9 comments/ 96426 views/ 33 favorites My Greatest Fantasy By: kicky1000 I've heard that a lot of guys get off on seeing their wives fucked by another man. What sick fucks! Who would ever want to see another guy's cock in the snatch of your own special woman, whom you love and adore, whom you courted and married to keep her all to yourself for the rest of your life? Who could ever want those sweet lips, which you kiss in passion to be wrapped around the slimy dick of some other man? Who wouldn't recoil at the thought of alien semen squirting down her throat or up her beautiful vagina? What kind of sick fuck could contemplate such an event and not go running in a tear for the bathroom to collapse over the toilet in a series of dry heaves and hot sweats? I was that kind of sick fuck, and it sickened me to realize it. Every time Priscilla and I were in bed making love, I kept thinking, I wish that every man in the world could see how beautiful this woman is, and what a perfect pussy she has. How they would envy me for what I possessed. I imagined how proud I would feel watching another man feeding his hot cock into her steaming pussy. I actually wanted to figure out some way to get my wife fucked by someone other than myself. I made myself sick. We had been married for ten years now, but it was still wonderful. We both worked all day, I as an advertising executive, and Priscilla as one of the top market researchers on Wall Street. Of course she made twice as much money as I did, but what did that matter? Every night we'd come home, tired, but happy to see each other. We would go out to one of the small restaurants in the neighborhood, and have a nice dinner and a bottle of fine wine, and I would look around at the other tables, and take note of all the other couples, and often I would notice that the man was much more attractive than the lady, and I would think to myself, "what wouldn't he give to be in bed, fucking my beautiful wife," and I would get so aroused that I often had to squeeze the napkin on my lap in my excitement. It was wrong. It was perverted. It was un-American. But I couldn't help myself. My greatest fantasy was to see my beautiful wife get plowed by another man. To watch her suck his cock. To see another man's cock plowing her still-tight pussy or her virgin asshole, which I didn't dare to invade. But another man could dare what I couldn't dare. And try as I might to stifle it, the sickness grew and grew within me, and I had to admit to myself that my greatest fantasy was to see my wife get fucked every which way by another man. It got so bad that every time we got into bed and prepared to have sex, I had to imagine that I was some other man (other than myself) that was going to fuck my wife, in order for me to get an erection. She never knew she was not fucking her husband all these nights, but a myriad of dark and swarthy strangers which I had conjured myself to be. I could imagine myself sitting in an armchair at the foot of our bed, while some monstrous brute defiled her. He would be lying on top of her, and his powerful buttocks would be clenching and hunching as he stroked his massive cock in and out of her wet cunt. I have always felt that the male buttocks were the real engine driving a good fuck, and I liked to imagine Priscilla getting a really good fuck. I know that I am not the world's greatest stud, and I have always felt that I might have been a better fucker if only I could have watched my own strong lean buttcheeks hunching and dimpling as I plowed my cock into my wife's pussy. But that was impossible. How can you watch your own ass, when you're fucking someone else? I jokingly suggested to Priscilla that maybe we should get into swinging. At least maybe try a threeway. "With whom?" she asked suspiciously. "Some other woman," I said evasively. I didn't want her to know what I really had in mind. She would expect me to want another woman. Any normal man would want another woman. I was not normal. "No way!" She said emphatically. "Well, maybe another guy?" I ventured timidly. I mean after all, that would be good for her, wouldn't it? "Absolutely not," she said. "But why not? You would love it. Imagine having two cocks at once. One in your mouth and one in your pussy. Just think about it." "My mother didn't bring me up to be that kind of girl," she said. And that was the end of that. It was too bad she was so middle class and bourgeois, and wouldn't allow herself the pleasures of new partners and sexual exploration. I knew if she got into it she would love it. She would want to do it all the time. But how to get her started? I was afraid to even bring up the subject again. Even though I couldn't bring up the subject with her, the fantasy haunted me. It was all I could think about. I started hanging around chat rooms on the Internet. People were really doing all kind of crazy unimaginable things. I wondered if it was for real, or if it was just their own fantasies that they were projecting. But it was making me very horny. I was spending hours every night with my computer instead of being in bed fucking my wife, where I should have been. Late one night, she got out of bed and came to the door of the little room where I had my computer desk. "What are you doing?" she asked. "Just reading the morning papers," I said. She gave me a funny look. "Well, come to bed. It's late." "Okay. In a minute." I shut down my computer. I had a pretty good hard-on from thinking about some of the things that had just been related in the chat room, so I went into the bedroom and practically raped my wife. I pretended to myself that I was Alan, the college boy in the chat room, who was describing how he had fucked every pledge in Alpha Theta Chi, the sorority next to his fraternity house. "Oh, baby. Give me that sweet pussy," I said. "I'm so hard for you." She was surprised. I had never been so aggressive. "What got into you?" She asked me. "Let's fuck," I said, and began kissing her breasts, which was turning her on. Then I went down and began some serious work on her clitoris until she was screaming either for mercy or for cock. I gave her the cock. As it sank into her wet hole, I imagined I could see the two of us, as if from an armchair at the foot of the bed, only I was not me, I was Alan, who was very muscular and handsome, even though I didn't really know what he looked like. Up to this time, I had been merely a lurker in the chat room, which was called the 'Forbidden Desire' room. I had been staying quiet on the side and not typing anything in, until one night some guy named Rocco Cocco 473 showed up in the room, trolling for some instant action. "Any hot pussy in the Bayville, New Jersey area tonight? Big cock here needs to fuck wet tight pussy. Instant message me for a private chat 'Rocco Cocco 473' I don't know what made me do it, but I messaged him, and we were on a private connection. Tibi: Hi. (I was Tibi. Like TB----Theodore Bernard, my first and middle name.) Rocco Cocco 473: Hi there, Tibs, baby. What's up? Tell me all about yourself. Are you wet? He thought I was a woman. I wondered if I should go along with the deception. It was tempting. He was getting me hot. But then he would want me to send a picture or turn on my webcam, and what would I do then? Tibi: Tell me about you, Rocco. Do you have a big cock? Rocco Cocco 473: You better believe it, baby. How does nine and a half inches sound to you? And fat. Tibi: It sounds wonderful. I wish I could see it. Rocco Cocco 473: I wish I could see you. Do you have big tits? What size are they? Tibi: Well, they're not very big. ( to put it mildly) Rocco Cocco 473: You got a webcam baby? We can look at each other. I had a webcam, but it was disconnected. And there was no way I could look at Rocco Cocco 473's cock without exposing my gender. Tibi: I do. But it's broken. I'm saving up for a new one. Rocco Cocco 473: Damn. I sure would like to see you. You live in Bayville? Tibi: Yes. I do. Rocco Cocco 473: Great. I sure wish I could see you. What are you wearing? Tibi: Just my slip. Rocco Cocco 473: And nothing else? Tibi: Just my slip. Rocco Cocco 473: Great. Are you fingering yourself? Tibi: Yes. Rocco Cocco 473: Are you wet? Tibi: Yes. Are you hard? Rocco Cocco 473: You bet. You want I should drive over? Tell me where you live. Tibi: I can't tonight. Did you want to jerk off? Rocco Cocco 473: Yeah. Maybe. You got a picture you can send me? I thought to myself. I had some pictures of Priscilla I had taken on the beach in the Virgin Islands recently. I had bought a new digital camera, and they were all in my computer. I could send him a picture of Priscilla. Tibi: Okay. What's your e-mail address? Rocco Cocco 473: roccococco473@hotfile.net I wrote it down. Tibi: Hold on. I'll send it now. Rocco Cocco 473: Great, baby. Tibi: Just one sec. I minimized the instant message and went to my e-mail account and typed a little love note to roccocco473. "I wish you were here with me right now, fucking my hot pussy with your big thick cock. I would also like to suck on your big thick cock, and then have you put it back in my pussy. How does that sound?????? XOXOXOXO Tibi. Then I clicked into 'My Pictures' on my computer and found a particularly stimulating photo of Priscilla stretched out on a lounge chair in her bathing suit next to the pool with a Tom Collins in her hand. She was gorgeous. He would die when he saw this. I attached it to my e-mail and clicked 'send'. Then I closed my e-mail and brought Rocco back up. Tibi: I sent it. Did you get it? Rocco Cocco 473: Let me check. Pause Rocco Cocco 473: Yeah. I got it. I'm printing it out. Hot damn. You are one hot looking lady. I wish I could come over right now. Please? Tibi: No. Not tonight. I can't. Some other night. I have to go to bed. Did you want to jerk off first? Rocco Cocco 473: Yeah. I printed out your picture, and I'm looking at it, and I'm pulling on my big hard dick, which is all hot and hard for you baby. Tell me how much you like it while I'm fucking you. Tibi: Yes. Oh. It's so big. And so thick. And I can feel it parting my lips now and sliding all the way, far into my hot wet cunt, which is so wet because I've been fingering it while thinking about you fucking me. And now I can feel your hot cock inside me and it feels so wonderful. So wonderful. Fuck me. Fuck me. Rocco Cocco 473: I'm fucking you now with my big thick cock. Do you like anal, baby? Did you want me to put it up your asshole? Tibi: Oh, yes, Rocco. Fuck me up my asshole. Put it in my asshole right now. AAARRRRGGGHHH. Ow. It hurts a little. But it also feels good. I like it. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck my hot ass. Rocco Cocco 473: Keep talking. Keep talking. I'm almost ready. Keep talking. Tibi: I love your big cock inside my tight hot asshole. I want you to shoot your cum inside of me. Now. Right now. I want to feel you come. Tell me when you're shooting. Rocco Cocco 473: Oh, Christ, baby. I just did it. I shot all over everything, coming in your sweet little asshole. Tibi: That was so wonderful. I can feel your cum burning inside of me. I want to keep it inside me forever. Rocco Cocco 473: So when can we get together for real, baby? Don't you want to really feel it inside you? Tibi: I do. I do. I want it so much. But I don't know when we can get together. I'm a little busy right now. Rocco Cocco 473: At least give me your e-mail. We can write each other little love notes and make plans to meet. I knew it was probably imprudent, but I had really gotten off on pretending I was Priscilla. Was I a sicko or what? I gave him my e-mail address. Tibi: Tibi@universomail.com Rocco Cocco 473: Great. I'll write to you. I'm not gonna let you get away from me. That's for sure. I can't wait to plant my cock in those sweet hot holes of yours. For real. Tibi: Me too. Got to go now. Love you. Rocco Cocco 473: And I love you, baby. Night Night. I closed the instant message and shut off the computer. I went down the hall to my bedroom and gave Priscilla the best fuck I had ever given her in our entire marriage. Of course, I imagined that I was watching Rocco Cocco 473 fucking her and not me, and I didn't know what he looked like, but I conjured up an exciting image. It was great. But it would get even better. I would have to figure out a way to get Rocco Cocco 473 into our bed, while I sat in the armchair at the foot of the bed, and jerked off, as he fucked my beautiful wife. The next morning, we got up and had a quick breakfast, and Priscilla left for her office. I was about to leave for mine, but I had a little suspicion. I went to look at my e-mail to see if there was anything there. And there was. There was the usual---Cheap Viagra. Grow an inch on your penis. There is money waiting for you in Nigeria, but first you have to send a check to.......etc. etc. And then there was the one I was looking for. My heart was pounding. Subject:: Fucking your hot holes, baby. From: roccococco473 To: Tibi. I clicked on it. "Hey baby. It's me. I told you I wasn't gonna let you get away from me. I want that hot body of yours. But for real next time. I want to fuck you so bad. When can we get together? Waiting to hear from you. My cock is hard again just thinking about that luscious body of yours. Rocco. I clicked 'Reply' and wrote: "I want your big thick cock just as much as you want my pussy and my asshole. I will try to figure something out. I will get back to you. XOXOXOXO Tibi. Then I went to the office. The next several weeks were terrible for me. We had a constant correspondence going. We didn't connect on instant message again. I was afraid. I was so caught up in this strange affair that I was afraid I might slip and give him my address. And then what would I tell my wife, whom he would think he was coming to fuck???? A puzzlement. N'est-ce pas? And the letters we exchanged were sizzling. Full of longing and undying passion. He kept asking me for my address. He really wanted to meet me and fuck me for real. Why wouldn't I give him my address? I was doing sloppy work in the office and I almost lost a big account with a stupid ad campaign. But my mind was elsewhere. It was sitting in the armchair at the foot of the bed watching roccococco473 plunge his large penis into my wife. I wanted so badly to know what he looked like. Wasn't there some way? Finally I admitted to him that I had been putting him off because I was married, and what would my husband think if he ever found out I was having a Cyberaffair with Rocco? "Okay," he wrote back. "Now, I understand. You have an old man. That's okay. I have an old lady, but she's no good for the next six months. She's preggo and the doctor says she can't fuck. But she's a pig, anyway. I wouldn't mind getting rid of her. She sure don't look like you. Love. Rocco. "Oh, Rocco," I answered in my reply. "If only there were some way." I was going to keep this going as long as possible. Then one day he sent me an e-mail. "I have to meet you. We'll work it out. I work in a bar downtown. I'm a bartender. Maybe you could stop into the bar some day around four o:clock in the afternoon when it's nice and quiet????? Waiting to fuck you, Your loving Rocco. "What bar?" I asked in my reply. Maybe I could just go in for a drink and see what he looked like. Then I would really have a picture of who was fucking my wife when I was fucking her. Not that I was fucking her much anymore. My thoughts were completely full of my bogus romance with Rocco, with me as Priscilla. Sick. Sick. Sick. I didn't hear from him for a couple of days. I think he was as afraid to give me his address as I had been to give him mine. Then the letter came. From: roccococco473 To: Tibi Subject: When? The body of the message was as follows: "I bartend at Corcoran's Bar and Grill, 792 State Street. Wednesdays, Thursdays, and Fridays from 3 to Midnight. Come in around 4. When can you come? Love, Your hot and horny Rocco. Reply: Don't know. I'll get back to you. XOXOXOXO Tibi I had it. I had his address. I could go in there and see what he looked like and he would never know. I was jubilant. But would I even dare to speak to him? To tell him that I had been leading him on, that the woman in the picture was my wife, and I might be interested in letting him fuck her if I could arrange it. I didn't know what to do. But just in case, I put a picture of Priscilla (in her bathing suit) in my wallet. He might punch me in the nose if he ever realized he had been sending sex letters to another man. It was a tricky situation. Maybe I would just go in and have a drink, and he would not even imagine that I was Tibi. It was Wednesday afternoon and I left work a little early. I told them I thought I had a fever, and I think I really did, but just from anxiety. My forehead was clammy and my hands were sweating, and I was trembling a little. I drove to State Street and parked in the State Street Garage about one half block away from Corcoran's Bar and Grill. The parking meters were only good for one half hour, and I couldn't keep worrying about parking meters. I had other things on my mind. As I walked up the street toward Corcoran's, I admired the shiny new motorcycle chained to the parking meter right in front of the door. I had never been on a motorcycle, but had always wanted to try it. It looked exciting. To be tearing down the highway, with cars and trucks on every side and the wind beating at your face. I was thinking that the wind would be blowing through my hair, but I realized that you had to wear a helmet. I opened the front door and immediately smelled beer. The bar was empty. It was early. I was the only customer. The man behind the bar was a powerful looking dark complexioned man of about thirty with black curly hair and eyes that were almost black. He looked as if he hadn't shaved in several days. He was wearing a tee shirt that said "Hell for Leather," and as a matter of fact, he was wearing leather pants with straps that went over his shoulders. His biceps bulged beneath short sleeves of his shirt, and there was a tattoo on each arm. His left arm said "Mother," and his right arm said "Judy." He was very sexy looking. I knew that this had to be Rocco Cocco 473. I took a seat at the bar and he looked at me, waiting for me to speak. "A rye and ginger," I said. "Sure thing," he said, and began filling a glass with ice. "I haven't seen you here before," he said. "No. I was driving by and felt like a little pick-me-up. But don't let me drink too much, because I'm driving," I said kiddingly. I thought maybe we could strike up a conversation. "Okay. I'll watch you," he promised me. "Two drink limit, and I'll go light on the rye." "Sounds good to me," I said. "Is that your bike out front?" I asked. I was sure it was. "Sure is," he said proudly. "Brand new Harley. Cost me my next three years pay, but it's a beauty." "It sure is," I said. "How long have you been riding motorcycles?" "Seems like my whole life. My father was a motorcycle freak. So was my mom. So I guess I come by it natural like. In fact, I'm the president of the local chapter of The Highway Saints." He seemed very proud of that. I had always heard that they were a bunch of rough, foul-mouthed hoodlums, as were their women. No wonder he wanted to fuck Tibi. She had class. "I've never been on a bike," I told him. "I wonder what it would feel like." "Fuck. If I didn't have to work here till midnight, I'd take you for a little spin down the highway." "You would? I would really like that. Maybe we could do it some other time. Maybe I could try to get back around midnight some day???" "Sure. I'd be glad to do it. I even got an extra helmet." He looked up at the clock and swore. "Fuck. Four fifteen. I gotta put another quarter in the meter. Hey, would you be a good guy and put a quarter in for me, so I don't have to leave the bar?" My Greatest Fantasy... I had been out in California attending a business related class for a week, when I returned home to quite a surprise. The class was scheduled to end on Friday afternoon, but due to the limited number of scheduled flights back to Atlanta, I would be forced to take the “red eye”, which would arrive about 5:45am. This trip, however, luck was on my side, as the class ended early, due to a bout of food poisoning suffered by the instructor, and I was able to catch the earlier flight, which would put me into Atlanta at about 8:00pm. Due to my having to speed to the airport in San Jose, return my rental car, then dash to the gate, I was unable to call and alert my wife, Kate, of my early arrival time. Being happy just to be able to get away from San Jose around lunch time, I figured surprising her with an early arrival would just be icing on the cake. I knew that the kids would be visiting friends that night, so needless to say, I was really looking forward to an evening of wild sex with Kate, after all, I had been gone almost a week. As I drove down our street, I realized that Kate had company. I immediately recognized her best friend Kitty’s car parked in my usual spot. Kitty had recently moved out of town due to a job change, but apparently had breezed into town for the weekend. Kitty is around Kate’s age, not as sexy, but I have always fantasized about what it would be like to get into her pants. She has an ample ass, and a nice set of tits. As I said, she’s not a woman that would stop a man in his tracks, but she seems to exude a sexuality all her own. Her and Kate have always been extremely close, so I guess their closeness played a big part in my attraction to her as well. “What the hell”, I said, as I parked on the curb and walked, suitcase in hand, to the side door of the house. Strangely, all the lights were off in the front of the house, though the master bathroom light, as well as the bedroom and den light were turned on. My first thought in seeing the front lights of the house lights turned off, was how similar it appeared compared to the way Kate and I situate things during our nights alone. The idea being to make the house look as if no one is home, or everyone’s gone to bed, so we won’t be disturbed by friends dropping by unannounced. I had jerked off hundreds of times in the past, fantasizing about watching Kate and Kitty make love. Kate has always emphatically denied any attraction to the female sex, but, I have always believed that, given the right circumstances, people, especially Kate, are capable of anything. Seeing the house this way got me thinking...no, it couldn’t be, could it? My experiences with good luck always seem short lived, so I figured I had used my allotment for the day when I got away from San Jose early. What the hell, I thought, you never know. I laid my suitcase in the breezeway between the garage and house, and crept quietly around to the back, where I could get a better idea about what was happening. Our master bath extends out into a bay window, with the garden tub situated in the bay itself. I immediately heard talking and giggling, as well as water splashing, as I rounded the bay window. There was no way I could see into the bathroom through the windows, due to the presence of blinds, so the only solution was to place a ladder against the arbor that attached the garage and house, climb up, and peer down through the skylight situated over the tub. “Unfucking believable”, I said quietly to myself, as I looked at what lay below me. Apparently, the bottle of wine sitting on the side of the tub had taken hold of Kate and Kitty, because they were both sitting in the tub, naked, bathing one another. I immediately began sporting a raging hard on, as I watched the proceedings beneath me. I wanted to pull my cock out so badly and jerk off, that it was all I could do to restrain myself, but due to the view from the street, I had to lay belly down to keep a low profile. They had several candles lit and placed around the deck of the tub, and the soft candle glow accentuated the two heavenly bodies centered between them. I couldn’t help but notice how their hands seemed to linger on each others tits, caressing each one till the nipple was firm. After a few minutes of their soft, sensual bathing, they leaned toward each other, as if on cue, and began to kiss deeply, their tongues lashing out, and dancing together, delving deep within each other’s mouths. Personally, I thing two women kissing is about the most sexy, sensual thing there is, and I was definitely not disappointed here. After about a minute of kissing, their hands, then fingers, began to explore the inner folds of one anther’s pussy. Soon, their ministrations evolved from soft caresses, to more intense penetration of one another, their kisses growing more and more heated. The situation was indeed getting hotter and hotter, and I couldn’t wait to see what was next. After about ten or fifteen minutes of foreplay, they exited the tub and dried one another off from head to toe. When they were completely dry, they each put on a very sheer bra and panty set, and moved into the den, taking with them all of the candles they had lit. This would certainly work out better for me, as our den opens out onto the back deck through a French door, with a full view from the outside. Once the candles were in place, they laid out several blankets on the carpet, and Kate disappeared back into the bedroom, only to come out with the huge dildo (along with a tube of KY jelly), that I had recently bought for her. Kitty’s attention was riveted to the dildo, though I was unable to hear what her comment was in response. Kate had also brought out one of our porn videos for them to watch. The video was started with two women making love beside a swimming pool. Strange, I thought, Kate never really seemed all that interested in female-female scenes when we watched videos in the past, but obviously that wasn’t the case tonight. As they lay beside on another, they began to kiss and caress one another once more. I settled in on the back deck to enjoy the show. Kate soon broke the kiss, picked up the dildo, and began slathering KY jelly up and down the shaft. She moved down between Kitty’s legs and began to remove her panties, kissing her thighs as she did so. After discarding her panties, Kate spread Kitty’s legs farther apart, and began to lick up and down her pussy, penetrating her lips, and taking extra time to flick her large, protruding clit with her tongue. Soon, Kate had Kitty writhing in ecstasy, hips thrusting up off the floor, as she drove her tongue in and out of her pussy. Kate inserted two of her fingers into Kitty’s cunt, and began to drive them in and out, increasing her tempo with each thrust. Kitty began to buck her hips upward, driving her sopping cunt up into Kate’s face as she started to cum. Kate never allowed her to come completely down following her orgasm, as she quickly grabbed the massive dildo and inserted it into Kitty’s soaked cunt. Kitty moaned loudly as the dildo entered the folds of her pussy, and it didn’t take long before she was fucking “Kong” like it was her last time. Kate began to pound the dildo in and out in a frenzied pace, Kitty once again bucking upward to meet her every thrust. Kitty was in such a state of passion, that she was soon cumming again, this time much harder than before, as she began to squeeze the dildo within her as tightly as possible. As she squeezed her thighs together, I though at first she was going to crush Kate. As she once again came down from her intense orgasm, cum began to flow copiously from her pussy, soaking Kate’s hands as she withdrew the dildo. She tossed the dildo aside, and began to lick and suck all of Kitty’s cum from around her cunt. Damn, that was sexy! Kate continued to lick and suck her cunt until it was completely clean, lapping up every drop inside and out. Following this torrid scene, they both lit a cigarette, and laid back to enjoy the video. They poured themselves some more wine, and continued to caress one another as they talked quietly, commenting on the various scenes in the movie. Things soon began to heat up again, as caresses became kisses, each one alternating from mouths to theirs partner’s tits. Kitty rolled Kate over on her back, and began to alternate from one tit to another, kissing, licking, and caressing each one with obvious affection. This time, it was Kitty who broke the kisses, as she got up and began fishing around in her oversized handbag. She came out with a large, strap-on dildo, and began to put it on. After applying a minimal amount of lubricant (I’m sure she was aware of how wet Kate’s pussy was by now), she kneeled down between Kate’s legs and slowly inserted the dildo. Now this truly was a fantasy come true for me! Kitty looked hot as hell as she began to move slowly in and out of Kate’s pussy, her sexy ass rising and falling with thrust. She began to alternate between Kate’s mouth and tits, kissing and sucking each one languidly. As Kitty began to thrust faster and deeper (which Kate truly loves), Kate wrapped her legs around Kitty’s waist and pulled her even deeper into her sopping wet cunt. Their tempo increased by the second, as Kate came ever closer to her anticipated orgasm. Suddenly, Kate groaned loudly, pulling Kitty with her legs and feet, deeper into her pussy, and at the same time, jamming her tongue deep into Kitty’s mouth, kissing her hard as she began to cum. By this time, needless to say, I had my cock out, and was stroking it with reckless abandon. Given the circumstances, I lasted all of about 30 seconds before I began jetting cum all over the sundeck. It was without a doubt, the most intense orgasm I had ever experience with my own hand. I decided that I would wait a little while before I made my surprise arrival. I knew in my heart though, that the night was probably only just beginning... My Greatest Fantasy I looked at my calendar, and chose an evening. I typed my reply: How about Saturday the fourteenth which is like ten days from now. Is that good for everybody? Like around eight p.m. Get back to me. Tibi. I clicked send. I shut off my computer. I pulled up my shorts and then my pants. I went to wash my hands. I was just drying them when I heard Priscilla come in the front door. My beautiful Priscilla. Did I have a surprise for her. I withdrew the money from my savings account in One Hundred Dollar bills. Six Thousand Dollars. Well, it would be worth it. I was still waiting for a reply. Were we going to do it on the fourteenth? I kept running to my computer and checking my e-mail waiting for an answer. Dorabella. Dorabella. Dorabella. It seemed like ten times a night I was running upstairs to type Dorabella-to see if it was on or not. Then it came. What I had been waiting for my whole life long. From: roccococco473 To: Tibi Subject:: Gangfuck Message: All the guys are cool with it. We'll be coming on our bikes. Hope that doesn't bother you. 8 p.m. Saturday night the fourteenth the six of us gangfuck Priscilla while you sit in your armchair at the foot of the bed and pull on your peter. By the way. We need the address. Please send now. That will be confirmation of the deal. I sent the address, which I had been withholding up until now. I could barely look Priscilla in the eye now, knowing what I knew. I was in a terrible state of nervous anxiety, and often found myself babbling incoherently to myself. Priscilla was giving me these anxious looks. I think she thinks I'm going crazy. Maybe she's right. I did tell her that I was having some friends from the office over for drinks on Saturday night the fourteenth and she was okay with that. * * * Something is going on with my husband. He has been acting so strangely for a long time now. We never have sex anymore. We barely talk anymore. He's always in that stupid little room with his computer. And he goes out frequently late at night. Where does he go? Who does he see? I asked him if there was another woman. I came right out and asked. And he denied it. He said there was no other woman. Was he lying to me? He is lying next to me right now. He didn't go out late tonight. In fact he went up to bed early. He said he was very tired. He keeps tossing about in his sleep and mumbling things, which I can't understand. If this keeps up all night, I'll have to go downstairs and sleep on the pullout sofa. "Dorabella...." He said "Dorabella." "Dorabella. Dorabella. Dorabella." "So there is another woman. Her name is Dorabella" I will confront him in the morning." The next morning as he stepped out of his pajama bottoms and was reaching for his underwear, I stood in the bedroom doorway and just very casually asked. "So who is Dorabella?" His face went white and he dropped his shorts. He stood there naked from the waist down, his little cheating penis drooping. "What do you mean?" he asked. "I asked who is Dorabella?" I repeated. "No one. I don't know anyone name Dorabella." "Funny! You kept saying her name over and over again in your sleep." His face went white. "I did?" "Yes. So who is Dorabella?" "I swear to you I don't know anyone by that name. I am not cheating on you." He was such a liar. "I swear," he put his hand over his heart. "The only Dorabella I know of is in "Cosi Fan Tutte." "Cosi Fan what?" "It's an opera. A Mozart opera. I heard it on the car radio a few days ago, I guess it must have been on my mind." I didn't buy that for one minute. I just nodded and didn't say anything else. I let him finish getting dressed for work. Fortunately I didn't have to be in early this morning, so I could just dawdle and take my time. Dorabella. Dorabella. A Mozart Opera? I didn't think so. If only I knew what was going on with him. I have never pried before. We never invade each other's privacy, but I wanted to find out what was happening. He was always in that computer room. I had my own laptop which I used while I was lying in bed. I never touched his computer. I wondered if I could find anything out if I went into his computer. I went into his crappy little room and switched it on. "Welcome," it said in print. "Thanks," I answered. Where to start? Where to start? I clicked onto his e-mail. A page came up. Please submit password with a little box and a blinking black line. "Screw." I didn't know his password. I wanted to see his e-mails. Maybe they held some clue to the way he was behaving. Maybe he even had letters there from this Dorabella bimbo. I wanted to see what my competition was like. Who was Dorabella? Was she prettier than I? Smarter? Better in bed? Who was Dorabella? But I would never find out? Because I didn't know his fucking password. "Dorabella Dorabella Dorabella," I kept repeating to myself, just as he had done last night in his sleep, and as I was saying her name, somehow automatically my fingers were typing it 'Dorabella.' Suddenly his e-mail opened up to me. My god. Dorabella was his fucking password. I wondered who else she was. I started looking through his saved letters. They were all from the same person. roccococco473 and they were to Tibi---so that was his user name. And the subject line which was visible without opening each letter on many of them was 'Gangfuck.' And one even said 'Gangfuck Priscilla'. I wanted to know more. I started reading the letters. On Wednesday afternoon the eleventh at about 4 p.m., I drove to State Street and parked in the State Street Garage. I noticed a motorcycle chained to the parking meter in front of Corcoran's Bar and Grill. Well. It must have been his. Roccococco473 had said he and his friends would be coming to my house on their motorcycles. I entered and sat upon a high stool before the bar. The bartender turned to me with a smile and his face, and then his jaw dropped. "What'll you have?" he asked uncertainly. "A little discussion," I said. "Discussion? About what?" "I think you know very well about what," I told him. He nodded. "I have very recently discovered that my husband has invited you and five of your buddies including one called 'Finky' who has more than most women can take, to come to my house this Saturday night, whereupon you will mix the drinks and pass them out, and I will get the one that has been drugged, whereupon you and your friends will carry me upstairs and fuck me in every orifice while my husband sits in an armchair at the foot of the bed and jacks himself off. Is that about right?" I asked. "Yes." He swallowed. I saw his Adam's Apple move. "And as compensation for this hard labor he is supposed to give you each One Thousand Dollars. Is that right?" I asked. "Yep," he said. He was one very confused man. "Well. I have a counteroffer. Shall we discuss it?" "What's your counteroffer?" "What I propose is this. You will all come to my house on your motorbikes at eight o'clock on Saturday Night as planned. But there will be one little change." "Okay," he said. He was waiting to hear more. "The one who gets the drugged drink will not be me. It will be my husband. The one who gets gangfucked by you and your compatriots will not be me. It will be my husband. For this, I am prepared to give you each Five Thousand Dollars. I have six thousand dollars in cash in my purse right now. If we have an agreement I will give you the six thousand cash right now, which you can distribute among you. And if you will give me a list of everyone's name, I will have a check for another Four Thousand for each one of you to be delivered upon completion of your task." He couldn't believe what he was hearing. You're willing to go for Thirty Thou to have us gangfuck your husband?" "I most certainly am. I realize the prospect of fucking my husband may not be as appealing to you as the prospect of fucking me, but do you think that you and your friends could fulfill my requirements?" "Lady. It's no big deal. We've all been in prison. Believe me. We won't have any problem at all." "So do we have a deal?" "Should we shake on it?" "A simple 'yes' will do." He agreed and gave me the names of the other five bikers. I wrote out a check for each one of them for four thousand dollars right there at the bar. "I will give you these checks on Saturday night," I told him. "When it's 'Mission Accomplished'." * * * It's Saturday night and the guys should be over in about a half hour. I have the little liquor cart, which is on wheels, right in front of the television set in the living room, and the big silver bucket was filled with ice, which I had taken out of the freezer. Priscilla has been unaccustomedly cheerful, the last few days. I can't figure out why. She's always giving me these funny little looks, and I can see her breaking into a big smile, which she always tries to hide. As for myself, I am a wreck. I don't know what I have gone and done, but I know that after this night my life will never be the same. All this to fulfill my greatest fantasy. We heard the loud roar of many motorcycles outside our house, pulling into our driveway and onto our lawn. They were here. They rang the bell. I answered the door. I greeted them all one by one and shook their hands, and introduced each one of them to my beautiful wife, Priscilla, whom I'd been telling them about. There was one strange face. A small wiry, thin guy about five foot five, almost elfin. He was probably in his late twenties, and he had red cheeks, and a little upturned nose, and dancing, twinkling, blue eyes. His hair was kind of light brown. A little darker than blonde. I knew that this must be the famous 'Finky' with the humongous dick. I threw my arms around his shoulder, and pretended like we were good friends. "Hey there, Finky. Good to see you, man." "You too buddy. Really good to see you," he answered me and clapped me on the back. When I had everybody seated, Priscilla called me outside of the room for a moment. "You know these men from the office? They don't look like office types." She asked me. "Yes." I said. We use this motorcycle delivery service. Rocco's Motormessenger. The big dark guy I just introduced you to is Rocco. The other guys all work for him. A great bunch of guys, Pris. You'll really like them. And I've been bragging about you so much to them, they wanted to meet you, and so I thought to myself, Hell, Why Not? And so I invited them here tonight. You don't mind do you?" "No. Not at all," she said very cheerfully and we returned to the living room where I suggested I would pour drinks for everybody, but Rocco said "hell no. I'm a professional bartender. I'll mix the drinks." "You're a professional bartender? I thought you had a Messenger service, Rocco. Ted told me his office used your company. Rocco's Motormessenger." "Yeah. That too," he said. Rocco was really quick-witted. The guys were all regaling us with stories of America and the open road, while Rocco mixed the drinks. Everyone had told him what they wanted, and he did the best he could with what I had on the little cart. Finally he handed me my drink and he handed Priscilla HER DRINK. I took a sip. She took a sip. We continued chatting, and exchanging small talk but I was getting very sleepy. Maybe I needed another cold swallow to wake me up. This was my big night and I wanted to be wide awake in the armchair at the bottom of the bed to enjoy it all. "Are you okay, Priscilla?" I asked. The drug didn't seem to be taking effect yet. "I'm fine," she said. "Are you okay?" "Fine," I said, but I was really sleepy. So I took one more cold swallow to wake me up. I feel so warm and comfortable, and something is happening in my body and I don't know what it is, but it feels very soothing and pleasant and I feel like I am being held in someone's arms and it is such a pleasant feeling. I feel like I am waking up. Have I been asleep? What did I miss? I hope I didn't miss anything. The guys were probably already fucking Priscilla and I was sleeping through everything after spending six thousand dollars. But something was funny. It was like there was a weight on top of me. A heavy weight. And that pleasant feeling I had been feeling sort of unconsciously, I now realized I was still feeling, and it was something enormous stuck into my asshole and moving in and out. "He's coming out of it," I heard someone say. I heard a hot voice at my ear. The face of someone on top of me was breathing into my ear. "You like this big dick, baby? Tell Daddy how much you like this big dick." I shook my head as much as I could, trying to clear my thoughts. I tried looking to the side and I could tell that it was pudgy Ernie who was on top of me, and that's why it felt so heavy, and-----something else------he was fucking me. His cock was in my ass and he was fucking me. He was supposed to be fucking my wife, not me. What the hell? "You got one sweet hot pussy, honey," said Ernie. "I think he likes it, guys. I think he's getting into it." I opened my mouth to say "No I'm not" and suddenly someone's big dick was shoved down my throat. Fuck. Someone was fucking my throat and I was choking on dick. "Fuck his ass. Fuck it good," I heard someone say, and I knew that voice. It was my wife Priscilla. I tried to turn my head but I was pinned in position by the cock in my throat. I was able to edge myself off of it for just a single second, which allowed me to pivot my head to see my wife sitting comfortably in the armchair at the foot of the bed, watching the spectacle of six motorcycle toughs fucking her husband. And she seemed to be very pleased with the whole situation. What had happened? What had gone wrong? I was supposed to be in that chair and she was supposed to be---and the guy shoved the cock back down my throat. I was able to raise my eyes just enough to see that it was Rupert, and he wasn't so dimwitted that he didn't know that he was getting his cock sucked, and he seemed to like it a lot. I felt Ernie really battering against my asscheeks now, and he was making all kinds of groaning noises like he was going to orgasm or something, and then I felt all this hot liquid shooting up into me. And it felt kind of nice. As his motions slowed, and he rested upon my back, I allowed my asshole to enjoy the fullness of his softening penis, and give it little loving squeezes. "That was great, baby. That's the best fuck I've had since I got off the cellblock." He gave my ear an affectionate little bite. "Now that he's awake, I want him." That was Rocco. He had waited his turn till I woke up. He wanted me to be aware of his presence the whole time. I felt Ernie lift off me toward the right side, and I heard the mattress creak with the shifting of weight as Rocco positioned himself between my spread thighs and eased his cock into my wet oozing asshole. "Oh. This feels nice," he said. "This feels like home. I wish my fucking wife had a cunt like this," he said. "You like it, baby? You like having Daddy's big dick up your asshole like this. Oh. This is so sweet. So sweet." "Fuck him," screamed Priscilla. "I can see it. I can see your big shiny wet cock lifting out of his asshole and then slamming back in. Fuck his ass." "Tell me how much you like it, sweetheart," Rocco whispered in my ear. "I like it. Fuck me, Rocco. Let me feel your big dick up inside my hole. Yes." I was able to get those few words out before Rupert grabbed my hair and slammed my mouth back around his dick. I kind of liked getting my throat fucked too, but it seemed like Rupert was never gonna finish. I wanted to see what it would be like for someone to come in my mouth, so I started really sucking on him hard. I ran my tongue all over his dick, and I let him press the head of his knob against the back of my throat, which was choking me, but I was managing it. And then I heard him start making these pathetic little sobs, and I felt his dick throbbing inside my mouth, and I felt his hot cum shooting out against the back of my throat and sliding down, and as I continued sucking on his diminishing member, I began to enjoy the flavor of his ejaculate. Meanwhile my asshole was clutching Rocco's rod, like it never wanted it to leave. It felt so damned good. And I really liked Rocco. From the very first time we met, I liked Rocco, and I was hoping I was making him feel as good as he was making me feel, and I used all the muscles inside my rectum to caress his rigid length. "You want me to come inside your asshole, baby? You want Daddy's hot load?" "Yes," I screamed, my mouth now free of cock. "I want Daddy's hot load." "Give him what he wants," yelled Priscilla from the foot of the bed. "Give him your hot load." And with that encouragement, Rocco started sawing in and out like mad, and my ass accompanied every thrust and stab he made. I felt Rocco go into his short shoves, and I was glad I was able to give him my full attention as he sent his hot seed deep into my belly. This was so great. I realized this was even better than my original plan of watching them screwing Priscilla. They were screwing me, which was much more exciting. She was just a voyeur. I was getting all the attention. "I want to have that sweet ass again soon, baby. Promise me. Promise Rocco." "I promise," I promised as I sadly felt his length withdrawing from deep within me, and as he climbed off me I felt a slight chill on my back. I would either need a blanket or another body on top of me. I was getting another body. It was Jesse. His colorful tattoo covered arms wrapped around my chest as he lay on my back and asscheeks, and his penis went into my well-fucked hole. At the same time I felt another cock stabbing at my lips. I looked up and it was Igor. I opened my mouth for him, and it went in. It tasted exactly like vodka. Maybe moonshine vodka. Maybe his semen would intoxicate me. "Take my dick, you fucking faggot," said Jesse. I guess he liked making me feel inferior. But I didn't feel inferior, I felt excited. I wanted him to keep talking dirty to me. This was really thrilling. "What a hot tight little asshole this faggot has," crooned Jesse, grinding himself into me, and I loved it. I wanted more. More. I decided to give him the best fuck he had ever had, even when he was in prison. He was moaning and groaning into my ear. I wished that I were facing him, so I could see all his beautiful inked colors as he was screwing my ass. But I had to devote more attention to Igor who was stroking his dick into my mouth, so I started to really suck and tongue him and he started to moan and groan also. I was giving incredible pleasure to two men at once. I felt the two of them approaching their climax almost simultaneously. I had Jesse's cream filling my bottom passage where it joined Ernie's and Rocco's. I had the cum of three men inside me. Wow! And that was only down there. I had already swallowed Rupert's load, and I was at this moment getting Igor's. You ask me how it tasted? Was it like an expensive cocktail? All I can say is that it only needed an olive. I thought I was finished until I looked up and saw a tiny elfin face smiling at me. He was crawling over me. I twisted my head around to get a look at the fearsome Finky. Holy Hannah! I had never seen anything like that except maybe in a freak show. No wonder most women couldn't take him. They couldn't take him in their roomy cunts, and now he wanted to put it into my tiny assshole? No way! I would end up in the hospital. I tried to struggle but they all held me down. "Come on, now," said Rocco. "Finky's gotta get his turn. Be a good little boy and don't put up a fuss." When Rocco said that, I quieted down. I somehow knew that he wouldn't let Finky hurt me, and that if it wouldn't go in, he wouldn't let Finky force it. But it started to go in and it continued to go in and it continued to go in, and yes it hurt a little, but if I turned a little, yes, that was a little better and it was going so high up me. If his dick had had a little camera on it, it could have been a colonoscopy, it was so deep.