. I want you too much, to bear touching you and not touching your skin. I want you naked. I want to map the contours of your body with my hands and mouth. I want to explore you as I have never been able to before. I want to hear your soft cries of pleasure in my ears, our bodies so close that not even air will fit between us. I need to be inside you, so deep that we breathe as one, live as one and then I want to look into your eyes as the rainbow burns across the sky and you give me your pleasure.

Rubbing her against him slowly, making her aware of the truth of his need, he sends his tongue deep into her mouth. His kiss telling her, as it built into an erotic tumult, of his intense need to do, that which he has just described so perfectly.

Gasping for breath against his lips, she moans. Straining to get even closer, wanting the union he painted with his words. Her nipples tighten, rubbing against the lace of her bra, swollen, needing his touch. Her thighs moving against his, inflaming him further, with moisture slowly gathering and spilling over her secret lips. Her sex felt heavy, engorged, every nerve ending standing erect, awaiting the command of its master, him. Let's go, she whispers.

Unwrapping himself from their embrace, must have been one of the most difficult things he has ever done, he thought silently as taking her by the hand he leads her outside, to his car. Unable to help himself he presses her back against the steel and bends down to once again fuse her mouth to his. Open for me baby, I need to be inside. Pressing her hand back with the force of his kiss, passion riding him hard, he pushed one of his strong thighs between hers, lifting her slightly, so that he was her balance she could do nothing but ride the pressure of his leg against her, so near and yet not near enough.

Groaning, she kisses him back with every fiber of her being, bearing down on his thigh to relive the intense pressure building up inside of her. Sucking his tongue into her mouth, as he wished to absorb him, into her body. Her hands frantic, trying to touch as much of him, as possible, to communicate with him, her desire. He starts fighting her clothes out of the way, parting the wrap-around bodice of her dress to get to her skin. Her skin, soft under his hand, as he pushes beneath the lace to enfold her breast.

The sudden blow of a car's honk, actually has him shuddering as it brings him back to the present, to their exposure, to the prying eyes of strangers. Groaning, deeply in his chest, feeling as if he is peeling his own skin away, he draws back and helps her to fix her clothes.

Smoothing her hands over his chest, over his shoulder to cup his face, she draws his head down, touches her lip to his and whispers, I live right across the courtyard. Sliding her arm underneath his, she nestles against his side as she leads him to a concealed arch and through the magic garden. Nobody but the owner of the bar and myself use this garden. It is one of the main reasons I bought this little house in the middle of the city. Since we work different hours, he paints in the garden by day and I dance in the moonlight.

Suddenly she pulls away, skipping ahead and doing a pirouette, laughing as if the happiness of the moment just had to boil over into playful action. Catching up to her, Blaze puts his hands on her hips and gently draws her into his body, allowing her to feel the tension strumming through him. Bending backwards slightly, Jade sways her hips into his groin, rubbing against the tempting hardness. Seducing him into, action. Answering her siren's call, he backs her into the wall beside the door and bends his head down to kiss her. The minute their lips meet, all playfulness is gone. Hunger breaks through to the surface. A hunger, for each other, too long suppressed.

Blaze slips his tongue into Jade's mouth, swallowing her breathless gasp, which he answers with a groan from deep inside his chest. She states like nothing he has ever experienced, spicy and sweet, innocent and temptress. He can feel the need to make her his own, rolling through him, his cock so hard already that he fears, he would not be able to do justice to this amazing woman who has turned his head in every way. Sliding his hands between them, he circles around her nipples, teasing without actually touching, until she cannot bear the ache any longer. Shifting in his arms, she bends backwards, offering her breasts up to his ministrations, but still he would not satisfy the need burning in her.

I need to see you, he says, finding the tie to her dress and releasing the knot. She watches him from beneath heavy lidded eyes, glittering with her desire. He smoothes the dress away, brushing over her nipples as if by accident, and smiles at the sudden tightening of her body.

Touch me, please, she moans in a strangled voice.

I will, when you want it more than your next breath. When you feel as if you will die if you cannot have my hands on you, I will give you want you want.

I am already dying; she cries and covering his hands with her own, drags them across her breasts, shuddering, as his hard palms cup her. He teases her breasts, lightly, rubbing her nipples through the lace of her bra, sensitizing them; so that she cries out when he bends his head and draws one of the rock hard tips into his mouth. It feels as if his heat is burning her alive, his tongue, playing with her nipple through the roughness of the lace. His teeth nibbling until she feels as if she will burst from her skin, her other breast caught in his fingers, slightly pinching, not hard enough to hurt, just hard enough to make her realize that the satisfaction of having his touch, only heightens the need.

Twisting against him, her body restless, seeking the hardness of his, she blindly raises her face to find his lips. Burning with white hot need, she pushed his lips apart and devours his mouth as she hopes he will devour her. Tongues entwining, they kiss, loosing themselves in the heat of the desire burning, between them. A fire in their blood, hot enough to burn anything in its path. Pinching her nipple between his fingers, Blaze slides his other hand down her side, over her hip to the junction of her thighs. Cupping her, he grumbles his satisfaction at finding her heat. Rubbing lightly, he abrades her swollen clit with the lacey thong she is wearing, feeling her wet heat calling to him. Making her moan, her desire to the moonlight, her soft cries, music to his ears, he reaches around and slides his hand beneath the thong, pulling on it so that it stretches tight across her most sensitive part.

Jade unable to bear the fire burning through, grinds her hips into his groin, brushing against his hardness, hoping to find enough pressure to relieve the ache inside her. Her hips moving frantically against his, seeking satisfaction until he has to grip her hard between his hands and hold her a breath away from his body, lets it all be over before he has even unbuttoned his pants. His blood pounding in his cock, he takes a deep breath to calm himself down a little. Keeping his hold on her hip with one hand, he slides the other between her thighs, under the thong and slips a finger deep inside her. She is so aroused that he glides in on a flood of her juices inducing a soft scream of thanks. He draws back and she grabs his hand to find that special spot inside, his thumb finding her swollen clit and softly circling. Ahhh, don't tease me like this she whispers, past the dryness in her throat. His voice husky, watching, with building need the slide of his hand on, in her body. The sight of him was pleasuring her, driving the heat faster through her veins. He answers with another slow thrust into her warmth, stretching in his fingers apart, making her moan his name.

Damn, but she is responsive to my touch, he thinks to himself, in a halfway lucid moment. He cannot remember, the last time any woman has responded to him like this. Making him feel ten foot tall. Another slow thrust of his fingers has her moaning, soft little cries, escalating with each glide of his fingers over the centre of nerves inside her. Finally he fuses his mouth over hers, drinking in the sounds before they can escape into the heat of the night.

Open your eyes, he whispers into her mouth and catchers her dark gaze with his. His blue eyes heated on hers as he slides deep once again. I want to look at you, when you go over. Give yourself to me, do not fight it.

I cannot stand it, she answers in broken breath, every bit of air being dragged past her constricted throat a fight. Ohhhhhhhh, she kneels as her body, racing ahead, convulses into orgasm beneath his fingers. He presses deep, prolonging the moment of release, enjoying the feel of her warmth, clenching around his fingers, trying to hold on to him, keeping him inside. His thumb presses down on her sweet little clit, causing another spasm to rock her. He slowly withdraws his fingers from her body, cupping her heat in his hand for a moment, before touching them to his mouth, his tongue coming out to taste her essence on his skin, circling his finger with obvious enjoyment.

Hmmmm, the sweetest perfume, a woman's desire, he whispers. Taste, he commands, pressing his fingers against lips swollen from their passion.

Taking his hand in hers, she draws his fingers deep into her mouth, sucking so that he closes his eyes against the erotic sight. Dragging air into his lungs, his minds eye calls up a picture, nearly driving him to his knees with a fresh wave of desire, imagining her lips closing around his cock with the same utter enjoyment. Sucking on him just as sweetly, draining him of his seed. His balls tightening at the thought, sending him into action. He has to get her somewhere a little more private for what he has in mind. Quickly before he gives into to the urge to shove her up against the wall and take her like a storm, from the prison of his trousers. But he does not want their first time to be like that, standing up, thrusting into her heat uncontrollably, and urging them both to a quick peak. He wants to take his time, drink her essence from the well of need between her thighs, taking her so high that she will be insensate with pleasure, pleading for surcease, when he finally gives himself to her.

He remembers, reading somewhere, passion with your twin soul, was like heaven and hell with a rainbow burning in between. It feels like that, a burning rainbow, tearing at his insides, burning with all the colors of the light. As he draws his fingers from their wet prison, caressing her lips, he realizes that a lifetime with this woman would not be enough, each time he had to leave her would just leave him with a greater need to return to her warmth. Like a bushfire feeding on itself, she arouses needs in him that would never be completely fed, leaving him hungry for just one more taste, one more touch. He suspects that would still be calling her name with his dying breath.

Jade, slowly coming down from a cloud of pleasure, feels the change in him. Looking straight into his eyes, she asks, what is the matter my darling man?

Cupping his hand around her cheek, the thumb caressing her lips as if unable to leave her softness, he searches her eyes, falling into the dark pools of her soul, trying to assess her feelings. Are you sure, this is what you want?? Make up your mind, right now, because if I follow you through that door, there will be no turning back. I will drink you're pleasure all night, I will be inside you all night, I will not stop until you are ties to me with strings so tight, that you will never be able to look at another man again. If you cannot handle that, if you do not want me that way, tell me now. Once I enter, there will be nothing else for either of us. Are you ready to give yourself over into my care and willing to let me give myself, all that I am to you?

Yes, she breathes past a wave of emotion, her eyes turning cloudy with tears. Turning around, she unlocks the door and leads him inside, reaching to switch on the lights.

No, leave them off. I want to see you in the moonlight, he says, following the trail of silvery light spilling into the room and illuminating her features. As if unable to resist, he reaches out to touch her nape, slowly caressing her vulnerable skin, following the vein pulsing beneath her ear, to its resting place behind her collar bone. Wrapping his hands around the soft roundness of her shoulder, he pulls her into his body, enclosing her in a warm embrace, surrounding her with himself. Tightening his arms around her, he nestles his face into her hair, breathing in her unique scent, a mixture of shampoo, lotion and perfume brought together in perfect harmony with the scent of a woman, underneath. Planting a kiss on the soft skin below her ear, suckling, marking the skin before nibbling on her earlobe, he whispers. Take me to your room!!!

Restless, her body coming alive again with the fire burning low in her blood, she moves against him, caressing him with her entire body, rubbing her swollen breasts against his jacket, her silk clad legs against the rough fabric of his trousers, her hips brushing against his painfully hard groin, teasing him with a touch, that while enticing was not enough. This way, he nods towards the stairs, sliding a hand beneath her knees, picks her up and carries her to the top. Entering the first door, on the landing, he finds her bedroom by luck alone, his lips too busy exploring her sweetness for his brain to make any logical choices. Keeping her tucked against his chest, he stops against the four poster and removed his hand, lets her slide down the length of his aching body. The brushing of her legs against his sending a delicious thrill through her, leaving her shuddering in his arms. At his answering tremble, a sound, almost a growl, escapes from her throat.

Cupping her hand against his jaw, Jade pulls him closer, sucking his bottom lips into her mouth to worry it with her teeth. Slowly, laving the pain away with her tongue, before slipping inside his warm mouth, tangling her tongue with his and slipping away. She teases him into following her so that she can suck deeply on the slippery appendage. All patience gone, she slides her body against his, rubbing the hard points of her nipples against his chest, until she feels consumed by the fire within, burning white heat inflaming her senses. Her hips, grinding hard into his groin, trying to get closer to the source of the heat. Her hands, sliding under his shirt, frantically tucking it out of the way, reaching for his skin. Fighting her way beneath the layers separating them, she pays no heed to buttons tearing off and dropping to the floor.

Hang on baby, Blaze cautions her. Slow down, we have all night.

I want you now, she whispers in a strangled voice, thick with need. I need to have you so deep inside me that I do not know where you end and I begin. I need to feel you Blaze.

Then tell me, he stays stepping away, shrugging off the remainder of his cloths, sitting down briefly on the edge of the bed to take off his socks and shoes. Tell me exactly what you want me to do to you?? Do you want me to suck on your nipples, he asks, moving closer and opening her dress, smoothing it away from her body?

A moan escapes her, at the picture his words were painting. Do you want me to go down on my knees and stroke the fire in your clit with my mouth, my tongue, he continues, unclasping her bra and letting it fall on the floor next to the bed? Are you warm, dripping with need, arching to have me, he questions while sliding his hands beneath her thong, caressing it away from her hips and letting it slide down her legs? Are you willing to lie back on this bed and show me, just how wet you are, the glistening juices spilling out of you, covering the dusky flesh awaiting me?




The Fantasy



We are "older" adults and had only met a couple of times after our first coffee date. There was that certain spark of attraction, actually that ever elusive sexual spark, that we all look for. I had responded to the "what else do you do" question by saying that I like to write erotica. And shoot guns at the range. Her response was very interesting; "well, a guy that likes guns and writes erotica can't be all bad."

We had gone to the range and enjoyed an hour of shooting. Later she wrote me about a dream she had that involved some very heavy sexual components. Gave me a bit of a hard on, actually.

We then talked on the phone and I related a bit about myself including the panty fetish part. She told me she didn't wear panties and asked what I liked about panties and the size. I told her I sometimes like to wear panties. She made no comment except she could never fit in a size 7. She didn't know what size, but she had very large hips and bottom so they must be a very big size. I mentally pictured myself in those very large panties, my rigid hard on poking a tent and feeling the soft silky panties rubbing the head of my penis. My balls resting in the crotch where her pussy had been. I thought about that for a while, but since the whole thing seemed to stop at our last conversation I put it out of my mind. She had expressed some reticence to actual physical contact so I figured nothing was ever going to happen. That was the end of that.

Until today, that is, when I sat down to write an erotic adventure. I thought of her again and her large panties. And me wearing them in front of her. When one spends a lot of time in front of their computer jerking off one becomes rather self centered and one sided sexually. My scenario goes something like this.

We meet at my house, sit around talking and eventually get to the sex part. Talking about what we like and imagine. She likes to suck cock and every man likes that. I like to eat pussy and most women I know like that. She asks me about my panty fetish, when did it start and how. I have no real idea of when or how, it just is. I tell her I like to masturbate in front of a woman while wearing the panties and she asks if I'd like to wear the panties she has on. She wore them just for me. She stands up and takers her jeans down exposing her ecru panties that show a little bit of pubic hair just outside the confines of the crotch. She spreads her legs so I can see the flat area between her legs and the crease of her vagina.

"Do you want to put these on?", she asks with just a hint of a dare. "I know you do. Take you pants off" she says to me and I do, now standing half naked in front of her my semi hard cock beginning to get harder.

"Do you want my panties? Oh, I can tell you do. Do you want to jack off in my panties for me?"

I get a bit harder as she slip her panties over her feet and holds them in front of her for me to see, turning them around so that the gusset is facing me, the slight dampness of her sex visible evidence of her vagina.

"Start playing with your dick. Show me what you do."

I am sitting in front of her slowly stroking my cock, rubbing the remnants of foreskin just behind the head.

"Do you want to sniff the gusset? Do you want to wrap this gusset around your dick and cum in my panties? Is that what you want to do you dirty little boy?"

She tosses the panties' to me and commands me to put them on. I step into the panties and feel the soft silky fabric against my legs as I pull them up. They are large and I swim in them, having to hold them closed as they are too big to fit tight and would fall off if I don't. My rigid penis is tenting the front and my balls are resting against the damp gusset giving me an additional thrill. I watch her as she rubs her clit, a slight moan coming from her mouth as she says, "you're a dirty little boy, jerking in your mommies panties. Do you like to watch me rub my self, you dirty little pervert?"

I am getting close to cumming. I don't want it to end, which it will as soon as I cum. I know my desire will disappear, yet I can't hold off much longer. I slow my actions, delaying the inevitable for just a little bit. Enjoying the sexual tension of my body, enjoying the sharing and slight humiliation of being talked to like I am being scolded. For whatever reason it seems to add to the excitement of the whole scenario.

"Are you going to cum in mommies panty gusset? I want you to do that so I can wear you sticky cum next to my pussy. That way I can get another thrill later."

The words only add to the feeling of extreme sexual tension.

"Take them down. Wrap that gusset around you cock and spurt your cum in that pussy cover. Do it now!"

I pull the panties down, step out of them and bring them to my nose.

"That's it. Smell that juice. You like that, I know. It makes you horney. Now wrap that gusset around your cock and spurt."

I wrap the gusset with the wet part under my cock, the wettest part just behind the head against the foreskin. I hold it for just a second as I begin to cum. My body shudders, my legs begin to go limp as I sit down on the edge of the chair, breathing hard as my cum fills the gusset. I sit back, relaxing against the support of the chair, enjoying the aftermath of a most delightful sexual release and fantasy fulfilled.



The Fantasy



I still couldn’t get the thought out of my head. The thought of that cock slamming in and out of my sisters pussy. My sis had come to visit me the month before she was planning to get married. She had planned to spend a week at my apartment and then go visit some other friends that lived near me. I hadn’t seen her in almost three years and let me tell you something. Had she ever changed. Pam is four years older than I and the last time we were together being my twenty third birthday. When we spoke on the phone, she had told me that her body looked better than when she was eighteen. Now I must confess that when I was younger I had used a few socks at night, jacking off thinking about her. A lot of the guys at school made fun of her because she is very tall but at her 5'11 she had very long legs. The only thing about been so tall was her tits didn’t look big enough. 

That was the first thing I noticed as she walked out of the airport. Her tits were huge.

“Holy shit sis what happened?” My eyes were glued to her exposed cleavage.

“Well I had to make them match my big ass.” She laughed. She spun around and gave me a quick view of her tight jeans. “Don’t you agree that it is getting big?”

I gave it a playful slap. “Nope I think it looks good and I didn’t see it jiggle.”

Now back to where I started. I sat in the front room listening the grunts and her screaming in pleasure. When the man walked past me, I couldn’t believe who it was. It was my fucking landlord. The old bastard is in his 50's and a big pot belly. He was flopping his cock into his pants as he walked. It was still shining from fucking her. He looked at me and smiled.

“Hey you have one honey of a sis. She is one hot fuck.” He grinned like the cat who ate the canary. “She said she needed to feel a big cock in her before she got married to a little dick man, so I volunteered to give her some fat cock.” He walked to the door and turned. “By the way you are two days late on your rent, but I guess I can give you until Friday.” He laughed. 

I got up to talk to Pam but I heard the shower come on. Thinking to myself that she needed to wash up from that old fucker. She walked in wearing just a small towel. 

“Oh, um, um, I didn’t know you were home! Um how long have you been here?”

“Long enough to know you fucked that old dickhead! What the fuck were you thinking sis?” I couldn’t help but look at her exposed body. The towel just covered her tits and the bottom was just long enough to cover her pussy. She sat down beside me holding the towel in place.

“I’m sorry that you saw me that way, but let me tell you what happened.” She couldn’t even look me in the eye as she started. “ First I want to say that I love Jerry and I know that we are getting married next month but he is not what you would call a very endowed man. I mean he has an average size dick.”

“Oh I guess you call a small one a dick but you was screaming cock when that shithead was fucking you.”

“Please let me finish so you will understand.” As she sat back on the couch the towel moved down and exposed more cleavage. “Jerry is a great lover but I wanted to feel what a big dick, um, cock would feel like. I know you wouldn’t understand but I wanted to know if it was everything that it was cracked up to be.”

“Well was it? I know you didn’t fuck him for his looks.”

“Oh yes it was outstanding that was the first time I ever had an orgasm during sex.”

“How did you, you know pick my landlord?”

“ He came over to fix the sink in the bathroom and I walked in to get my hairbrush. I didn’t know he was taking a piss but I saw that cock of his hanging down. He is bigger soft than Jerry is hard and I figured that I would be going back home and no one would ever know about it.”

“So what did you do just ask him to fuck you or something?”

“Not exactly, first I went into the kitchen and finished the bottle of wine we had last night. Then I went into the bedroom and started to finger myself. I thought if I could cum I would forget about it, but the more I fingered the more I wanted him, well not him but his cock. So I changed into something that I thought he might like.”

“What did you change into sis?” She started to describe it. “No let me see it.”

“ I can’t show you, he kind of ripped it off me. I can show you the other outfit I was thinking about wearing. She placed her hand on my thigh and rubbed it slightly. If that is Ok with you?” She got up and the cheeks of her ass were showing as she walked back into the bedroom. When she walked back into the room it wasn’t what I expected. She had her long blond hair up in a bum and was wearing a business like jacket with a mid thigh skirt. It kind of reminded me of going to the bank for a loan. She looked like someone you would be talking too. This time she sat across from me in a chair.

“So what do you think?” 

“Well sis, it wasn’t what I expected.” She crossed her legs allowing the skirt to ride very high on her thighs. The bottom of the skirt glided over the top of her thigh high stocking and exposed her creamy skin. 

“Is that better?”

“Well I guess it is, but is that the kind of outfit he ripped off you?”

“Oh no, it is the kind of outfit I have under this.” She replied sultry. “But you are my brother and I don’t know if it would be right to show you something like that.” “Well maybe a peek.” She undid the three buttons on the jacket and leaned back. It opened slightly and showed the black push up bra.

“Nice bra sis, but do the panties match?” 

She stood up and wiggled the skirt down her hips and let it fall to the floor. Then she kicked it at me. Then she pull her hair from the bun.

“Now that is what I call sexy, sis.” The jacket looked like a mini dress. The straps from her thigh high stocking running under the hem of the jacket. With her four inch heels on she was a statue of gorgeous. 

“Now would you like to show me something.” She whispered.

I stood up and removed my tank top. When I looked at her I could tell she noticed the bulge in my shorts. Then I pushed my shorts down to expose my long thick shaft and the shaved big balls.

“Oh my god, that is the biggest fucking cock I have ever seen.” She cooed. 

She dropped the jacket and quickly walked over to me. The fat shaft slid up her stomach as her arms wrapped around my shoulders. My hand glided down her back to grip her perfect ass.

“You let me fuck that old bastard when you have been hiding this beautiful huge cock from me for the past weekend.” 

Then she covered my mouth with hers, our tongues danced in each others mouths as I increased my grip on her ass. She moaned in my mouth as she grinded her flat stomach into my cock. I unsnapped her bra as she stepped back. Then I pressed my face into the biggest tits I have ever seen in person. I kissed and sucked the huge nipples as my hand brushed down her stomach and grabbed the front of her thongs. I pulled them up, knowing the thong was sliding deep into her pussy. Her hand ran thru my hair and grabbed on to my head as the thong ripped from her body. She gasped as I nibbled on her nipple. Then I felt her small hand wrap around my blood gorged shaft. 

“Let go into the bedroom.” I whispered.

I laid back on the bed. She stood at the end of the bed sucking her nipple as she pushed three fingers into her pussy. She was grinding her hips as she rode her fingers. Her eyes never left my cock. 

“I want to get good and wet for that monster.”

“Straddle my face sis, I will get it nice and wet for you.”

“Oh my god, you will eat my pussy? Jerry doesn’t like oral sex. He likes me to do a nasty dance like this before sex.”

“That is where we differ sis, I love to eat sweet pussy and we won’t have sex. We will be fucking and one other thing, leave the heels on.”

Her silky thighs straddled my face as I sucked her hard clit in my mouth. My hands explored her thighs and stockings as I licked her sweet pussy. I felt her hot panting breaths on my cock as I pushed my tongue deep into her awaiting pussy. She stood up on her knees and rode my tongue. I forced my tongue into her as far as it would go. Her gasps grew louder and louder as she bucked her soaking pussy on my tongue. I wrapped my lips around her budding clit and sucked it into my mouth hard. I popped it in and out of my mouth a few times then I felt her body quiver.

“Oh gooooooddddd I ammmm cumminggggg.” She screamed.

She slid her wet pussy down my chest. Then she rubbed in back and forth on the thick shaft. The shaft was grinding against her clit as the soft lips slid over the shaft. Then she stood up on her knees, reaching thru her thighs and stood my throbbing pole up. I had a perfect view as her lips sucked the fat head into her pussy. I could tell instantly that this was going to be one tight pussy. She started easing up and down slowly each time taking just a little bit more inside her. My hands glided over her thighs and ass, exploring her silky skin. Her body shuddered as she finally enveloped the whole shaft.

“Oh shit my pussy is so fucking full!” She gasped as her head tilted back. She leaned back and grinded her pussy, her hips working like a stripper doing a lap dance. My hands cupped her firm tits as she started riding the pole slowly. Soon she looked like a bull rider as her body bucked up and down faster and harder. My hand gripping her waist for balance and to pull her down harder on my cock. She turned around without my cock leaving her pussy. Now I could watch her big tits bounce as she rode. The look on her face was pure lust. Her mouth covered mine as that ass worked up and down like a pile driver. I wrapped my arms around her and rolled us over to missionary position. I continued ramming into her as I tongue fucked her sweet mouth. Her pussy muscles started contracting on my cock as her body went rigid as she came.

The wet smacking sounds of her pussy increased. I could feel my balls swelling, ready to release the hot cum boiling inside. I pulled out and quickly place the pussy juice covered shaft between her tits. The fat head popped in and out of her tits as I fucked her tits faster. Her tongue darting out every time, the head appeared. She held her tits together as I gripped the headboard of the bed for support. She gasped as the hot jet of cum flew from my cock. Her mouth wasn’t quick enough to cover the head. The hot fluid splattered on her face.

Later that night I over heard her on the phone telling Jerry she would be staying for another week. 




The Fantasy



The engines of the airlines jets screamed and Richard Hart felt that sick feeling in his stomach as United Flight 793 begins it lumbering initiation toward take off. The heaviness of the forward momentum pressed him back into his seat and as on each of the several fights he took each year he remembered that the two most dangerous elements of fight were the first two minutes at takeoff and the last two minutes at landing... and he held his breath and swallowed hard to clear his ears even though the wheels had not yet left the runway. The speed and the bumpiness of the runway were unnerving and suddenly the plane rotate and with a bounce, he knew he was airborne!

Quietly he remembered his mantra... breath and swallow... and on this flight he added a third... remember where I am going... and why!

Jocelyn Haynes. As though the name was a tranquilizer in itself... or perhaps a stimulant that supplanted all of his other senses and gave him focus on the moment. His flight from DFW to Atlanta would be just over an hour... an hour of waiting... and wondering of reactions. Would she be there? Would she be so nervous that she would change her mind at the last moment? Perhaps as she kissed her husband that morning, he had caved in on the idea and confessed and begged his forgiveness for the crazy insanity that they had been infected with for the last few months.

The Meeting

Richard remembered his first sight of Jocelyn in the management training seminar... a creative idea session to challenge stale sales managers to "think out side of the box." What he remembered as he gathered at the table with those who had been assigned from representatives from other companies was the very young woman with the most gorgeous smile and the pales blue grey eyes he had ever seen... they were the color of pools of deep water and he was lost in them immediately. She smiled and welcomed him to the five other members of the group which was to be their work team.

She accommodate her space for him to join the group next to her and for the rest of the day, he was happy to be there. She was sharp and inventive and a wonderful sense of humor. She could be assertive, but was very conscious of the opinions of the group... and very quickly formed a collaborative relationship looking for feedback on opinions and ideas between them.

She looked beautiful... polished giving evidence of pride in her appearance, but no shallow "glitziness". She wore a business pantsuit which complimented her figure and accented her rear well. She unbuttoned the top two buttons of her blouse and seemed to enjoy the confusion of a strong hint of cleavage... catching us looking and smiling with a wicked wink... not a "come and take me" look, but a "I caught you looking" look and 'I like to make you blush' look.

At lunch, the four others of the team headed off with their box lunches provided so that we didn't spend the day looking for places to avoid the meeting... and Jocelyn and I just moved the work back and sat eating our lunches and talking... discovering that we had a lot in common and that we both seemed to enjoy our company. She was 25 years my junior, but other than the dismissal of attraction (she would never pay serious attention to an older man)... we connected and their was a growing bond developing in the training.

At the end of the first day's training, some shouted... "Who's up for drinks" and Jocelyn look at me was a question mark. I shook my head and said... "I'm up for a walk... gotta clear these cobwebs out" As I rose from the chair, I notice she hadn't immediately pursued the crowd to the pub and I asked, "Care to join me on a stroll around the facilities?" "Sure" came the answer with that flash of smile and the twinkle of her eyes.

The conference enter was on a mid-western university campus and our accommodations we a section of dorms converted to guests such as we were. We strolled the campus watch the undergraduates and talking about college, life... and relationships... and found we both were handling challenging situations at home... another point of commonality. We walked and talked... and stopped to sit on the park bench and the conversation stopped having a point and began to exist just for the sheer pleasantness of having something that gave us more reason to spend time together.

Supper was the most delightful excursion into the student union with the most inedible food in plastic containers but we could hardly eat because of the laughter... the atmosphere was relaxed and it felt as though we were just another two students... however older and better dressed than the rest of the crowd who dropped in their quarters and ate the egg salad sandwiches in the plastic boxes dispensed by a machine that looked something more like a hold over from the 50's with its gleaming cylinders of food servers. It was like a magic time machine and we had escaped the responsibilities and accountabilities of real life for a moment.

As darkness shadowed the campus we walked around the duck pond... and the tone had changed... we walked close beside and she never hesitated when occasional I would steady her walking with a hand to the small of her back. We stopped at the rail and in the coolness of the evening I felt her seek the warmth of my presence.

My mind was wheeling... wondering what she meant by her closeness and uncertain that it meant anything at all. Wanting to continue the warmth and put my arm around her, but not sure if that was inappropriate and forward. I asked if she were cold and she said "Yes" and I drew her in and we both leaned against the rail with my arms outside of hers touching... and smelling her hair... and becoming intoxicated with the scent of a woman so close.

My cheek moved near her ear as I whispered to her, talking of the ducks on the pond and speculating over which of the student couples might be lovers.

My hormones moved into overdrive.... being so close to her... but not knowing if she was just being polite to a nice older man... or perhaps anything more. I became quiet in trying to figure exactly where I stood... and she noticed and seemed uncomfortable. I finally said, "Can I walk you back to your room?" and with a sweet dreamy smile she said "Yes."

She let me hold her hand back to her room and at the door she stopped and ask... "I had the feeling you were trying to ask a question at the pond?" I blushed and said "I don't know if it was question or the resolution of a dilemma?" "Oh really?" she replied, "tell me your dilemma?"

I started and stopped and stammered... and then took a deep breath... "Well... it's this way... I was weighing actions which one the one hand might potentially create problems in a great new friendship... over against wondering that if I didn't, would I ever forgive myself for not pursuing it." 

She smiled with a blush... "Well? Did you decided?" 

With my voice trembling I said, "not really..." 

And she smiled sweetly and said... "Isn't it nice we have two more days for you to work on resolving your problem?"

In a moment I found the nerve to say... "One thing I would like to ask?" 

"Yes?" she said drawing herself in and steeling for the potential of an unwelcome question. 

I asked with a nervous cough... "My I kiss you goodnight?" and we both laughed at the remembrances of first teenaged kisses. She didn't answer, but smiled and moved forward with a look of invitation on her face.

I leaned forward... trying to not stick my lounge in her mouth and her lips met mine with a peck that was more akin to just having kissed Aunt Martha than a.... a what? A girlfriend? Hardly appropriate for no more than the brief moments we had shared... a friend... a lover... and I dared not even allow myself that thought and hope to remain in an semblance of control.

We paused for a moment frozen in place and she whispered the line from the Jack Nickolson movie... "I think I can do that better if we try again" and our lips met in warm delight... no tongue but a kiss that felt as though the very breath of my life was being sucked away from my lungs.

I looked warily at her face to judge her reaction... and there was that beaming smile and softly whispered... "I'll see you in the morning!"

I walked back to my room torn between the euphoria of "puppy love" and the realization that I had been married to one woman for twenty-eight years with two grown children. I finally convinced myself that she was a very nice young woman who was sympathetic to an older man... and if I didn't want to embarrass myself, I had better keep the reigns on my libido.

Next Day

I walked into the conference room not knowing exactly what I might find... only to be greeted by a dazzling smile and those blue eyes giving me their whole attention. "Did you sleep well?" with a wink she asked... 

"Had trouble with dreams last night... hard to tell reality from dreams."

"Oh," she said, "couldn't tell if you had been kissed or just dreamed you had?" Then in a softer voice... "I had the same problem too" and she winked and giggled. 

In one bold moment I found the words to ask, "Were they dreams?..... or fantasies?" and she blushed and gave me a screwed up face to know that I'd been put in my place... but with a wink to know that it was a gentle rebuke.

The day when fast with agonizing moments. We worked together but it was so easy to just touch her arm as we talked or her shoulder as we leaned over the table to plan strategy. I was concerned that we didn't disrupt the "decorum" of the group by coupling up... but at the end of the day I wanted to hold her.

When the call for drinks came from the others as quitting time, I asked, "What about somewhere quiet for a nice supper... don't think I should serve you egg salad again tonight?" She laughed and with it there came a relaxing of the rigidness that had held us all day and we went shopping for a restaurant... one with a quiet atmosphere and private booths. We sat holding hands and talking in whispers and not being as hunger as we though we would be... not at least for what was on the table.

Toward the end of the meal I knew we needed to talk... and I ask, "Do we need to talk about the kiss?"

Her eyes looked down and for a long moment there was silence... and quietly she said, "I know you're married... and I am all but... a six year engagement and living together pretty much qualifies." 

Quietly I replied, "I know."

She frankly said, "I don't know what I feel... I liked the kiss... and I like you... I'm not shopping for a new romance in my life or an end to the existing one... what about you?"

I took a deep breath and said, "I know how you feel... I know it's crazy and to see this as something more that it is probably foolish. I have roots that I don't want to pull up from... but" with a long sigh and a pause, "my heart is beating like a teenager, my mouth is dry... and the most exciting experience in the last 20 years is I hope happening to me... I though about you all of last night and I can't keep my hands from wanting to touch you today... you have infected me and part of me would go crazy if all that we shared was just that kiss!"

Jocelyn said in a pointed breathless voice, "What do you want to do Richard?"

I closed my eyes and tried to breathe... wanting to answer with all of the passion it was feeling, but scared of frightening her with the bluntness.

"Richard, you can tell me" she whispered.

"Jocelyn, I want to be with you" I stammered. 

A long pause followed and the tension mounted... it was obvious that she was struggling with her answer as I had with my question. "Richard... what do you mean?" 

I blinked my eyes not wanting to look at her for a moment and with my voice horse with the passion that was building I growled... "Jocelyn, you know what I mean."

"Richard, I need you to tell me... to say it... I'm not good at guessing what people want... it's OK... but I need to hear what you want"

I was so close to the edge emotionally that I was afraid I would start crying... I took a deep breath... and without looking at her, knowing that if I did I could never complete my thought, I said, "Jocelyn, want us to go back to your room and make love sweetheart."

There was a long silence... I wasn't sure if she would slap me or just walk out quietly... but a hand on my arm signaled her announcement... I look at her and with a trembling smile she said... "I may be crazy for this... and I may be terrible at this, but, Richard, I'd like that too!"

Her Room

Inside her room there was awkwardness for a moment... until I just took her shoulders and said... "let's go slow... can we kiss?"

She melted into my arms... relaxed that there was now something to do and that it was OK to just let it happen at it's own pace.

The kiss was gentle... but with a growing intensity. I don't know if it was a kiss... many kisses.... or one blurred evolving kiss that took on a life of its own. A kiss that never stopped for breathes or posture... a kiss that was like a fire that started small and then consumed all in it's reach. I don't know when the first tongue... or who's tongue... got involved first, but the kiss moved from the lips to a dance of tongues... sometimes playful... sometimes choreographed... and sometimes like an invading army. At some point she captured my tongue in the roundness of her mouth and she began a back and forth movement and for all the world all I could think of was that she was giving my tongue "head"... and her tongue in turn began to discover me and began a "thrusting" action into my mouth and the erotic action was so like fucking that I found myself as hard a a rock mimicking against her hips what was happening in my mouth.

Our hands were all but disconnected from the rest of our bodies... feeling hers on my back and mine on hers... from the shoulder blades and the fatness of her breasts under her arms to the flair of the small of her back to soft swell of her butt.

My hand moved between us to feel the swell of her breasts. They had been pressed into my chest... a delightful mixture of hardness and softness... but delightful in that she was pressing herself against me and surely she knew the effect it was having on me. I cupped her breast and felt with my thumb the bud of the nipple under her clothing... and she was still so hungry for my mouth... I just explored and swirled my tongue and feeling her mouth affirm the impact of each new attention by my hand on her breast.

I moved up my hand to her buttons and began to struggle with them... and she stopped! I thought perhaps I had gone to far, but she smiled and said, "let me do those" and I watched as she removed her jacket and then slowly... knowing how sexy she was going... unbuttoned her blouse and pulling it free over her shoulders.

She came back again and the warm intoxicating feel and taste and smell of her skin was incredible... her hole body seemed to have an almost electrical sock to touch it.

I pulled her close and unsnapped her bra and then just let my hands massage her back without encumbrance. Kneading the muscles of her back and feeling her relax into my arms.

Her arms dropped down to her sides and her bra slipped forward and with a little wiggle landed on the floor. She reached up and put her arms on my shoulders and pulled us close so her nipples could press into my chest.

I wanted to feel the softness of her breasts. .. and the hardness of her nipples crested on them... against me. I moved to shed my jacket, loosen the tie and remove it and begin to unbutton my shift.

"Shhhhhhhhhhhhh... let me do that" she said, "I love to help a man unclothe" she said with a wink. And she did it skillfully... first my shirt and then my undershirt was pulled away from me.

Without a word of coordination, we both stepped back a moment to just look at each other. "How do you feel about an older man?" was asked almost simultaneously as "How do you feel about a younger woman?"... and we broke out into nervous laughter. 

"Oh, I love your firm breasts... who wouldn't want to be wanted by someone with such vitality and life in them" I said.

"I love the way you have treated me for the last two days... so tender and considerate... like a woman... you make me feel special... cherished" she said.

"You are someone to be cherished" I said, "Someone who should have the very best... and someone who can be your equal!"

"My equal... I've never wanted someone to be my equal... nor for me to be theirs. I've wanted mentors and encouragers, friends and lovers. I find in you something special that I like... and it's not equality... you treat me special and I love that! Most guys my age are basically wanting to "use" me... to take care of them or their needs.."

"Sweetie... don't become so sure that I'm above flaws... remember I want you... and that may be to "use" you." 

"Giving as you are getting isn't "using"... it's called loving!"

"Then I want to "love" you.... I want to get and to give... to make your life wonderful for these few moments... " And we both knew the implications of that next beyond without it being said... there would be decisions made, but for the moment the only decision made without ever being spoken was that we were going to be using/loving one another with mutual consent and determination. 

First Time

She stepped back and looked into my eyes... and I wondered if she had changed her mind. There was a nervous look in her eyes and she finally took a deep breath and moved her hands behind her and I heard the distinct sound of a zipper as she unzipped her pants. Slowly she her hands down beside her legs and with the flat of her hands she pulled her pants down slowly. As her pants slid down below her waist revealing the top of her panties. Just before her pants slid down below her womanhood... she stopped and swallowed... and said... "Your turn!"

Trying to be as intentionally as seductive as she had been out of her nervous tension, I unhooked my belt, unsnapped my pants and began to slide the zipper down... and then without anticipation... my pants fell around my ankles. I had forgotten that the weight of the keys and billfold and made it impossible for me to mimic her seduction... and to my embarrassment I looked down to see my pants crumpled at my feet with white briefs and my erection being obvious! I could think of nothing more romantic than looking at her and saying... "Oops!"

She laughed... hands covering her face trying to hide her laughter... her breasts shaking and her pants dropping down to her knees... and I laughed to! Looking at both of us... it broke the ice. We were so uncertain as to how to be seductive and trying so hard to be sexy, and now we both just reached out and hugged and laughed together.

I kicked my pants off and sat her down on the edge of the bed. I kicked my shoes off and pulled off my socks and then moved to her... pulling her pants off... and her panties and looked with awesome amazement. She was shaved and bare... an awesome view. I looked at her face and her eyes glazed as she moved up the bed to make room as she spread her legs for me.

I moved up... wondering just what I should do. I would have loved to touch her and feel her wetness... or to have discovered the feel of her with my tongue, but she reached out and pulled me to her face... to her waiting lips and a kiss that enveloped me. Her hips became a comfortable saddle and I felt her wetness against my erection... moving against me, urging me, evading me. I could only manage to break the kiss long enough to mouth one word... "Now?"

She reached between us and guided me into herself... and I was engulfed... by both of her lips. I could hardly breath as I felt myself beginning the entrance... just a bit... and a bit more. The clearest remembrance of that moment was the enormous heat from her core as she enveloped me. The thrusting became primal. I looked into her eyes but could find no words... the soft moaning became more vocal and it was like pouring gasoline on a fire. I looked and wanted to explain that what I wanted most was to please her, to pleasure her... but she looked with fixed eyes and I heard a mantra coming from deep in her throat. As it increased in volume and tempo, it finally registered... and it drove the beat of our hips.... "do it, do it, do it... " And I did... we did... and somewhere in the madness of that moment we both convulsed... her stomach heaving and curling her into a fetal position with me still in her... and me exploding in that convulsing cavern... leaving me deep in her depths.




The Fantasy



The shudders passed deeply through us both and for a moment my eyes clasped tightly as the whole center of my being passed from me into her... and in that moment as my sanity returned I looked into her eyes and there was a moment when her eyes were fixed and the brightness that was so her was gone... and then she blinked... and I knew that I had touched her at the core of her being.

I collapsed on her... careful to move my weight down... with my head resting on her pelvis. It was quite intoxicating... sucking air into my lungs to fight the urge to pass our... and the soft bare skin of her lower abdomen proving a cushion for my head. The sweatie skins and the overwhelming scent of sex from her womanhood made it hard to just totally relax.

In a moment... aa the gasping for breath subsided and my face fell against the smooth skin of her lower stomach, I found the scent that brough me back to my senses. The aroma of a freshly "fucked" woman... and as I kissed her, I was drawn to seek the center crevice of her being. I wasn't sure how she would take that attention... so freshly sated from the attention of our love making... but with each kiss came a tingling and a moaning... and a schootching of her hips to make the more available.

When my tongue began to explore her mons, there was a wriggling of the hips trying to find just the exact spot that felt "just right." with patient persistence I found that the track to led to the upper vee of her cleft was the one that brought the best results.

A lick that sliced her cleft took her breath away... and with my tongue extended to the max I discovered that I could touch her from the very tops of her cleft to very back where the mixing of the juices and the holes because hard to differentiate. Long slow licks at full length of my tongue opened the flower of her womanhood and the swirling circular exploration of my tongue further opened her even further. Her legs parted and her feet cupped her hips to make that look the part of a butterfly ready for flight... and with each lick, she seemed more and more ready for flight and her legs began to flail as she discovered the enjoyment of being pleasured without anything to do but just endure and enjoy it. I lick slowly... and quickly. I flattened my tounge for maximum contact and drew it as closely into a spear to penetrate her as deeply as was humanly possible for me. I flicked the throbbing protrusion of her clit and let my lounge treated it like tiny "punching bag" whipping it as skillfully as the two hand of a fighter practicing for a big fight. She moved her higs to bring all of her sensitive parts into contact with my lounge and my chin... but I knew we had found heaven when her hand reached down and took two hands full of my hair and held me like the reins of a horse to "ride" me to another gut-wrenching orgasm.

The first with like a great spasm that pulled her head and her knees together... like a giant charlie horse. But this one was like a seizer with many tiny convulsions that wracked her until she lay limp. As my senses returned and my breath moderated from gasping to fill my lungs with air... I worried about her... so still... has she quit breathing?

I moved to her face and saw the limp expression, but satisfied that she had either passed out in exhaustion... or simply fell asleep... I cuddled up with her and together in a naked embrace we lost consciousness to oblivion.

We slept for several hours... and finally the rustling of covers and her semi-conscious mutters awakened me. "I'm sticky and smelly" she said mostly to herself in a little girl voice. She seemed angery as not grasping exactly what had happened to her... and I stirred and said... "Need a shower?"

That brought her from the fog and with a sleepy smile she whispered, "With you?" "Try it without me!", I replied and like a cat stretching she began that long supple stretching that in an of itself it one of the sexiest things in the world to watch... especially when the woman is nude.

"Race you to the shower" she shouted as she bounded from the bed and through the bedroom door. I smiled knowing that since she was naked, there was no liability in letting her find the right temperature for the water.

When I opened the shower door and stepped in, she was washing her hair and a wash cloth tightly clamped between her tighs was left to drip from between her legs. And being helpful as always I began ease the wash cloth from her cluthes to help her explore all of the other nooks and crannies of her body.... especially those below the waist. With the soap, she was slick and open and even tightly guarded secret guarded spots opened easily to my touch. 

In turn she began to wash my manhood with her washcloth... suddsing it making it slick to the touch. Before long her attention followed her ministrations and she kneeled on the rubber bath mat and through the spray of the water begin licking my erection.

Light short licks gave way to long slow deep licks... and soon it wasn't just her tongue, but I could feel her teeth and the soft inner surfaces of her cheeks. Quickly the short flickering attention of her tongue gave away to a sucking sensation as her cheeks formed an oval and the crown of my head found a new resting place.

The depth of her reception increased... from just the first one half inch of the mushroom shapped head to eventually feeling of her lips touching the very base of my erection. I was l lost in the feelings of each element... lips, teath... throat which feels very much like the tender envelopment of her inner love channel. And then the movement in and out... I know that I couldn't maintain control for long in that environment and I waited for the feeling to arrive that would move me beyond control and fill her throat with my hot seamen.

But as the fatal twitching began deep in my groin, she sensed it too, and skillful she turned 180 degrees so that it was her nether lips that I was confronted and with a hand she reached back to guide me into another throat which was intended for the full release of what I had cum for.

This time, the entrance came easily to her most private parts... with the wetness and residual slickness of the washing and the still leaking of my fluids from he night before. There was a "squishy" sound as I found my bottom depth on the first try and a slight "slapping" sound as my wet thighs came into forceful contact with her wet cheeks.

She had leaned forward and braced herself on the rail at the far end of the shower and it allowed me to both reach around and stroke her growing excitement as she swelled and blossomed and the stem of her flower protruded. And if I didn't penetrate her fully, there was just enough room to slip my other hand between us to lightly stroke the puckered pink hole of her tightness. I wasn't sure how she would react when I touched her bottom, but and the sound of sucking air followed by a moan gave me the confirmation I needed to continue.

My time was not to last long with the oral attention I had received earlier and the excitement of being able to look down and easily watch myself enter her... to watch her slips split and strain as I inserted myself in her... and the sleeve of her inner core which clung to me as I withdrew from her... as though her body grieved at the withdrawal and clung to me.

The slow deliberation with which I began this congress was overwhelmed with the sights, and sounds, of making love in a resonating changer and the hard walls echoed the moan and the grunts and the "squishing" of our rhythm which became fierce as the painful swelling in my groin came to it's climax. Through gritted teeth, I felt the first contraction deep in my loins and an explosion blew out the end of my manhood and I was feeling the most primal feelings one could imagine as he had won the genetic race to plant his seed and in that moment I wanted to beat my chest and scream like King Kong.... but rather I help her by her waste until she could right herself and I held her and kissed her tenderly... and ask, "What next?"

She pushed me back playfully and said... "What's next for you sir is to get back to your room and change clothes and I'll meet you in the conference room. Now scoot... I've got to make myself pretty for the last day!"

There is much more to the story if anyone happens to enjoy it... would appreciate knowing if it is worth the telling?



The Fantasy



My husband had a fantasy. At least, that’s how this all got started. We’ve been married for nearly ten years and our sex life has managed to stall a little. Usually, it’s a weekly “slam-bam-thank-you-ma’m” event and then we roll over and go to sleep. That’s pretty much been the routine. Until recently.

It was after one of our routine ten-minute huff and puff events when Jeremy laid there staring up at the ceiling. I was getting ready to roll over and nod off when Jeremy asked me if I ever wanted more. I turned over, looking at him and asked, “More?” I wasn’t sure what he was getting at. Still laying on his back, Jeremy told me he’d been having a fantasy lately, a very naughty little fantasy and it was driving him crazy. I laid there, listening to my husband tell me about his fantasy in all the lewd, lurid detail that he could. After about twenty minutes, I was all steamed up. I couldn’t remember feeling this aroused and excited in a long time. By the time Jeremy had finished telling me his story, I was riding his cock up and down, urging him to tell me more. Sex twice in one night. Unheard of.

The next day, I couldn’t get Jeremy’s fantasy our of my head. I kept hearing him tell if over and over again, feeling my juices start to flow over and over again. When I finally couldn’t take it anymore, I decided to do something about it. Sitting at the dining room table one afternoon while Jeremy was at work, I started to make a list. Everything I was going to need to make what had started as Jeremy’s fantasy into reality. I figured I could bring it all into being within a week. 

For the next five days, I planned, I shopped and I found myself getting more and more worked up. Each afternoon, I found myself laying naked on our bed. Closing my eyes, I’d see Jeremy’s fantasy in my head and I’d feel the wetness building between my legs. As I envisioned each detail, my fingers would slide over my wet pussy lips, rubbing gently, slipping inside me. My clit would get so hard it would hurt. Moaning, I’d flick my fingernail across it, torturing myself endlessly. Before long, I’d be writhing on the bed, one hand driving deeper and deeper into my pussy, while my other hand clutched frantically at the bed post. As my fingers slipped rapidly in and out of my nether lips, my body pulsing, my breathing turning into hard pants, I’d reach my orgasm see Jeremy’s fantasy in my head.

Finally, after six long days, I was ready to put fantasy into reality. I called Jeremy at the office and told him to meet me for dinner at a new restaurant across town. I told him I’d be wearing a short red dress. As I readied myself, I felt my body responding to the fantasy again. I barely resisted the urge to lay back on the bed and satisfy myself. But I wanted all my hunger to be for Jeremy. Pulling on my black stockings, I attached the tops to my garters. The black lace garter belt hung around me, molding me. Slipping my breasts into the matching strapless black bra, I looked myself over in the mirror. My breasts were pushed up, my nipples nearly popping over the top. Rubbing a dab of Jeremy’s favorite perfume on my fingers, I touched it to my neck, my breasts and the inside my thighs. Taking a pot of body paint, I carefully drew a small red heart just above, and to the right of my pussy lips. Grabbing my red dress, I drew it over my head and slid it down to fit my pampered body. The finally piece, I tucked my black hair into a long blonde wig and painted my lips red. I was ready.

As I drove to my next stop, I was excited. As I pulled up in front of a large condo, I couldn’t wait to see Veronica. We’d known each other for about a year, having met at some women’s community group. When I’d mentioned Jeremy’s fantasy to her, she’d immediately responded to it. Without hesitation, Veronica became my partner in crime. As I watched her walk towards the car, I felt my pulse race. Dressed in a tight black dress, Veronica was the essence of sex. The slit on her dress ended at the top of her hip. Her breasts were pushed up and together, being held tight by a lace-up front on her dress. I felt my mouth water. I’d never seen a women so sexy and want her. Never, until now.

I drove to the restaurant and we walked in casually, neither of us displaying the nervousness or arousal we were feeling. I had made the reservation for a private room and had left a message for the waiter that Jeremy would be looking for a woman in a red dress. As Veronica and I were left alone in our private room, I sipped the wine and waited. Veronica was eyeing me like a cat and I felt sexy and seductive. The fantasy was close to reality.

After nearly fifteen minutes, I knew Jeremy would be here soon. I made the first move. Taking a sip of wine, I walked over to Veronica. She was panting as hard as I was. Lifting my hand to her cheek, I slowly caressed my fingers over her mouth. Her tongue came out and she licked my finger. I nearly moaned then and there. I stepped forward and we were standing against one another. I leaned in gently and just as our lips met in our first kiss, the door opened behind us. I saw Jeremy and kissed Veronica deeper. I broke away slowly, turning towards him, my hand sliding down to Veronica’s waist.

“I’m sorry. I was looking for my wife.” Jeremy was stuttering, his eyes dropping over me and then Veronica.

I brushed a hand over my lips and said, “That’s all right. Your wife hired us for you. She said you wanted two whores, willing to do anything and everything. That’s us.”

Jeremy was so shocked, he never even thought it was me standing there, and he’d never met Veronica, so it was perfect. I saw his face go from shock to excite to nervousness to pure lust. It turned me on. I slipped back behind Veronica, my hands wrapping around her waist. I slowly pushed my hands upwards, cupping her breasts in my hands. I was leaning my head on her shoulder.

“So, love, what do you want first? Roni and me can entertain you for a while and you can watch? Or we could give you a two for one blow job? It’s your money. What do you want first?”

My fingers were moving on their own. I’d never touched another woman before and now I couldn’t seem to stop. I loved the way Veronica’s body molded back against mine. I could smell her sex even from where I was and it was driving me mad. Her breasts were firm and round in my hands. Having Jeremy watching me but not knowing it was me only excited me more. Veronica finally got into the act. Taking one of my hands up to her mouth, she slowly pushed my finger inside her warm mouth and sucked it. I took a quick breath and nearly collapsed behind her. Her tongue swirled around my finger tip and I suddenly couldn’t wait to see her do that to Jeremy’s cock.

“Well, what will it be?”

Jeremy was still in a state of shock but I could see he was excited. His pants were barely holding him in. He moved into the room, closing the door behind him. Pulling a chair out, he sat down.

“I... I think I’ll... I think I’ll watch for a while.”

Good ol Jeremy! I smiled and flicked my tongue over Veronica’s ear. She moaned and leaned her head back giving me a good view of her neck. Using my tongue only, I moved up and down her neck, teasing her earlobe and then moving down further. I slid my hands down to her chest again. Drawing the ties to the top of her dress, I slowly pulled, untying them. As I folded the top of her dress down, I finally got to see her full globes. Her breasts were beautiful. Sliding the dress down her shoulders, I slipped it off her arms and pushed it down to her waist. Her breasts were out in the open. Looking down over her shoulder, I ran my fingertips around her nipples, moving in small circles. As I squeezed her hard nubs, Veronica moaned. Jeremy’s eyes were focused on her nipples, watching as my fingers pulled and squeezed her tender nubs. Reaching for my wine glass, I took a sip and then poured the rest of my wine down over Veronica’s breasts. She moaned and arched against me. Slipping down around her, I licked the warm wine from her stomach and then looked at her waiting nipples. I’d never sucked another woman’s breast before and I smiled as I closed my mouth around her right nub and sucked. My mouth filled with the flavor of wine and Veronica. It was it’s own aphrodisiac.

Veronica moaned as my mouth drank the wine and suckled her breasts. I slipped her dress down over her hips and let it fall to the ground at her feet. I looked down, taking a deep breath. Her shaved pussy was framed by her white garter belt and black stockings. I watched as the wine dripped down her stomach and between her legs. I stood and moved behind her again, giving Jeremy a full view. His eyes took all of her in, moving from her head down to her succulent breasts to her bare pussy. 

“Do you like what you see, love?”

Jeremy nodded and said, “Definitely.”

I squeezed Veronica’s nipples again and then moved around beside her. I reached behind me and as my fingers closed on my zipper, Veronica moved behind me. I felt her reach for my zipper and slowly drag it down. My body shivered. Her hands gently pushed my dress down, lowering it to the floor to pool at my feet. Her hands came back up, caressing my body as they moved higher and higher, until they were finally cupping my breasts. Her fingers massaged my breasts through my bra, rubbing and squeezing. Jeremy’s eyes focused on my pussy and his tongue nearly flopped out. Just that afternoon, before I’d gotten dressed, I’d shaved my furry little bush naked. His eyes zeroed in on the little heart above my pussy. I felt my juices flowing.

Veronica reached behind me again and gently unhooked my bra. As she peeled it away, my breasts bounced free and my nipples hardened instantly. Here I stood before my husband, another woman’s hands all over my body, and he had no idea. What an incredible rush! I felt Veronica kiss my neck and then move down, kissing my back. As I felt her tongue and lips on my ass, I moaned and nearly buckled. Pulling a chair over, Veronica lifted my leg up, resting it on the seat. Jeremy’s eyes moved to my now fully exposed pussy. I felt like I was dripping, that juices were flowing down my leg. That’s how excited I was. I felt my body heat up even more as I felt Veronica’s lips kissing my thigh and then move upwards. When I felt her lips on my pussy, I nearly came right then and there. Her hands held onto my waist, balancing me, as her mouth kissed and rubbed against my pussy lips. This was my fantasy. This was all for me. I closed my eyes and moaned as her tongue pushed me open and slipped inside. When I opened my eyes again, Jeremy was panting, watching as Veronica licked and kissed me. I’d never had anyone other than Jeremy lick my pussy and it was incredible having someone else do it now while he was watching.

Finally, Veronica moved a hand down my thigh and around to my pussy. Her fingers opened me wide and her tongue moved in deeper. I moaned, grinding my hips, pushing my pussy down onto her warm tongue. I reached up, massaging my breasts as she licked me. I felt it starting, felt my orgasm building. When it finally erupted, I couldn’t hold back. I moaned and came hard, pushing down on Veronica’s face. It was incredible. I looked up at Jeremy and found him starry-eyed and hard as rock in his pants. 

Veronica crawled out from between my legs, stood and kissed my lips. I smiled and let her know, without putting it into words, I’d readily return the favor. For now though, it was time to turn our attention on Jeremy. Moving towards him, we both knelt in front of him. Veronica and I had already talked about this part. I wanted to watch her with him before I touched him. Slowly, she unzipped his pants. Jeremy took a quick breath, his eyes watching carefully as Veronica peeled his pants down. His cock was hard, bigger than I’d ever seen it before. I watched as Veronica wrapped her hand tight around him and leaned over, taking him in her mouth. Jeremy moaned and arched up, pushing his cock in her mouth. I was wild, my body felt like it would explode any minute now. I watched as Veronica pushed her mouth down his entire length, sucking and licking him. I was mesmerized as she gave my husband head, and loving every minute of it. Finally, I leaned down and, while Veronica licked the tip of his cock, I bathed his balls with my tongue. Jeremy moaned and closed his eyes. As our two tongues washed over his cock, Jeremy moaned and thrust his cock upwards. I didn’t want him to cum too early so I pulled Veronica away from him. 

Kissing her lips, I plunged my tongue into her mouth, tasting my husband’s flavor on her lips. It was incredible. I moved back, holding his cock for her. Veronica’s mouth again closed around him, sucking and pulling on him. When I couldn’t stand it anymore, I pulled Veronica to her feet. Moving her to straddle Jeremy’s legs, I slowly guided his pulsing cock up inside her tight little pussy. I watched as his cock was engulfed in her lips, pulling him inside her. Jeremy moaned and I felt as if I could orgasm right there. I watched, kneeling between their legs, as Veronica rode Jeremy’s cock and his hands reached around to tug on her tits. Leaning in, I stroked my tongue over her pussy and his cock as they fucked. Both moaned and begged for more. I licked for all my worth. When I felt Jeremy’s cock erupt, I pulled him out and took him in my mouth, sucking him clean. I’d never liked swallowing cum but now, I couldn’t get enough. I sucked harder. 

Veronica stood above me and I moved my mouth up to her sweet pussy. She was nearly ready to cum. I pushed her across the table and spread her legs wide. Jeremy moved forward and both of us pushed our tongues over her pussy, licking and sucking on every available inch. Veronica moaned, writhing on the table. Grabbing the bottle of wine, I poured more over her body, watching it drip down her pussy lips. Jeremy leaned forward, drinking in her cum and the wine. As I ate her pussy, loving every taste she was giving me, I felt hands on my ass. Jeremy was behind me, driving his tongue deep in my pussy and then up rimming my ass. I’d never let Jeremy fuck my ass but knew it was going to happen. 

Pushing two fingers up inside Veronica’s pussy, I pushed her to orgasm after orgasm. Jeremy had retreated long enough to strip of our his clothes. As he moved behind me again, I leaned over my shoulder and told him to fuck my ass. He didn’t need any more encouragement. I braced myself for his entry. His fingers pushed up inside my pussy and then slathered my ass with my juices. As the tip of his cock pushed against my ass, I pushed back, forcing him in quick and hard. We all moaned. As Jeremy pushed his cock deeper, I fingered Veronica faster. I knew it was time to let Jeremy in on this little fantasy. As he fucked me, I reached up and grabbed my wig. Ripping off the blonde wig, I shook my black hair out and moaned. Jeremy opened his eyes, saw that he was ass-fucking his wife while she was licking another woman’s pussy and he went wild. His fingers dug into me and he pumped his cock harder and harder into my ass. I moaned and felt an orgasm rock me. 

Pulling out of me, Jeremy stood there, stroking his cock. Veronica and I both dropped to our knees, taking his cock in our mouths and sucking him clean. When he grunted and exploded, his cum shot everywhere. We licked, sucked and kissed until we were too exhausted. Sitting on the floor, we cuddled together, me on one side of Jeremy and Veronica on the other. I explained to Jeremy about how his fantasy had excited me until I had to act it out, then I introduced him to Veronica. 

Eventually, we cleaned up, ordered dinner, then went home to fuck until the early hours of the morning. Veronica is truly our partner in crime. Just the other night, as the three of us lay in bed after fucking each other senseless, Jeremy told us about another fantasy he’s been having....



The Fantasy



It was late in the evening and I was all alone. I lay in my bed waiting to go to sleep. My mind started to wander toward sexual thoughts. It had been some time since I had gotten any sex. I wanted to see if I could arouse myself enough to make myself cum.

I had been thinking of one of my fantasies. One in which another woman and I got together for a night of sexual teasing and orgasmic release. I recall it beginning one night just like this one. 

I had just gotten home from a hard day at the office. My feet were killing me and I had to soak my feet. I went to the bathroom to draw a bath for them. I went back to my room to get out of these clothes and get ready for the bath. I was walking out of my room and heading for the bathroom when the doorbell rang. Just a minute I called. I ran back in my room for my silk robe. It was the first one I could get to. I put it on and my nipples began to get aroused right on cue. This always happens when I wear this robe. I got to the door and looked out to see who it was. It was my girlfriend Jean. I opened the door to let her inside. Hey Jean, I said what brings you over tonight?

I was lonely and decided to come by to see what you were up to. I guess I caught you at a bad time. I can come back another time if you wish, she said.

No, it is fine I was just going to take a bath but it can wait. She noticed my nipples and commented on how they poked through the robe in a very sexual way. I reached down and rubbed them through the robe and she responded in the same way by rubbing hers too. I was shocked at doing this because I have never let another woman see me turning myself on. 

As I lay in the bed recalling this fantasy I started to rub my hardening nipples and breasts. I exposed them from under the covers and began to gently suck on them. This started to feel very good.

Getting back to the fantasy, I decided to take a big chance and I asked her if she wanted to take a bath with me. To my surprise she agreed and we went into the bedroom for her to get undressed. I dropped my robe and turned around to watch her undress. She was very sexy and it turned me on to be able to watch her like this. She removed her shirt and bra and her own breasts fell free. They were gorgeous and the nipples were hard too. She continued to undress and she unbuttoned her trousers. She was wearing a little thong and her neatly shaved pussy was outlined nicely. I thought I would just cream on myself when she removed the thong. You could see her glistening pussy all puffy and wet. She exclaimed she was ready for the bath and we went into the bathroom. By now the bath water was cool, so I had to drain it and draw hotter water. She was sitting on the toilet seat and playing with herself. I just knew that when I bent over she was starring at my cute ass. When the tub finished filling, I asked her to get in and she did. Now it was my turn to stare at her ass. It was very firm and definitely shapely. We both entered the tub and it was crowded. It took us a little bit to find comfortable positions. When we had gotten set in the tub we started to feel each other. I placed my hands on her breasts and cupped them gently.

Very gently I squeezed her nipples and she reached out for mine too. It was not long before we were exploring each other in great detail. I know we were in the water but I could tell her pussy was very creamy. I think she knew I was creamy from her touches. We soaked for a while then we got out dried each other off and went into the bedroom. Instead of getting dressed we laid down on the bed.

Back in my bedroom as I lie in bed I began to rub circles on my clit. I could feel the familiar vibrations that shivered through my body. My clit was so sensitive that every time I rubbed on that certain spot I moaned uncontrollably. I didn’t think that fantasizing would be this fun so I continued to tickle my clit and every now and then inserting my finger into my moistening pussy. I reached over to my night stand and pulled out my vibrator and began to use it. I turned it on and put it just between my pussy lips so it could buzz on my clit while I was imagining what was happening in my fantasy.

Well, as we lay on the bed we began to get into a very interesting position. One in which we both were able to lick each other's pussy. I stuck out my tongue and licked her hot wet cunt. It tasted like sweet honey and I could not stop licking her clit. She was expertly licking me as only a woman could. Uncontrolled hip bucking started from both of us. Our orgasms were building and I knew I was going to explode at any moment. I squeezed my legs together as I came in long hot squirts. She licked up my juices furiously then I could feel her legs begin to tighten. She said she was going to cum and I got ready to lick her juices. I wasn’t disappointed she came all over my face. Never had I seen anyone, other than myself, squirt like that. I was so turned on by this I reached over and grabbed my dildo next to the bed. I think she was waiting for me to use it on her. She lay on her back and pulled her legs up high and spread them far apart. I immediately plunged it into her pussy and she went wild. She started writhing and bucking up to meet my thrusts.

On my bed in my own room, I was bucking on my own vibrator. The familiar feelings were not just happening in my fantasy but happening here as well. Faster and faster I plunged it into my cunt. I could hear my wetness making squishy noises. I shoved it deep inside my pussy and released the hot stream of cum that I needed to gush out. My vibrator was covered in thick white cream along with hot moist juices. I felt wonderful.

My fantasy was coming to the climax that I had just done. She came hard all over the dildo and then it was my turn for the ride of my life. She started out real slow but from all that I did to her I needed it fast. This was teasing me and I let her know to fuck me hard with it and deep too. She said turn over onto your knees and I did. She rammed that dildo in and out of my cunt from behind and it felt just like a real dick. She then leaned in to lick my ass as she fucked my sopping wet pussy. I had never had that done to me before but let me tell you I will do it again. It felt wonderfully sensitive and it enhanced my orgasmic release too.

By now I was plunging my own vibrator in for another round of orgasms. It wasn’t long before I had myself cumming again even harder this time. I know I am going to have to clean these sheets because they are just full of hot wet cum. I finished cumming and decided to try to drift off to sleep. I truly had sweet dreams. I dreamt of hot nights and sexual experiences with many different people. It was great to know I could still cum. I guess it was the Fantasy.



The Fantasy



"I want you to fuck your old girl friend.", she said to him calmly, without hesitation.

This was in response to his pleading with her to open up about her innermost sexual fantaties.

"Your Kidding.", was all he could say in response..

"No I’m not." was her flat reply, "I know you still want her, I know you’ll always wonder what sex would still be like with her, I would like it if you just had her, but it has to be right in front of me, I want to see the whole thing." 

"I’m not sure I believe you." was his reply.

"I’ll tell you what" she said, "I’m going to begin sucking your cock, and as I do it I want you to picture her doing it, and as you get close to cumming, I want you to start saying her name, over and over."

"Are you sure you want me to do this?" he said .

"Yes Goddamn it I’m sure!" she replied as she pulled out his lengthy cock and began stroking and sucking the tip.

Her pouty lips begin to engulf his cock, while her gentle hands squeezed his length and massaged his testicles.

She was very talented at sucking cock and she was determined to make this her best effort yet. 

As she sucked his cock she displayed her multi tasking ability by simultaneously unbuttoning her blouse and taking off her bra, exposing her beautiful upper body, 36” DD Tits and taught waistline. 

She paused every forth or fifth stroke to place his cock in between her breast and and tit fuck him for a stroke or two, before plunging her lovely mouth back down upon it down to the root every time.

After several of these cycles she could tell he was getting close to shooting his cum, his breath was very raspy and rapid and he was moaning, "Ohhhh, yess, ohhh, ohhhh….."

She slowed the pace just a bit stopping almost completely as her tits surrounded his cock and said to him. "You know what I want you to say,I want you to say her name."

"Yes," he said, "yes I will, please don’t stop."

"What is her name?", she said as she begin moving again, and her mouth covered his cock again….

For a split second his mind was blank, the name was there but hiding on the tip of his tongue, she slowed again to a stop holding his lengthy cock, in her hands….

"You have to say it she said..you have to say her name and beg her to suck you or I will stop right now."

Then it came to him…."Shannon", he blurted out…."Shannon...Please suck me Shannon…he said."

"Very good," she said….as she lowered her lips to the tip and once again engulfed the entire length stopping only with her lips to the root of it, pausing there so he could get the full deep throat effect.

"Keep saying it.", she said as she pulled off and tit fucked him….

"Suck me Shannon." he said desperately, he was getting so close.

"You have to keep saying it." she said in between plunges down onto his cock.

"Suck me Shannon, make me cum" he was saying over and over, she paused now and then when it seemed he was on the verge of exploding, just to tease him it seamed.

His breath was raspy, "Suck me Shannon, Suck me Shannon , Suck me Shannon", he almost was screaming it in desperation as she tortured his cock….then, all of the sudden…….. she just stopped…………..

"Oh god" he blurted out, "Please..."

"I’ll make you come" she calmly replied, "but you have to promise me something."

"Anything" he said, shakely …his body shaking with the need to come….

"I want you to fuck Shannon…in front of me",she said, "I want you to set it up soon…..so that I can see you fuck your old girlfriend, right there in front of me."

"Yes, ill do it.." he said desperately , "please make me come now…"

"Keep saying her name." she commanded……

"Shannon,.. Shannon…. Shannon…. Shannon…"he said over and over as she begin covering his cock again.

"Please Shannon, ohhhh Shannon…yes…yes……….oh its so good………oh my god…….. yes………..oh godddddddddddddddddd………… Shannonnnnnnnnnnnn…"he said as he finally exploded cum all over his sweet wife, down her throat, and onto her beautiful tits……

"Ohhhh,  Godddddddddddddd……. Please…….its so good……" he said as he finished………

She sucked and licked him clean, he lay there in exhaustion, he had seldom felt such sexual and emotional relief before.

She crawled up beside him and cuddled up raising the covers to warm them.  He was thinking to himself, ....'now we start round two...."

"Honey?" she said….

"What baby" he replied…

"I want to fuck you as soon as possible." she said.

"Oh god baby, Im ready...I'm so ready..all this old girlfriend stuff has me so worked up.."

"Well, I want you too babe, but I wont let you have my pussy until Shannon is here with us. You set it up darling, and then the real fun begins..." she calmly turned over to go to sleep.

To Be Continued.



The Fantasy



I get a call from you one morning at my office. You tell me hello in your soothing voice. I can tell that you are up to something when I hear you talk to me this way, even just with the word hello. I giggle out of instinct because I know that I am about to hear what you are thinking. Shouldn’t you be asleep, I think? After all, you do work the midnight shift so first thing in the morning is the middle of your night. I don’t ask because I want to know what is on your mind instead. 

“Write this down” you tell me. You begin talking and I write. It is an address that I don’t recognize. “You get that?” you ask. Yes, I have the right address I realize as you repeat it again to be sure. 

“What is this for?” I ask. You are silent for a moment and then you continue. You give me a time and then ask if I have that also. Of course I do. You know I am hanging on every word you say, very curious. One thing we have learned is that your patience is the opposite side of the scale of mine. I am incredibly impatient and for that you are good at making me wait to teach me the benefits of good patience. 

“Be at that address at that time” you tell me. I look at the paper I have written on and then the clock. I have about 1.5 hours and I realize that I need to find the address still and prepare for whatever you have planned. The last thing you say to me is “Trust me and I will see you soon”. You know I trust you but it was nice for you to reaffirm that I don’t have to worry the next 1.5 hours but to get ready. 

I leave my office since I have nothing special on my calendar that day. Of course, you know that from a conversation the evening before. I go home and put a sexy teddy on under my business suit. I freshen up and reapply my make up. I then go to the computer to use map quest to look up the address that I need to be at in a short time. I am still curious but not worried. You will be there and I am sure to enjoy whatever you are up to. 

The computer tells me that my travel time is approximately 32 minutes. That gives me time to anticipate the trip for about that long. I put on a video that you and I have enjoyed together and before I realize it, my suit is off on the floor and my teddy is drenched. I watch the movie and picture you sitting on the couch next to me watching with me. I finger my very wet pussy, cumming just at the thought of the call a short time ago. I look at the clock and decide that I need to redress and start for my destination. 

After just a few minutes, I am in the car freshened up again with my directions in hand. I turn up the radio and start to follow the path set in front of me to the address in question. The directions are right on and I soon realize that I am merely minutes away from the place. I am in a fairly nice neighborhood and am about 10 minutes early. After locating the exact address I sit in my car up the street careful to get there at the exact time you told me to. 

As I sit and wait, I anticipate the hours ahead and I feel my pussy get wet with my own thoughts of what you might have in store. Finally, the time passes and I pull my car to the street in front of the house and park. I see the blinds move slightly in the front window and hope it is you assuring I am there. I briefly think that this may be a surprise party for something and I might feel silly with a teddy on and a soaking wet pussy. What if there are tons of people I know in there ready to yell “Surprise!!!”? That is very unlikely; I decide and chuckle to myself as I reach the door. I ring the bell. 

It is very quiet on the other side of that door and I start to wonder if I am in the right place. Just as I consider going back to the car, the door opens. You are standing there fully dressed with a big smile on your face. I can tell that you have a hard on due to the bulge in your pants. The site of you is awesome but I look at you puzzled. You reach out and hug me and kiss me, feeling all over my body as you do so. What an awesome hello, I think. You whisper in my ear “It is okay, follow me”, and then feel my body relax in your arms. 

You step away from me and take my hand, leading me into the house. There is no one in the living room but the two of us. I am still puzzled but know that it is okay, so I do my best to display patience and I wait for you tell lead me. “You know how we have discussed your fantasy of me teaching you to lick pussy at length?” You say. I nod yes. “Well, I came up with a very interesting way to fulfill that fantasy. Do you want to see it?” I smile and nod again. “You pussy is already wet, isn’t it?” You ask. I take your hand and slide it down my suit pants where you feel the nice slick wetness of it through the teddy. “Very nice” you tell me and kiss me again. 

This time you take my hand and start to lead me down the hall. Stopping periodically to kiss me and touch me, assuring I feel safe the entire time. We stop at a door that is shut and you open it. You step back for me to go in first. I look in the room and see a very attractive woman tied to the bed. “Is that you?” She says. You don’t answer but you look at me and encourage me to enter the room. As I do so, I take in all the details of this room. The blinds are pulled which makes the room dark, yet there are candles all over the room. You start to light them as I look around. 

The bed is huge and the woman is tied right to the middle of it on her hands and knees. She is naked and has handprints on her bottom that strikingly resemble yours. She has on a blind fold and is trying to see out of the bottom to see what is going on around her. She can hear the match ignite and turns her head to where she thinks you are. She can hear me move also and you can tell she is confused. “Who was at the door?” she asks. “What is going on?” “Are you here at all?” She sounds a little worried to be honest. 

You stop what you are doing and go over to her. Looking at me, you touch her hair and her face. I can see her body relax as she feels your touch. You eyes locked with mine as you trace down her neck to her breast. Her nipple just perks right up with you that close to her and I can relate to that feeling. “You are okay” you tell her “I am here”. She tried to reach out to you but can’t with her hands tied up. It is evident that she is not trying to that hard, of course. I have been tied in the exact same way and didn’t try to get away either. She is definitely a smart woman, I think. 

I move a little closer to you both and she senses me there. Her head turns my way as she tries to see from the bottom of her blindfold again. You get her attention back to you by sliding your fingers across her pussy lips. I hear her moan and watch her legs spread instinctively due to your touch. I am so wet I can barely stand it and I slowly slide my pants off as you watch me carefully. She is oblivious to my presence, only enjoying your fingers slide into her wet pussy as she practically begs to cum. 

When she does, you pull your hand out and I see how wet your fingers are. I reach my hand down and rub my pussy through the teddy, dying to cum myself. You walk over to me and kiss me deeply, then slide the fingers into my mouth, covered in her wet pussy. You then kiss me again. She is recovering from her orgasm, but trying to keep track of you in the room by sound. She can tell that you are kissing someone. “Who is here with you?” She asks breathlessly. 

“I told you who it would be” you say, “It is my girlfriend”. She laughs at your answer. She obviously doesn’t think that a girlfriend would really go for this and thinks you are kidding. I pull your pants down and am greeted by your nice hard cock. I kneel down to put it deep in my mouth. She can hear the slurping sounds and you moaning. “I can’t be faking that, now can I?” You say. 

She seems to pay more attention and is trying to figure out if someone else is there or if you are messing with her mind. You are telling me what a nice cock sucker I am and I can see out of the corner of my eye, her squirm. Listening to you get head is driving her nuts. “Do you want me to spank you?” You ask her. “Be patient, I am busy” and she seems to relax a little. 

She hears you cum in my mouth and although she can’t see it, her imagination is picturing every single moment. “Do you want to see me fuck her ass?” you ask me and I nod, wiping my mouth of the cum that got out. You take me by the hand and say “Please answer me, honey, so she knows you are there.”

She perks up as she waits for an answer. “Yes, baby, I do” I say and she seems to tense up a little bit. You lead me to her on the nice big bed. You lean down in front of her and lick right up her clit, covering your face with wet as you do. I watch the reaction of her body and love every minute of it. I slowly remove my top and teddy and am now fully naked. The room smells of soaking wet pussy between these two women right in front of you. I have my fingers in my pussy as I watch you VERY closely please this woman. 

You sit up to kiss me and remove my hand from my pussy, replacing it with hers. “Return the favor” you tell her and she starts to fuck my pussy with her fingers. Clumsily at first which leads you to say “Just touch her the way you like to be touched”. This makes a huge difference as you notice the smell of pussy get even stronger in the room. I move on the bed such that she can finger my pussy and I can watch you lick her. I watch every movement of your tongue, the way your nose hits her clit, your fingers added periodically and ride her fingers as I do. I can sense she is about to cum by her breathing, her fingers in my pussy and the intensity with which you are moving. 

Just as I cum, she says that she can feel me cum on her fingers and she starts to cum also. You quickly move back and pull me forward to lick her pussy as she cums from your tongue. The way that her pussy feels against my tongue is amazing. It throbs and gets even wetter, almost begging me not to stop. I surprise myself and start to follow the feel of her body as I keep on licking her cumming pussy. 

You step back and watch the two of us. I am licking her pussy as she bucks and screams. She has one hand in my pussy deep and the other on my head just pulling me in. What a beautiful site. You start to stroke but then decide to move behind her and watch over her shoulder. She pushes her body up against you and you recall how badly she wants you to fuck her ass. You reach down and start to slide your cock into her wet pussy. You feel my tongue lick it as you do so. She shudders again, cumming immediately following the last orgasm. I start to pull away from her but you tell me not to stop yet. 

After a few strokes, you pull your cock out and start to slowly slide it into her tight ass. “Lick her pussy while I fuck her ass, baby” you say to me and I hear her moan deeply at your words. I can feel her push her body back against you begging you to take her fast and hard. You, of course, pull your body back. You slap her ass. “Who is fucking who here?” You ask and she purrs. You take her by the hips and plunge her cock into her ass slowly. I continue to lick her soaking wet pussy. The three of us are in a perfect rhythm. The way that I am situated, I can lick her pussy, but look up and see your cock slide in and out of that nice tight ass. 

Oh we are working her over, I think as I add my fingers to her pussy. I concentrate my tongue on her clit, feeling what her body is asking like you have described to me so many times. I can hear it if I pay attention to detail. You are fucking with more intensity but that is understood, we have been teasing you for a while now. I feel her pussy start to throb and I add another finger inside her pussy. I can feel your cock between the walls of her body, fucking her ass and you look down at me since you can feel me too. 

“Oh cum baby” I say, really to both of you. She answers that she is going to and starts to scream, trying to pull my fingers out of her pussy but I won’t allow her. I keep fucking her and am amazed at just how wet it gets as you keep going. You hear her cum and feel it and that is all you can handle. You pull your cock out and start to cum all over her back. I move my face down to taste her pussy and finish her off with my tongue and get your cum in my hair. I just love to look up and watch you stroke the cum out of your cock. 

The three of us sit, winded on the bed and try to catch our breath. You take my hand and help me up. “Say goodbye properly” you tell me and I go over and kiss her deeply on her mouth. This allows her to taste her own pussy on me. You help me gather my clothes and clean up, leaving her tied to the bed. You walk me to the door and ask me if I enjoyed myself. I smile at you and kiss you with a very slight trace of her pussy on me still. “Let me clean up here and properly say goodbye” you tell me. “I will be home an hour behind you and I will explain then”. You open the door for me and kiss me one last time. 

I walk to my car as I watch you shut the door. I can’t wait to hear how we ended up at this address today. I have an hour to kill until you get home. I consider stopping at the grocery store or somewhere to run errands but find myself driving straight home. An hour gives me time to clean up again, put on a good video and be playing with my toys on the couch when you walk in the door. I think that is a better plan since I have a feeling that your explanation is going to make me wet again anyway. And we both know what that will lead to, don't we?? 

C K & L