2 comments/ 69808 views/ 9 favorites Fantasies Can Become Reality By: adele.darkstar Once again I'm indebted to midnightfalcon for his assistance in putting my ideas in to words, and generally being very supportive of my contributions on the site. ************************ My husband was in England for the week and last night he called and told me he had offered a buddy from school to stay at our place. All he would say is that he was very special. It wasn't a major inconvenience but I was a little upset that I had no real warning. Apparently he would only be staying the night so I wasn't terribly upset. The next morning he called on the phone to confirm that it was all right, he told me he would be over about five and he suggested that we go out to dinner together. That was great, I thought, but that wasn't the best of it. When you showed up I felt my heart do a double beat. I wasn't expecting anyone like you. My husband never mentioned anyone in his past named George, much less how handsome you were. I showed you to the guest room and you stowed your luggage while I went to the kitchen to make us drinks. We had time to kill before our reserved dinner time and we sat in the living room and chatted a bit. When you mentioned the restaurant you had made reservations at, I knew I would have to change clothes. It was very chic, and required something special in the way of evening attire. Two drinks later I was feeling very friendly and quite frankly, a bit too cozy with you. Well I guess it would best be described as a flirtatious sort of cozy. To add to my interest in you, I must confess, I had was developing an unusual infatuation with that package bulging in the front of your rather snug slacks. From the size of it I assumed that it was something you must be very proud of. When it came time to change, I excused myself and went to my bedroom. That's when I got this crazy idea. I was going to spend the evening with you and I was going to tease you unmercifully. That's why I dressed the way I did. A mini skirt that was so snug that it had a slit down the side so I could walk in it. I had this sexy set of lingerie that was a simply adorable. A pale blue lace shelf bra, matching garter belt with lace thongs, and matching, very pale light blue net stockings. I decided against wearing the thong. Probably hoping for the opportunity to give you a glimpse of what my body held in store. Adding four inch spike heel shoes to my outfit and I was ready to go. You had changed into a cream colored dinner jacket and black tie and snug trousers that almost appeared to be made of spandex. We were quite a dashing couple. You called for the cab and we were off. By now I was fighting the temptation to put my hand on your arm, or on your thigh. As we chatted about nothing in particular on the way, something in my mind kept bringing me back to that imagined I had pictured of you standing nude before me in some dimly lit room, and saying something to me in your seductive voice. In my imagination you would be walking towards me, intent on throwing me down and fucking me. Unfortunately I had omitted the thong of my ensemble and now my pussy had become uncomfortably damp and was beginning to make my thighs a bit sticky. Sexy suggestive thoughts are my weakness and this often happens. As we entered the restaurant I met a casual lady friend of mine and as we passed she paused to look at you and asked me. Oh mon Adèle, il est si beau. Avez-vous pris un amoureux? I had to politely tell her no; George is just a friend of my husband who asked me out to dinner. I almost blurted out that you were staying the night at my place though, just to peak her appetite, but I kept quiet. I had narrowly escaped her trap. But now my thoughts became more intimate and when the piano player began playing background dinner music, I let my mind fantasize. Sometime during dinner our hands closed over one another's atop the table, and I found myself squeezing yours. We ate a bit more and now feeling the wine take effect, I dared put my hand on your knee. That must have been taken up as a minor invitation because soon you had your hand on my exposed thigh. I was playing a dangerous game but it was a game that I thought I could control. I smiled at you when your hand moved up my leg higher and I waited as you paused almost as if seeking my reaction. I answered by sliding my hand up from your knee to your crotch. Finally when I rocked my ass invitingly, you again moved it a bit further, but now your fingers crept down the soft inner surface of my thigh and made contact with my weeping pussy. I lost my smile and stared blankly at you. The sensation was overpowering me and I opened my mouth to draw a breath. My nostrils flared, and I realized that I had to be satisfied tonight. Like sweet candy, a little is never enough. I became more brazen and moved my hand to assure myself that you were as excited as I was. Clutching the fabric of your trousers I was amazed at what I had created. Now my eyes moved to yours invitingly...suggestively promising that I had more to offer. You looked at me quizzically and asked: "Do you have any idea where this is going to lead Adele? You have me panting right now and if you keep that up I'm going to throw you on the floor right here." I smiled and answered..."Now that's something I would welcome, but here, on this cold floor with all these people watching. Do you dare that?" If I had you hot, you had no idea what I was going through. It was getting late and I wanted you home with me. It was about ten that evening when we returned and opened a bottle of champagne. That always makes me a bit heady but I had a purpose. I wanted to remove any remaining hesitations I may have had about what I intended to happen. I put on some CD's and I invited you to come with me. The night was warm so we danced just outside the patio doors. Your first kiss on the cheek led to another on my lips but you didn't let it go much further. It was a friendly not very intimate sort of kiss. I sensed that you wanted more but that you were trying to stay in control. I had to break you. Now I began dancing closer than would probably be call discrete, and I was really getting wet again. I think you were becoming embarrassingly aroused at that point and it was working on me too. I could feel your cock growing as I forced my thigh between your legs and I was actually arousing myself rubbing my pussy against your leg. You had already discarded your jacket and tie and I reached up and undid the top three buttons of your shirt. For some reason, I dared slide my hand in and across your bare chest. I felt you momentarily pause as if I had done something wrong. Then you backed off and asked: "Would you like another glass of wine? I need to take a break or I'm going to throw you down and screw the hell out of you if this keeps up." I was disappointed, but maybe it was best. I was getting very aroused at that point, and as you returned with two glasses, I couldn't tear my eyes from the obvious bulge in your pants. I ran my tongue suggestively around my lips, wanting you to notice my interest, but you only stared into my eyes. Were you reading my mind? Could you see my hunger? The wine was making me more brazen and now my little game was more than just that. I wanted to go further. That's when I asked..."what would you do if I told you that I was getting very horny and really wet? Do you think we should go in and discuss our choices?" You nodded and we moved into the living room and I lowered the lights. I claimed to be very warm and asked if you would mind if I got more comfortable. I had already discarded my shoes. They had been impossible to dance in. You smiled and answered with a question. "Just how comfortable do you mean?" I opened my blouse and reached down and unfastened my bra. My breasts were now fully exposed and left no doubt as to how comfortable I meant. Again you smiled and sort of whispered. "Oh that comfortable."... We were sitting on the sofa, only inches apart, when I again put my hand on your upper thigh. "Don't you think it would be better if we let that thing out for a breath of fresh air?" Not waiting for an answer, I tugged your belt and released it. Then unzipped your fly and slid my hand in. You leaned over and held my cheeks in your palms and pressed your lips to mine. Now there was no denying our kiss. It was deep and with our mouths open, we let our tongues duel. My hand was clutching your cock but still I hadn't had a chance to look down. My mind was whirling. I thought to myself...".I can stop if I want. I won't let it go too far. I can control myself." But when our kiss ended and you head bowed, I took a deep breath. I knew what was going to happen and I leaned slightly back and forced my bare breasts up. Your hot breath gave notice that you were going to take my nipple in your mouth, and as your lips closed over its taunt and swollen surface, I let out a little gasp. I pulled your face to my breast even tighter, and I felt your teeth gently raking my nipple. I tossed my head back and allowed my hand to slide up the length of your erect cock. I paused, suddenly realizing what I was doing, and I did the unthinkable. I pushed you away and asked for another glass of wine. I had to catch my breath and get control again. I was panting by now and you gave me pause while you went to fetch our drinks. I had to mentally giggle a bit when I saw you return. I had unzipped your fly and belt and your trousers began to drop. You couldn't stop and pull them up because you held the two glasses. By the time you were in front of me, your trousers were hobbling your legs and now I got a real good look at your cock. You took your seat next to me again and we said nothing. I was regrouping my thoughts and fighting for control, but with you sitting there and your cock so available I couldn't resist. With one hand on your chest, holding you at bay, my other hand reached out and clutched your thick shaft, then began sliding my fingers up and down its length. It was unbelievable. So thick and long. It was like nothing I had ever held or even seen before. There was no softness; it was just rigid and hard. Not supple or soft as my husband's, but so turgid and immense that I couldn't keep my eyes off what I was holding. I had to ask.... "You're proud of this aren't you?" You just smiled, knowing what I as insinuating, and answered. "Well, now that you have me up and ready for something more, what do you think?" I tore my eyes away and looked into your eyes and heard my own voice ask... "Undress all the way for me...Please? Would you? There's just you and me and ....well, I just want to see all of you. Take your shirt off too."......My voice trailed off as you unbuttoned the remaining closures and shrugged out of it. I got up and unzipped my skirt and undid my blouse. Now I sat there in just my garter belt, bra and lace hose. My pussy was completely exposed and when you turned to face me, I couldn't help but gasp. "Magnifique." With each passing moment you seemed to get larger. Although you stood several feet in front of me I fought a losing battle. I wanted to have it. I wanted to hold it and I wanted you to hold me, and I was losing control. I thought we might just pet and be able to stop ourselves, and though that was my plan in the beginning, it had changed somewhat. I reached out and you sat down next to me. You leaned over for another kiss and as our lips met, I reached for your cock and grasped it. I held it in my hand, my fingers barely meeting the base of my thumb. My instinct was to put it in my mouth and suck, sliding my pursed lips up and down, seeing how much I could take, but your hand began by fondling and massaging my breast. Shortly it was replaced with your lips and your hand moved down to my willing pussy. You began to caress it. I had my free arm around the back of your head as you began to suckle me. The sensations melded together. Those of your mouth on my breast and those of your hand stroking my pussy. I began to moan softly. I was being seduced and I was helpless to stop you. I wanted it, but I knew I was out of control. Each moment I lost ground. The things you were doing to me were overpowering my will to stop. The game was over. I was squeezing your cock, and now my hand was coated with your precum. My slippery fingers slid the full length from its base up to, and over its head. I was milking it, wanking it slowly, as you continued to massage my puffy, swollen pussy, and then I felt your fingers enter. My mind said "NO," but my body screamed "YES." It was a struggle and I was losing it. I had your cock in my hand and I was jerking you off, ever so slowly, while you were bringing me closer and closer to a climax. "Mmmm you taste good Adele. Is this what you expected? Did you expect me to play your game and be able to walk away? No my seductive little princess, you're going to go all the way and nothing will stop me. Now you're my little slut, my little toy for the evening, Adele." Perhaps I thought that if I did something different I could save myself, but my choice of a diversion was not a good one. I twisted my body so I lay full length on the sofa and tugged your cock to my mouth. I intended to suck you off, while I got control, but now you lay next to me in a sixty nine sort of position, and you took advantage of it. I had your huge cock in my mouth. A sort of pacifier, if you will, but now I felt your fingers between my thighs and they were creeping within the puffy outer lips of my womanhood. That's when I felt the sticky wet membranes being parted, and your hot breath. I went frantic. You began lapping up and down, pausing now and then to stab your rolled tongue deep inside my pussy. Sometimes drawing wet circles around and over my clit, and I would shudder each time you drew your warm tongue over it, lapping at it. When your fingers began probing inside me I couldn't stop myself any longer. What I had started, had gotten out of control, and I didn't want you to stop. Your mouth and lips pursed and sucked on my clit. Your two or three fingers were deep inside and your wrist was rocking rapidly back and forth. My pussy was making salacious wet slurping sounds and I was getting closer and closer to my end. Your fingers curled and spread. They sought and found my g spot and your index finger began massaging it until I thought I would scream aloud. I thought, perhaps we could be satisfied if I made you finish with my mouth and I let myself go in yours, but no matter what I did I couldn't be distracted from what I was feeling. I just let my body surrender, and when it took over, I began to shudder and make embarrassing moaning gasps of satisfaction. I orgasmed, crying your name aloud. "George........ Oh my God George. Keep going. I want it. I need it. Oh my god darling, don't stop." I quaked and my legs spread wide then clamped together tight, trapping your head. And still you continued using your mouth and fingers to abuse my pussy. I thought it would end there, but still you kept it up and I was determined to make you finish too. Even if it meant taking you in my mouth and sucking you off and swallowing, but I couldn't concentrate on what I was trying to do any longer. Something in my mind snapped and I knew we were going to consummate our love making tonight. I wanted you to have me completely. I released your cock and gasped. "Oh god George. Don't stop! Keep going....it's close now. Keep going, more, it's coming now.... Yes, oh god YES! Keep going until it's over!" I barely had finished and yet you kept going and I still wasn't completely satisfied. The room filled with the musky scent of my weeping pussy. You continued to lap at me and I could hear the distinct sounds of you sucking the petals and folds within. You would suck on them and then release them momentarily, only to again suck them into your mouth. You were breathing the scent of my hot pussy and devouring me. "Put it in. We need each other tonight. For the love of god put it in me and fuck me! I really want it. I have to feel your cock moving in me. I want to be your slut tonight!" You hesitated before pausing and standing. In the dim light I stared up longingly at your strong body and at the shaft wavering erect and menacingly above the heavy sack of your balls. I discarded my bra and corset and you helped me take off my stockings. Now you picked me up and carried me to the spare bedroom and lay me down. This room was pitch black and I never knew what was going to happen from moment to moment. I felt the bed move and I responded by spreading my legs wide in expatiation, and waited. I heard you breathing hard and then your warm strong hands found my ankles and you lifted my legs up and folded them up over my shoulders. I reached up and ran my hand down your broad chest and then held myself up, and open. I felt your knees touch the globular cheeks of my ass, then the sensation of your cock probing the slippery valley of my pussy. "Last chance my pretty little slut. Tell me to stop now or tell me to fuck this tight little pussy of yours. Tell me which. Come on say it!" I practically screamed my need. "Put it in and fuck me. I want cock. I want your cock. I want to feel it sliding in and out and I want to cum for you. I want to take all of it and be your whore. Give it to me!" No answer but there was a pause, and then I felt the pressure. Suddenly I was being entered. The inner lips of my pussy were stretched apart and something soft, but very large, was being forced in. I let out a moan of satisfaction and breathlessly gasped: "Yesss, deep like that. More... give it all to me. Like that...Keep going, I love it. Oh god George I want you to fuck me forever like this." I let my knees spread apart even further, offering less resistance, but still that wasn't wide enough, to blunt the sensation of being stretched apart. I held my breath and then felt you pause. You were trying to be gentle, but even at that, I knew you were splitting me apart and filling the void with your cock. You made your way in. Each gentle nudge gained inches, until finally I felt your balls pressed against my ass. I never felt so full in all my life, and then we began. It almost felt as if a vacuum were created each time you drew six or seven inches out before returning your shaft to where it now belonged. In the darkness the room began to resound with noises of our love making. Softly I moaned, and the soft thump- shush, thump- shush, as you drove your cock deep, pounding against my ass with your thighs. Then I felt it begin. I held my breath as long as I could, feeling it build until waves of ecstatic sensations rocked my pussy. My tummy began to ripple as I contracted. My legs shot up and out as I unfolded, and my body bent forward. My arms wavered in the dark seeking to grab onto you. Finding your shoulders, my hands formed talons and dug in as wave after wave of sensations swept thru my body. My mouth opened to moan your name... "George...... Oh God George.........What's happening? I'm Commmminnnngggggg again and again. Oh dear god, don't stop..... Don't ever stop fucking me! Keep...Going! Give it to me! Give me spunk, George shoot your spunk in my pussy. Give me spunk, I want it. Give it to me in my tight little pussy! Don't pull out, Oh yeah fill me up. Give it to me. Oh yeah, yeah, yeah I like that baby. I love it. Give me that spunk, give it to me. Oh yeah....Coming, coming...coming again." You kept pounding that cock in and out until finally your voice joined mine. "Adele...God you're tight I can't stop it. Adele, my little slut I'm going to cum! ... Oh baby here it comes. I can't hold back any longer." I was afraid you might pull out, and I couldn't stand that. "Keep it in me. Don't take it away. I want to feel it. Let it go George. I want it now. Fill me up with your spunk honey. Give it to me." Fantasies Can Become Reality To hold you in deep. I suddenly swung my legs around your waist and locked my ankles. I lurched forward humping on your cock while holding your hot body against my breasts. My mouth came to your ear, but I couldn't form my words, so I let my face turn, and I bit down on your shoulder as hard as possible. It was the only way I could think of to stifle my sobs. I was beyond myself. We hugged our bodies together in the dark, slowly rocking back and forth, and I continued to make little thrusts, trying to keep the sensations going... I have never had an orgasm that lasted so long or was so intense in all my life. That night we never left one another. We fell asleep with me lying atop of you, and your cock still buried deep within my pussy. Just before the break of dawn I found you lying next to me. I put my hand on your hip and rolled you onto your back. You barely stirred. I looked at your sleeping face and thought, "Don't go away. If you do, I won't be able to relive what we had last night. Oh god baby come back to me." I'm no expert at sucking a man's cock, but for some strange reason I felt that we were so compatible that anything I did to you was right. I reached out and slowly began fondling your balls. That caused your cock to begin to twitch and expand. No woman in the world could resist. I bent over and drew your cock to my lips and holding it just within my mouth, began to swirl my tongue slowly around its bulbous head. Almost immediately my mouth was filled with your, almost tasteless, precum... My hair had fallen and now formed a curtain over my face. You had awakened and I felt your hand running thru my hair and your fingers combed the nape of my neck, sending chills through my body. My excitement grew. I only would have you until tomorrow and I wanted to make memories. Memories that I could call up when I am lonesome and pensive. Times when I need to masturbate and I can use to excite me. I needed to hear your voice tell me you were falling in love with me. Telling me that I was the best lover you have ever had. That I was your slut. I wanted to satisfy you and hear you sob my name and I wanted to feel your balls tuck tightly against your loins as you explode in my mouth. The room still reeked of last night's lovemaking and the sheets were covered with patches of dried spunk and my feminine wetness, but at this moment I couldn't have cared less. I wanted your spunk and I wanted to make you surrender to my mouth. I bobbed my head up and down, making slurping sounds and I felt you become even more ridged. Then finally you spoke... "Adele...Princess... I'm getting close. Adele? Don't...I...I can't stop if you keep doing that." Hearing that, I could never ever have stopped. That was exactly what I wanted to hear, but you reached over and grabbed my left leg and pulled me over you. My body lay upon you and though I continued to suck your cock, a new thrill coursed thru me. You had my gooy pussy just over your mouth and I felt your hands move to clutch the cheeks of my bum. I surrendered. Now supported on my knees, I lowered my pussy so it hovered mere inches above your mouth. Then you did something unexpected. You slid your palms to the cleft of my ass and inserted your index finger into the tight little, star-like, bud. I paused for a second and let the erotic sensations bring a flush to my entire body. You're excitement was carrying over to me and I worked more feverishly to force you to cum in my mouth. Today I wanted to do something I rarely did even with my husband. I wanted to drink you. To know that you would be nourishing me and that another memory would be added. The taste of my lover. I couldn't stand it. Feeling your hot mouth covering my pussy, your finger twisting and turning, moving in and out of my ass and your tongue searching each crack and cranny of my pussy finally overpowered me, and again I lifted off your cock and cried out. "Oh yes, yes, yeah...I like that. Oh god...I do, I do love it". Then startlingly, I felt your body stiffen and you gasped... "My sweet little slut.... I'm going to come. Adele? Adele I can't stop myself. Here it comes!" Whoever thought that spunk could be considered an aphrodisiac? I swear that as soon as the first jet of spunk splattered at the back of my throat, I lost all control. I never ever in my whole life ejaculated, but suddenly it happened. Everything let loose and in those few seconds we both fed each other. I wasn't quite sure what had happened. For you it seemed so natural, but for me it was a first. I listened to you sucking as I gulped you down, then I began to ask. "Do you like that George? Oh god I'm sorry. I never did that before. Don't hate me. I don't know what happened. It was too intense." I expected you to say something but all you did was keep on lapping at my pussy and I actually began to cry. Tears ran down my cheeks and for some reason I was sobbing. You had ruined me and seemed delighted at what you had made me do. I wavered between awe and this immense satisfaction at what we had done to each other. Finally I rolled off and we lay there and kissed. I had never tasted myself that way. It was new to me. Oh I had often licked my fingers while masturbating and even licked and sucked on my vibrator but this was different...I had the lingering scent and taste of your spunk on my breath and in my mouth. You had the very intimate taste of me lingering on your lips. I suddenly was terrified at losing you. I wanted to cling and wallow in the fold of your arms and feel your heartbeat pulsing against my breasts. Finally, without saying a word, we broke our embrace and went to shower. We showered together and with my body covered with soapy lather, you held me against the wall while I placed the head of your manhood back into my waiting pussy. Not more than three minutes later I had my arms around your neck and had lifted my legs up and locked them around you waist, as you brought me thru another series of mind shattering orgasms. Flushed and totally spent, we toweled off and dressed. Now we had returned to the mundane reality of everyday life and our behavior changed. We took shy glances at each other but I had to ask a question and it was upsetting me. Finally I felt tears whelm up in my eyes and I threw my arms around your neck and sobbed... "Will we ever meet again George? I know it's wrong, but I know I won't ever be the same after last night and this morning, but will I ever?" You just smiled as if you knew some secret that you were keeping from me. I stripped the bedding and opened the windows in the spare bedroom. Even this morning the room still reeked of sex. I sighed and put the bedding in the washer and watched as the last signs of our lovemaking were washed away. You had gone to town to do some shopping. I puttered around straightening up the house and wondered....Would we spend tonight making love again. Did I please you? Around four I waited for my husband's call but an hour later it still hadn't come. You returned with a rather large package and took a bottle and some paraphernalia out and put it on the kitchen counter. It was a bottle of absinthe, a spoon with slits in it, three glasses of unusual shape and a box of sugar cubes. I didn't ask about it, mostly because I was anxious to be with you. Then I heard the door unlock and my husband, Tony, walked in. I was suddenly afraid. Though he couldn't know what I had done, I still felt guilty. We went thru the ritual of a kiss and hug and he gave me a present he had purchased in England. The air was tense and I couldn't act casual. He greeted George with a simple, "well mate, how has she been treating you?" I held my breath. George looked at my hubby and smiling, he replied. She's quite a woman. We had a nice dinner last evening and she carries on quite an interesting conversation. She's very pleasant to be with....really." "So you two seem to hit it off well?" "Very well. She is a trophy wife just as you told me she was. She's a keeper in every way." I had stopped breathing. He hadn't let on to anything and now I felt a bit more secure that he would keep quiet about our little indiscretion. I served a light supper and George showed us how to make the original Absinthe drinks. Now I sat there, rather blasé and listened to the two men chat. That's when my hubby turned to me and asked: "Is he the one?" I looked puzzled, but he went on. "Do you think he's the special one that you said you would like to have join in doing that special fantasy of yours?" I was mortified and just nodded, yes. I thought, "Now it was going to come out," and I turned beet red. That's when my husband turned to George and explained. "She is fantastic in bed mate, and I suspect that by now you know that. Or at least I hope you do, but she has had this sort of fantasy that she would like to find the right person to do DP with, and I know you and I were pretty good at that in our younger days sooo...you up to it?" You swung your head to me for approval I think, and I just held my hands folded in my lap and nodded...yes. Tony leaned back and his eyes moved back and forth from you then to me. He was trying to read us, and I really don't think at that point he was sure whether we had already fucked or not, but his suspicion was obvious. Tony never seemed to include me in his conversation with you. He began reminiscing about your past conquests and how the girls would squeal and all sorts of things. I just listened and got wetter and wetter. Then Tony turned to me and stated: "George here is really hung, or do you already know that?" He was fishing...I have never been a very good liar so I just nodded yes and Tony smiled before asking. "Do you think you'd like his cock in your tight little ass Adele?" I didn't want to answer but I almost had to blurt out: "Could it be you? I, think maybe he might be too big." That was an admission that he couldn't miss picking up on. Then Tony returned to his questioning of you..."Wasn't she as good as I said? Did she suck you off Mate?" You nodded "yes" But now you noticed my discomfort and began to get back at Tony. How about Sarah, Tony? Was she a good ride? I know she used to be. Still just as flirty I imagine." Tony smiled but now he was on the defensive. You had known all along that Tony was cheating on me and now it was out. Strangely, that seemed to make our lovemaking last night justified. I was proud that I had been your slut and I wanted to brag about how good you were but thought better of it. He was embarrassing you just as much as me. I was being ragged and he was using you to get to me. I was holding my tongue but becoming more excited by the moment. Tony decided he had gone a bit too far in the questioning and didn't seem to want to risk your questions going further. He would probably tell you everything in private, but not in front of me. So he reverted back to my fantasy and the fact that I wanted the two of you to satisfy my needs. Tony stared at the two of us and went on. "Good then its settled. Let's have another drink before we begin." Then he turned to me and stated... "You know Adele, we're going to have to do a little preparation before we begin. You know...pretty up and all ... and you're going to have to get two very horny men prepared in your own special way." I nodded that I understood, and actually my mouth watered at the thought of sucking the two of you off. I was so flustered that I looked questioningly at my husband. Did he mean right here in the living room? Now? with the lights on? My heart was in my throat. I looked at you, pleading with my eyes to help me. I wanted the two of you, yes, but now that it was about to happen I was frightened. I think you saw the fright in my eyes and came over. Squatting in front of me you put your hand on mine. "Adele, you don't have to... It was just an offer...Calm down...If we share you it will be on your terms." You turned to Tony for his approval but he just smiled and explained. "She has discussed this hundreds of times as we lay in bed together. But it always ended because she kept telling me she couldn't select the man whom she wanted to have join us. So now she has finally met you and said yes, you're the one. You must have been really special with her while I was away." I resented the way he said that. It made me feel like a whore and though it might be true, it just came out wrong. The look in your eyes mirrored my thoughts, and hurt. Tony brought us more drinks and the subject changed to world events and soccer. But looking from him to you I began to imagine what we would be doing and I began to breathe through my mouth, almost panting in anticipation. Finally I caught my husband's eye. He could see my anxiety and just nodded. That meant that I was dismissed and should go to the bedroom. Once there I couldn't just stand nude waiting for the two of you. I had to have something sexy and slutty on when you came for me. I knew what Tony thought sexy, but not you. I looked thru the closet and decided on a red vixen outfit I had purchased months ago and never worn. It consisted of a red lace garter belt and crotchless thong that exposed both my pussy and my ass. I selected red fishnet stockings. It came with a red see through bra that hid absolutely nothing. I laid them out on the bed as I searched for my five inch red spikes. I was a slut and my husband and his very close friend, my new lover, were going to fulfill one of my most cherished fantasies. I went to the dressing room and bathed. Then sitting on the bidet I felt the warm water jet up and tilting forward, I let it flush against my parted pussy lips. I could have cum at that instant but fought for control and drying myself, went back to the bedroom and got into my outfit. Applying dark eye shadow and garish red lipstick I surveyed myself in the full length mirror behind the door. My god, I thought. I can't look any trampier than this even if I knew how. I lowered the lights and tried to be patient. Thoughts ran thru my mind. Was everything perfect? Did I have the oil and toys within easy reach if they were needed? How would we do this? Apparently Tony and George had done this any number of times but I wasn't quite sure. Finally I couldn't wait any longer and went down the hallway in defiance of Tony. He was deliberately making me wait and anticipate what the two of you were going to do with me. I quietly entered the room. I was two steps inside when the both of you turned to look at me. Tony's mouth dropped open in amazement. He had never seen me in this outfit. Dressed so suggestively and exposed. His head swiveled to watch your reaction. You had this sort of sneaky smile on your face as if you knew what I wanted. You turned away from Tony and now faced me. I put my hands on my hips and slinked towards you, swaying my hips provocatively. Then I looked up into your eyes and then down at the tent forming below. I put my hands on your chest and slowly dragged them down as my knees folded until I knelt before you. I unfastened your belt and unzipped your fly, as I had done last night and my hand slip inside. Finding your dick I drew it out. It was already firm but Tony must have been impressed too because he watched in fascination as I placed the huge bulbous head between my lips and began making those contented sounds... "Mmmmm...mmmmmm." He was standing to one side so he could see how large I had made you, and he watched my head bob back and forth. I didn't see him unfasten his trousers and step out of them. Nor did I see him begin to stroke his cock as he watched me sucking you off. You stood still almost afraid to move or say anything but when I reach under your dick and began rolling your balls and continued to let out these contented moans you finally reacted. I felt your hand atop my head and your hips began to sway slightly, thrusting your huge shaft in and out of my mouth. I knew I was taking more of your cock down my throat than I had ever dared do with Tony and that gave me this sense of power. I was showing off for both of you, and I heard Tony gasp... "Oh my god Adele. That's so perfect. Suck him honey...get that pecker up good and hard." I didn't need any urging. The crotchless thong permitted my own pussy juices to slowly form droplets of my own excitement, and slowly flow down the inside of my thigh. Suddenly Tony was standing next to us. I knew what he wanted. I turned my head and took his dick into my mouth and began servicing him as well. He had motioned to you and as I sucked my husband I heard you undressing. Releasing him I returned to you. Tony looked down and drew a breath. "I know why now. He's even larger than I remember." I sucked your dick while Tony took off his shirt. Now both my men were nude and as the two of you stood side by side I swung my open mouth back and forth from one cock to the other. Tony suddenly was gone. I devoted full time now to your dick until he returned. He took my arm and had me stand up. I was flushed and breathing hard. He kissed me passionately and handed a vial of oil to you. Then he went to the sofa and sat down, legs spread and patted his balls. I knew what to do. Then Tony told me to take off my bra and thong. He loved to see me in just fishnet stockings and high heel spikes. He said that the heels shaped my legs so perfectly that I was often forced to go out in public wearing them. I knelt on all fours between his legs and began to lap at his balls and up the entire length of his shaft. You were behind me now and I felt your fingers spreading my arse's cheeks. Then your mouth and lips were doing things to my bum. Your tongue was wiggling around the tan rosebud of a star and I felt myself going limp. For long minutes that continued and I was having a problem with Tony. He wanted to cum but I knew he wouldn't be able to finish what we had planned. I had to stop him from finishing. For a brief moment I had a fright. "Were you going to take my ass? Tony had promised. He knew you were too big. Were you just helping him prepare me for his cock?" As you continued I felt saliva flood my mouth and I had to pull off my husband and jerk him slowly trying to keep him under control and yet not let him spunk yet. Now there was a brief moment when your mouth vanished and my bum was left alone but for only a few seconds. You had fetched the oil and now I was being stroked and where your tongue had been seconds earlier, now your finger was. Warm and very oily it began stroking and soon it was comfortably within the tight collar of my arse. I actually began rocking back on my knees, urging it to go deeper. Suddenly another finger joined the first and I moaned aloud. Tony looked down at the expression of erotic satisfaction on my face and then spoke to no one in particular. "Ready?" You answered... "Just about. She's getting used to it." Your fingers, god knows how many at that point, were doing things inside my butt that I had never felt before. My face was flushed and I thought..."If ever I can cum this way, now is that moment." Then your fingers slid out and you helped me stand. You spun me around so I stood facing you and Tony reached up and held me by my waist and had me sit on his lap, but it wasn't exactly on his lap. His erect dick slid down the slit of my arse and finding his target, he drew me down. I felt him enter the well oiled collar of my bum and I knew we were on the way to fulfilling a fantasy. Now impaled on my husband's cock, he reached up and cupped my breasts, drawing me back so I was resting on his chest. His mouth was close to my ear and he was breathing hard. He began to gently thrust in and out of me, but then it was you who advanced with your thick long dick held at the base. You were the one who would be fucking my pussy. Fantasies Can Become Reality Tony spoke to you. "Ready mate? Slide it in. She's damn tight I'll tell you." You answered. "I know my friend, I know ever so well." Suddenly I felt you. The curvature of your cock was designed to satisfy me. It followed the slippery tunnel that led to my womb and you seemed to stretch me ever more than the night before. In my mind's eye, I could see what my pussy was feeling. Eight inches of your dick was making its way into me, and as it went in, it drew my swollen clit along with it. Tony had my breasts captive. He was doing his favorite thing, using his fingers to tug and pinch my nipples. You leaned slightly over us. My hands and arms were free and I reached up to clutch at your biceps then you both began. At first it was like a syncopated thrust and withdrawal. You moved as if it had been rehearsed. As Tony thrust his dick into my arse, you drew out of my pussy, then it worked the other way. I held onto your arms for support as I felt it building. I stared at your face with half closed eyes and felt the marvelous rhythm of you both fucking me. In and out, in and out, and the feelings became overpowering. Tony was grunting as he shoved his dick in deep, lifting my ass up slightly as if presenting my pussy to you. I began to feel giddy and now the tempo increased. Both of you were working your peckers in and out of my body and I was swaying up and down. Tony began to break the tempo by suddenly sending his cock in and out of my arse in a staccato of quick stroked before returning to the more methodical tempo. You stared down into my face and I gazed up at you, my newfound lover. I silently voiced a phrase using my lips for you to see. "I love you. I really do." It was an admission that I never thought I would reveal, but you couldn't respond, Tony would have known. Then it began to be too overpowering. The sensations ballooned, and I drew deep breaths and began to gasp. "Oh yeah, fill me up. Fill my pussy up. Tony...fuck my ass! Give it to me. Yes, oh yes I like it like this. Oh yes, yes, yes, yesss. I'm going to come." You stared down at my face with a deep look of concentration. You were feeling to too. You began stroking stronger, pulling out further than before, then driving your hard dick back in. My nails dug into your biceps and my mouth opened to cry out, when Tony moaned in my ear. "George, I'm going to spunk in her arse. Going to give her my load. Take over for me. Don't stop. She wants it more." When I heard Tony tell you he was finishing I couldn't stop myself. I opened my eyes wide as if daring you, and blurted out. "Give it to me. Give me that spunk. I love it. Give it to me. Fuck my ass, fuck my pussy. Oh god it's coming again. George...Oh god George I'm coming, coming again. Now Oh yeah my lover, give it to me, fill me up!" As if on command you leaned further forward, almost as if to kiss me and your shaft began to shudder deep inside me. You whispered, so low that Tony could never have heard. "Take it...It's yours. Feel it? I'm feeding your hot juicy pussy my spunk.....Take it my lover." Tony held perfectly still as you and I finished together. The three of us lay there. I was gasping for breath. You had me sandwiched between you and I could feel your dick slowly twitching deep inside me. For my part I just let myself go. I felt it happening but when I heard my voice yelling to you that I was coming, it wasn't my voice pleading to you. It was some slut using gutter English. "Fuck my twat, shoot it in my cunt. I want it! I want to feel it George. Give me all of it, fill me with it." When I realized I had been pleading with you and not Tony, I was briefly ashamed but he had finished and we were still satisfying each other at that moment, so it didn't matter really. Finally Tony spoke. "The two of you are getting sort of heavy laying on me like this. Could we sort of get up and maybe give me some air?" I watched you grin and just before lifting up and pulling out, you put your lips to mine. I have never felt so close to two people in my whole life. My husband and my lover had shared me. You drew your cock out, unplugging the dammed up spunk you had spurted into my pussy. It gushed out and ran over my Tony's balls Sitting up, released Tony's cock and he was flooded with his spunk as well as yours, and the soft leather of the sofa was coated with the combination of both your loads. While I made drinks Tony used tissues to clean up the mess we had made. We sat there, embarrassingly nude, and not caring a bit about it. Tony stared at me in a rather adoring way and was obviously looking at my swollen and puffy pussy. I spread my legs teasingly and he smiled before picking up a napkin and reached out to wipe my twat. I was still oozing your cum. "Satisfied now my little whore?" he asked. "Oh god, yes Tony that was simply fantastic." Tony went on. "I didn't want to go on with this until earlier this evening when you confessed that you two had .......er. Gotten acquainted but I could tell by the way you looked at him, we had found the right man to give you your little fantasy. He was good for you wasn't he?" I looked at you and my face flushed. I held my hands in my lap and nodded, yes. I think you were a bit embarrassed too and when I dared lift my head and look at you, I was amazed to see that your dick was nearly at full tilt again. I suppose that was what prompted Tony to ask if you were good. That was when you stood and said good night. Picking up your clothes and shoes you left to shower. Tony and I chatted and I got a bit teary as I clung to him and gave him long deep kisses of thanks for his understanding. In the back of my mind something stirred. I was now so emotionally agitated that I reached down to see if my husband was again as aroused as my new found lover was, but Tony needed time to recover whereas, you never seemed to. We gathered the glasses and took them to the kitchen and turned out the lights. We bathed and crawled into bed and Tony began fondling me before dropping off to sleep. I was hyper. Just that brief bit of petting had my heart racing and I couldn't turn it off. I listened to Tony breathing deeply and my hand reached down to stroke my already primed pussy. My other hand was upon my breasts with fingers gently teasing my nipple to full erect thimbles of sensation. I thought....You'll be leaving in the morning and your right down the hall and you want me, I had seen you getting hard again. Just one more time, would I dare? I guess Tony either heard or felt my hand moving over my pussy under the sheet because he woke up and quietly lay there for a while before turning on his side and whispered to me. "You want him again don't you Adele?" I wanted to lie but I couldn't, so I said nothing. "He's probably hoping too. Go ahead, I understand. Stay with him tonight. I think I know how you must feel...Go on he's waiting." I threw myself on Tony and gave him a big kiss and whispered, "Thank you Tony, thank you for understanding." I had tears in my eyes but I had to go to you. I had to have you one last time so I quietly went to your room. I left the light in the hall turned off. Arriving at your room I quietly pushed the door open. The room was dark but the moon peeked from behind scuttling clouds and sweeping beams of moonlight outlined your body. You lay on your back; your forearm across your eyes shielded me from your vision. I wasn't sure you were asleep or if you were reliving the past two days in your mind. I was tempted to whisper your name aloud to see, but it didn't matter... If you were asleep I would awaken you and if awake I would save time. I silently moved to the bed and not daring to kneel on the bed, I dropped to my knees beside it. I silently leaned over your hips and gently lifted your dick to my lips. You stirred and whispered... "I waited Adele. I hoped and prayed that you would come." This wasn't the time to speak and I hushed you, whispering, Sssshhh. Moments later you were completely aroused and your shaft became ridged and unbending. For the first time I took it entirely down my throat, right up to your balls, and tried to swallow. I heard you gasp. I had never been able to do that before, but tonight was special. I could do anything I wanted, and tonight I wanted to be yours. Tony had sent me to you and he must have known what would happen. Another of my fantasies would become reality. I didn't want to stop but my jaws began to ache. I stood and crawling in bed with you, laid down beside you. Your arms folded around me and drew me close. I felt your hard shaft pressing against my thigh and I slid my arm down between us. We lay on our sides now, and it was simply a matter of spreading my legs apart. I rested my right leg over your hip and with a brief wiggle I had your shaft buried deep in me. We didn't move. Holding perfectly still your mouth closed on mine and we breathed as one. I nibbled on your lower lip as you began sucking my tongue into your mouth. I could feel your cock filling me and I deliberately began working my muscles so my pussy clutched your thick shaft. You whispered..... "Oh my god Adele...Where have you been all my life? I don't want to leave you." I had mixed feelings. I wanted to hear that, and yet it frightened me. I had an immediate need now and I didn't want to be distracted. My pussy was swollen and had been since our first love making over a day ago, and still I wanted more. It felt as if it were molded by some artisan to fit so perfectly within my body. It filled me and I knew that when we began, the sensation of that thick cylinder, massaging me deep inside, would have me sobbing for more. When we came up for air I pushed away slightly and bowing your head, I felt your lips on my nipple. The sensation sent chills thru my body and my pussy began to react uncontrollably. I heard myself moan and I couldn't stay still. My hips began to slowly thrust. No more than a fraction at a time, we began to join and slowly uncouple. Repeatedly.... Over and over the short slow movement worked magic. I groaned in your ear and kept panting. My arms flailed out, stroking your hip and searching for your arse I pulled it hard against my thighs. I was going to come at any moment and I quickly pressed my lips to yours, trying to stifle my cries. Quietly, softly, I spoke. "Oh my god George. Oh dear god that feels so good....George? George it's starting...Oh George...Fuck me. Make me come for you. Do you feel it? I do. It feels alive in me. George, help me...Do you like it? I do, oh god I do. Yes, oh yes, I like it baby. Give it to me! Oh yeah fill me up!" My face flushed, my breasts began to ache and my arms trembled as I began rocking your arse back and forth. Wanting to take more determined strokes, you held me close and rolled our coupled bodies over so now you were atop me. Now I was feeling the full force of your thrusting and I went insane. "Give me that spunk... Give it to me... Oh yeah, Coming, it's coming baby. Yeah, oh yeah, I like that baby. Fill me up. Ohmygod, Ohmygod do it now. Give it to me. Don't pull out." My arms moved rapidly from the top of your back, following your spine down to your bum and back up. I clawed at your body trying to drain you into me. When suddenly you realized that you were going to give me your load of spunk. Elation is a word that doesn't ever approach what I was feeling. This may be the last time I would have you, and I could never ever be as satisfied as I was when you said those words: "Princess, I'm going to finish in you now." Such a simple phrase, but for me it was almost as if you had promised me the world. I concentrated on feeling what was happening. I felt you quiver then pause. Next the low moans you made, filled the room and my heart. I let myself join you, and I knew my pussies juices were being mixed with your spunk and were overflowing my pulsating womanhood. You seemed shocked and held your dick inside me as you held your body up on rigidly outstretched arms and gazed down into my face. I had been prepared. I made you stay in me for a moment as I searched the bed for the tissues. Finding them I let you draw your cock out and I quickly captured the evidence of our love making, and put it in the waste basket. I lay back panting and thought... This is to be my memory of yet another fantasy. Though you may leave me, the memories of your visit would remain within my heart and mind. I knew it would be painful if Tony woke up with me in your arms so I quietly returned to our bed and slid in. Morning came and you were gone. You had sneaked off and vanished from my life. But now almost a year later, Tony and I reminisce as I wonder where you are and who you're with. Sometimes I have dreams and then we are together and sometimes I softly cry myself to sleep. I never tell Tony why but I think he knows. Now time has passed and it's my birthday. My husband Tony has surprised me with another present. One dozen long stemmed yellow roses. A bit unusual, for he has always sent red ones in the past. He hadn't included a card but instead a small envelope. I opened it and read: My dearest Adele. Sometimes in a person's life, something happens that is so wonderful that it lingers as a memory forever. When we met, that was my moment, my memory. I will never forget you, nor the soft embrace of your arms, or your warm kiss and your warm breath on my cheek. Though time may pass, these memories will never pass, and sometimes I may stare across a crowded room and imagine I see you, but when my heart slows, and I realize it is my mind's eye bringing you back to me, I feel my sadness and a catch in my breath. I slowly turn away and closing my eyes, think...It was something that was too wonderful to last. Happy Birthday My Adele... Adieu my lover, Adieu. The second bouquet arrive shortly after. The card read: From you devoted husband Tony. These were Red. Tony came home later that day, I wasn't quite sure how to explain the other flowers, but I think he guessed. 'George hasn't changed... his trade mark dozen yellow roses' He chuckled to himself whilst I didn't quite know what to do or say. He reached for the kitchen phone and dialed a number. 'Hello mate how's tricks..... so fancy dinner tonight?' I could hear a distant voice on the phone, but not clear enough to hear who it was 'OK that's settled see you there at eight.... oh sure, would love to meet her' Tony finished the call, I looked at him. "Who... what.... Tony please... look I'm sorry" 'Adele there's no need to say sorry, everything is ok' He kissed my forehead and gave me a reassuring hug. 'Look get your little black dress on and some sexy stockings I'm taking you out to dinner' I gave him a big hug and rushed off like an excited child to get ready. I slipped in to my black cocktail dress and some lacy holdup stockings and eased in to some high heels and put on some make-up but not too much. We didn't say much in the car but we were soon at the restaurant, we were slightly late and Tony and I walked in to the bar area and then you turned around and gave me a surprise smile and a brief kiss, which you broke off and then you turned to the blond sitting next to you 'Adele, I would like you to meet Carole.... Carole this is Adele and Tony' We shook hands and Tony kissed Carole on each cheek. I looked at you and I could tell you were deeply in love with Carole. I was pleased, but in some ways slightly jealous of Carole, but I didn't let it show. We enjoyed that evening to the full, and then Tony invited you and Carole back for coffee.... hmmm and what happened that night and the rest of the weekend I think will have to wait for another time.