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Fantasies Fulfilled Ch. 1

By: silvertongued69



I still have trouble believing this all actually happened. I was being transferred about 800 miles away. Julie and I had been dating for a few months, and things were pretty good between us. She was a VERY enthusiastic, if somewhat inexperienced lover, but she said she loved me and would do anything to make me happy. Anyway, we talked about our situation, and, neither of us being thrilled about a long-distance relationship, decided to go our separate ways and see how we felt about each other. I was in the process of packing up my apartment for my move, which kept me occupied enough that I didn't think about Julie except at night. I hadn't slept alone in a while, and missed her tiny(5', 90 lbs.) body snuggled up next to me with her head on my shoulder.

As I was taking some unwanted things to the dumpster, I ran into a really pretty brunette who was about to throw away some boxes. I asked if I could have them, as I was moving out. "What a shame," she replied. "I'm just moving in. Hi, I'm Linda, what's your name?" I told her my name, and we started walking back to the building, where I found out she was moving into the apartment under mine. She asked if I wanted anymore boxes, so I stopped at her place and got several more, which she helped me carry upstairs. All this time, I was trying not to stare at her chest. Unlike Julie, Linda had a nice set of breasts, and it was very obvious that she wasn't wearing a bra under tank top. Linda told me she had just moved from New York, and asked where I was heading.

"Miami," I said.

"Wow, that sounds great. Maybe I'll come visit you and get warm this winter."

"Not a problem," I replied and left to finish packing. "Just my luck," I said to myself while I was packing. "A real fox moves in downstairs, and I leave in 2 days!"

A couple of hours later I took a smoke break, and was sitting on my porch. I had taken off my shirt while I was working, so I was just sitting there in a pair of gym shorts. I heard a knock on the door, and there stood Linda with 2 cold beers.

"I was gonna take a break and cool off, but my shower's screwed up. I was hoping I could borrow yours, so I brought a cold beer as a bribe. Hope you like Michelob."

"Always glad to help a new neighbor. My place is laid out just like yours, so you know where the shower is. The towels are clean, so just pick one."

She headed for the shower, and I went back to the porch after I put the beers in the fridge to stay cold. Might as well be a gentleman and wait on her to join me. I had just sat down and was lighting a smoke when I heard Linda behind me.

"Can I bum one of those? I decided to just get wet and cool off."

I turned around to see her standing there in a soaking wet tank top and white shorts, obviously wearing nothing underneath!. I lit her cigarette, then went to get the beers, trying to look nonchalant. We sat on the porch, and Linda propped her feet up, so I was looking right up her shorts at her closely trimmed bush! Needless to say, I reacted like any normal guy would, and felt myself getting really hard, real fast! Definitely as awkward situation, since I wasn't wearing anything under my shorts.

"People really are friendlier down south" Linda said. "I've never been welcomed with by a good-looking guy with a hard-on."

"Well, I've never had anyone borrow my shower before, so I guess we're even."

We both laughed, and I had the feeling I wasn't going to bed alone that night. Then Linda commented that she'd never seen a cock as big as mine (I'm about 8 inches, and very thick), and asked if my girlfriend was able to take it all.

"She never could take more than half of me in her mouth, but we managed okay otherwise," I said, looking her straight in the eye, just wondering what she was going to say back.

"I've never tried one that big, but I bet I can take you." With that, Linda stood up, walked over and grabbed me by the cock, and led me back inside.

We were naked in no time, our mouths locked together, tongues exploring each other while our hands roamed each other's body. Linda stood about 5"8", so if felt a little funny after being with someone a foot shorter, but I quickly adjusted. I kissed my way down her throat to her breast, letting my tongue trace around her breast, teasing her by almost touching the nipple, then moving away. Finally, I ran my tongue over her nipple, which instantly hardened under my tongue, begging me to suck on it. Linda's moans told me she liked it, so I gave her other breast the same treatment before continuing to kiss my way down to her mound. I've always prided myself on being a "cunning linguist", since most guys won't take the time to really get a lady off first. I went to work with my tongue, and Linda's knees went weak. We ended up on the bed, her ankles locked behind my head, running my tongue over her clit while I fingered her vagina. I ran my finger, wet with her juices, across her lips, and she eagerly sucked it clean. I put two fingers in this time, then pulled my middle finger out and slowly pushed it into her tight little anus and began finger-fucking her vagina and butt. I felt her anus tighten around my finger and her legs pull my mouth against her dripping sex, and she began to orgasm.

"Oohhhhh God! Oh God! Oh God! Don't stop! Don't stop! Ohhhhhhhhh!

I pulled my fingers out of her and quickly moved up so that her legs were on my shoulders and slowly pushed my cock into her. I began to slide in and out, pulling my cock almost all the way out before pushing in all the way, rapidly building up speed until I thought we'd break my bed.

Linda must have sensed that I was about to come, and pushed me away. "I want to take it in my mouth" she said huskily, and rolled me onto my back and began to deep-throat me as fast as she could. She ran her fingers across my lips, and I sucked on them, then she suddenly shoved one up MY ass and started finger-fucking my just as fast as she was bobbing up and down on my cock. that was all it took, and I exploded in the most intense orgasm of my life. I was seeing stars! 

After about a minute I stopped pumping, and Linda kissed her way across my belly up to my mouth, and sucked my tongued into her mouth. It tasted kinda strange, the combination of her vagina and my cum, but at that point I couldn't care less. We lay there sweating and exhausted, trying to catch our breath, when Linda looked me in the eye and said "I know it'll probably hurt like hell, but I've always wanted to try anal sex, and I might as well go all the way and take your monster cock the first time."

"My pleasure" I replied. She lay her head on my shoulder and we drifted off to sleep.

To Be Continued...

Fantasies Fulfilled Ch. 10



After visiting work for an hour or so, Gavin arrived home around 6:30pm.

Elaine practically pounced on him the moment he walked through the door. 

"The kids are next door and you're coming upstairs with me; now."

It was not a request.

Despite the fact that he was physically tired and sexually sated, his wife's new aggressiveness was a huge turn-on for him. Without a word he allowed her to pull him by the hand up the stairs to their bedroom. His wife pushed him towards the bed.

"What's got you so worked up?" he asked.

"Strip" she commanded, falling to her knees before him and tugging at his belt.

Following his wife up the stairs, he was not sure that he was going to be able to cope with yet another sexual encounter. Once in the bedroom he watched Elaine slide his zipper down and his hardening cock out all thoughts of failure fell away.

"I am so going to fuck you," he thought.

"That's the idea." She replied, and slid his semi hard cock into her mouth.

Once again he had failed to keep his thoughts in his head. Three days ago there was no way he would have even thought it, let alone spoken it. No way would Elaine be doing this in the daylight, he could not remember her ever going down like this. He watched as her head bobbed on his once again rigid penis. His jeans were around his ankles, he pulled his shirt off over his head.

Elaine released her lips from the glistening tip of his cock. She stood before him and began unbuttoning her white cotton blouse. "Get rid of those" she ordered nodding towards his pants and trousers that wrapped around his ankles.

"At once madam" he replied.

He sat on the edge of the bed and awkwardly pulled shoes, socks, pants and trousers off. By the time he had finished his wife stood before him naked save for a pair of white knickers. From above him she returned his gaze. His eyes fell upon her large breasts.

"Suck my tits." She commanded.

His cock almost doubled in size, this dominant female behaviour was new to him, he liked it.

He bent forward and cupped her breasts with his hands, then leaned in and flicked his tongue across her left nipple. Elaine gave a little gasp and whimpered as he drew her teat into his mouth. She wrapped her arms around his head as he continued to squeeze, lick and suckle on her tits. After a few minutes Gavin dropped his right hand from her breast and cupped her cotton covered sex with it. His wife was fiery hot between her legs. He pushed the gusset of her knickers to one side and slid his fingers deep into her cunt. He could not remember her being so wet. Elaine almost growled as he thrust his fingers into her all the way to her cervix.

Elaine pulled away from him, quickly removed her knickers and moved to lean over the bed, she extended her hands and supported her self on the bed. 

"Fuck me. Now."

"Oh, alright then." Said his cock.

Gavin stood and moved behind his wife. This was an entirely new experience for both of them. Elaines new sexual aggression, was a big turn on. He looked down at the smooth back of his wife, her bum cheeks almost quivering in anticipation, even the position was new. He lined up his the head of his cock with his wife's glistening sex crack. 

He was about to spear into her when it occurred to him that she was so desperate he could tease her. 

"What do you want me to do?"

"Put your cock in me."

"Say please."

Elaine pushed her cunt backwards and almost managed to impale herself, but Gavin moved out of the way just in time. 

"Fuck me, you bastard."

Gavin leaned forward and put his arms around her his hands cupping her heavy swaying breasts, her nipples were engorged and stiff. His cock shaft pressed against her bum crack.

"You're a horny little whore tonight aren't you?"

"Put your cock in me."

"Say please."

"Please, fuck me."

Gavin kneaded her breasts pulling down on the nipples.

"Are you my whore?"

"Gavin, fuck me, please fuck me now."

He withdrew his hips and his cock found the entrance to her vagina. 

He stood back up. "This hole, or this one?" He pressed his finger against the Elaine's pink puckering anus. 

"I want you in my cunt, now."

He thrust into his wife with a single long push and held it there.

"Ahhhhhh, yes, ohhh that feels so good." 

Elaine slowly rotated her hips pressing back against him, enjoying the exquisite feeling of finally having a cock deep inside her. Gavin withdrew almost entirely, then forcefully thrust back into her. She grunted like an animal, he repeated the motion and she exhaled a powerful groan. On the third stroke she growled.

"Fuck me hard, give it to me."

Gavin was surprised to hear her, she had always wanted slow love making, this whore wanted fucking. He determined not to disappoint. After the amount of sex he had experienced in the last few days he felt he could stave off his cum indefinitely.

He rammed his penis into her almost putting her off balance, again he thrust deep and hard, Elaine whimpered.

"I'll give you the fuck of your life you horny bitch." Gavin held her shoulders and began thrusting into his wife, long, hard and fast. He was trying to hurt her with his cock.

Elaine's heart was pounding, the feeling of friction inside her belly was indescribable, "this is real sex", she thought to herself. Her tits swayed heavily and slapped together with each thrust of her husbands cock. She could no longer keep her balance, her head was swimming, they both fell forward, his cock popped free.

With an animalistic grunt Gavin roughly rolled her onto her back fell on top of her and forced his cock past her cunt lips and back into her deep wetness. 

"Ohh yes, fuck me, fuck me." She hissed. Her eyes were shut, and when she felt Gavin's tongue slip past her lips and into her mouth she struggled for breath. Gavin mauled her breasts and fucked her pulsing cunt. Elaine was cumming, repeatedly, she pulled her mouth from his "I love you, I love you, I love you." she breathed. Gavin could only grunt. His wife was writhing beneath him like no woman ever before, he continued to 'rape' her. 

"Cum in me, fuck my cunt and cum in me." she begged.

"Take it you fucking slut."

With a final hard thrust, he pumped his seed into his wife's trembling vagina and almost passed out on top of her. Panting and sweating he lay on her, she was quivering with the aftershocks of her prolonged orgasms. He kissed her, she had tears dripping from the corner of her eyes. He licked them away. 

"You OK?"

"Oh yes, I'm OK". She panted.

"That was fucking intense."

"That was fucking fantastic." She said in disbelief. "We've been doing it wrong."

"I practically raped you."

"You fucked me, and I was begging for it."

"Is this because of Irene?"

"It opened up a new world, I, or rather we, haven't been open with each other. You can't fuck properly unless you're open with each other."

Gavin felt a strong pang of guilt, given that he had spent the day fucking his mistress and a black lesbian teenager he thought it a pretty fair comment on her part.

"I've always wanted to experience a woman, " she continued, "Irene was like a present from you to me and I thank you for allowing me to have that experience."

"I seem to remember that I got to fuck her so it's hardly a one way thing."

"But you never would have done that if I hadn't suggested it, and then she and I did slip off to bed together while you were asleep."

"That at least is true, and I want all the lurid details about last night."

"Does it turn you on?"

"You with another woman? Too bloody right it does."

"I don't get it," she continued, "I couldn't bare the thought of you with another man."

"Neither could I. That would be gross." They both giggled.

"So, did Irene leave this morning or did you get up to anything together?"

She got her son to come with spare car keys, but found her lost ones before he arrived. They drove home together."

"So no more girlie sex then?"

"Just a little kiss or two."

Elaine had been dreading this conversation, she hated telling lies to Gavin, and stuck as close to the truth as possible.

"What do you think of Irene?" He asked. "Would you want a repeat performance?"

Elaine had very mixed emotions on that score. Irene had opened up a completely new world of bi-sexual experiences that had fulfilled a deep-seated need in her. Elaine knew that that particular cat could never be put back in the bag. Whether Irene was the one she would choose to be her long-term female partner, she was doubtful. The events of this morning with Irene's son had been decidedly weird and with hindsight, Elaine regretted the whole mother and son threesome thing. She could not of course tell Gavin that she had achieved orgasm under the attentions of Irene and her son on this very bed just a few hours earlier. 

She had spent the day fretting over whether she had been unfaithful to Gavin. It came down to how he would see it, she decided sharing oral sex with a teenager and his mother and so nearly allowing him to penetrate her would in Gavins book be rated as 'unfaithful'. She wanted to make it up to Gavin. All that had gone on also massively turned her on. She still could not get the image of that huge penis out of her head, what would it have been like riding that monster? By the time Gavin had returned from work she was in a state of sexual frenzy.

"A repeat performance? I'm not sure." She said.

"To be perfectly honest, I don't find her particularly attractive," he confessed, "but I'm a guy, so if it's on a plate I'll eat it."

"Well I'm not so shallow that looks are everything, she's a very nice person, but I do think that she is a little old for us." Elaine offered.

"And wrinkly." He added.

Elaine laughed, "Her face certainly has character."

"So we don't want another visit any time soon then." 

"I think we both know that our sex lives have changed for ever, and we need to agree where the new boundaries are." She looked earnestly at her husband, searching his face for any kind of disagreement.

"I know that we just had the best sex we ever had, and that I like the new dirty you."

"I've just realised that it's alright to really go for it, that's all." She said.

"So what next?" he asked.

Elaine thought for a moment. "Honestly?"

"Of course." 

"I'd really like you to lick your spunk out of my sweaty cunt."

Gavin looked truly shocked, this was not his wife, this was a whole new exciting personality.

The look of shock on his face registered with his wife. "Of course you don't have to, I was just being honest."

"Spread your legs I'm going to eat you till you beg me to stop."

And he did.



Later that evening after their daughters had been put to bed, husband and wife snuggled together on the sofa. It had been a long time since they had cuddled like this. Elaine felt she had to make up her transgressions of the day. Gavin too felt guilty about Paula, he wished he could be open about her with his wife. He also knew that had he not started his affair with Paula then none of this would have happened, so in a sense Elaine should be grateful to Paula. "Yeah right", he thought.

"Yeah right, what?" asked his wife.

He really needed to get his brain to stop speaking its thoughts.

"Sorry, it just slipped out." 

"What were you thinking about?"

"I was thinking that I'll have to work twice as hard to satisfy you now that I have to compete with women."

"Don't be daft, you're not competing with anyone. I promise that you are all I desire in the bedroom department, I would have thought that was obvious earlier on."

"Elaine, twenty four hours ago you were licking another womans fanny, and it obviously turned you on big time."

"I was also letting you fuck my bum. Which, by the way I want you to do again very soon."

"But let's face it, you do have a yearning for women that's not going to disappear, and if I deny you the pleasure you will only resent me for it. It's not like I can personally fulfil that role for you."

"I admit I loved having sex with a woman, and I do want it again but not at the risk of our marriage, it's you that I love and if I never saw another woman, you would be enough. Especially if we can keep this new sexual honesty going. I'm not going behind your back to find women sex partners. God how would I do that anyway?"

Gavin kissed the top of her head. What he wanted to say was "I really enjoyed having another woman in our bed the threesome thing was fantastic. Bring home a different one each night and I'll be happy."

What he said was "I love you too." 

"Of course you obviously enjoyed fucking Irene as well." She continued.

"Only because you were part of it, I thought you were getting off seeing me do it." It was blurring the truth, but he knew it would please her.

"I suppose I did enjoy sharing you, Irene seemed so needy."

"She doesn't seem to have much of a home life."

"Maybe." Elaine thought of Irene's son. "That will probably improve quite soon." She said. "So what have we decided?"

"Sounds like we need to find you another girlfriend. Don't you know any woman at work who might be up for it?" He asked. 

He was trying to steer her to asking him the same question. He could not believe how his life was changing, could he possibly get Paula and his wife together in the same bed? That would be so perfect.

"I've never even thought about it. I suppose there are a couple who might be that way inclined, there are none that I really fancy."

"You mean you really fancied Irene?"

"I guess not, it was more the novelty of it. Heck I don't know how a woman approaches another woman. Irene happened because we were pissed and I was feeling very randy."

"We could look on the internet."

"No thanks, that would be way too seedy who knows who you are really talking to."

"Are there any women you actually fancy?" he asked. That was not a question he had expected to be asking his wife.

"Actually, you won't laugh will you?"

"Depends on who it is, I'm not making any promises." He joked.

"Louise."

"Louise? Next door Louise? Neighbour Louise?"

"Yes, next door Louise."

"Well I can understand why, she is really quite good looking. She's about our age and she certainly looks after herself."

"You've obviously thought about her a lot, do you fancy her too?"

"I wouldn't go that far, but I wouldn't object to getting to know her a bit better, especially if you were keen." He lied. 

He thought their next door neighbour was gorgeous, he also thought her out of his league. When she and her husband and seven year old son had first moved in they had flirted a little but the genuine two way spark was missing. These days they chatted about kids and boring stuff, he had forgotten how much he really fancied her.

"Has she ever shown any interest in you, in that way?" He asked.

"No, not really, I've noticed she's very tactile with me, we always peck each others cheek to say hello and stuff and she is always putting her hand on my arm or leg when we are talking but I think it's just the way she is."

"Well if you think you can persuade her to take a trip on the other side of the street then I wouldn't complain." He laughed.

"What about you, whoever we get you'll be fucking them too. Aren't there any women you know that may be up for it?"

This was the question, the opportunity to introduce Paula into the mix. He opened his lips, "I hear Paula at work is up for an adventure or two, I suppose she is attractive in an obvious sort of way, I could possibly broach the subject with her." Is what he intended to say.

"No, I've never looked at other women in that way." He chickened out. He could not break the habit of a lifetime and tell his wife that he actually fancied other women. 

It was probably what Elaine wanted to hear, nevertheless she felt a little disappointed that the task of finding their next joint bed partner seemed to be falling at her feet alone.

"So let's go to bed and you can tell me what you would like to do to Louise." He suggested.

"You're just a perv." 

"Yep."





Several days passed.

Elaine had rung Irene to make sure that she would not mention her son's visit to the house and to enquire how things were between them. Irene did not mention the fact that she had fucked her son at least a dozen times since then.

At work Gavin had thought that Irene would have been all over him, he was both relieved and a little disappointed that she made no moves in that direction. They spoke of the good time they had had but neither suggested a replay.

Paula was business like around Irene, and a slut around Gavin. Every chance they got they were touching, feeling and kissing each other, to such an extent that they were both in a permanent state of heightened arousal. They had no real chance of being alone together. The result was that Elaine was on the receiving end of Gavins lust for both her and Paula. Elaine was getting sore.

Elaine had time on her hands, she only worked two days a week but it was in the building next to Louise. They had always given each other lifts to and from work. She took the opportunity of the forty-minute journeys to try to steer the conversation towards finding out Louise's sexual preferences.

After about an hour and a half of round about conversation Elaine was none the wiser.

She decided that a more direct approach was in order.

On Friday morning, it was Elaines turn to drive and as usual, Louise called around about 20 minutes before they had to set off. 

Elaine was upstairs. 

"Sorry Louise, I'm running a bit late this morning," she called from the bathroom. 

"Grab a coffee I'll be down in a minute."

Elaine wandered into the kitchen still wearing her silk dressing gown. "Sorry Louise, Gavin took the kids to school and didn't wake me. I only just got out of the shower.

Louise smiled at her. "It's OK we've plenty of time."

Elaine sat opposite Louise and poured herself a coffee, The front of her gown slipped open a little revealing her deep cleavage. Elaine took her time in gathering it shut..

Louise smiled "You nearly popped out. I have a gown like that, the silky ones are difficult to keep closed aren't they.? "

"Sorry. Yes especially when you've got as much to hide as us." Elaine laughed nodding in the general direction of Louise's ample bosom. 

"I think you'd be the winner in that contest," laughed her companion. 

"I like having big boobs though, don't you?" asked Elaine.

"Not much fun when you're running for a bus."

"Fun in the bedroom though?"

"Mike doesn't complain."

"Gavin neither, and I get jealous looks from less well endowed women sometimes."

"I once had a girl ask if she could feel mine."

"I would love to feel them too." Elaine thought, "Why?" she said.

"She was quite young and flat chested and simply wanted to know what a large pair felt like."

"Did you let her?"

"Actually I did." Louise looked coyly down at her coffee.

"Where were you?"

"In the changing rooms at the gym I used to go to."

"Was she suitably impressed?"

"To be honest I think she was a little turned on by it. I remember her breathing became rather laboured, and she fondled me for longer than I had expected. I think half the girls there were lesbians."

"Is that why you stopped going?"

"No, not at all, it just got too expensive."

"I went with a girl once." Elaine blurted it out hurriedly.

"You too? I'm surprised I wouldn't have had you down for that." Louise said in a relaxed manner. "I slept with half a dozen girls at university, but I must admit that none of them really rocked my boat the way that Mike does."

Elaine's heart was racing. What next? Should she just lay it on the line or carry on the 'idle' chat?

"Half a dozen? You must have really had a thing for women?"




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"I do or rather I did. I didn't lose my virginity until I was twenty two. I just couldn't find a man who turned me on the way that women did. Then I met Mike and ...well he 'cured' me."

"My encounter was actually quite recent."

"What while you were married?"

"Yes."

"What if Gavin found out, you were risking a lot."

"Actually he was there."

"A threesome? Wow, what was that like I'd love to do something like that."

"I'm sure that could be arranged." Elaine was getting brave. "Would you like to try something like that with me?" She reached out across the table and took Louise's hand.

Louise looked directly into her neighbours eyes "I have to confess that I have wondered what it would be like between us. I do find you very attractive, very womanly. I would very much like to kiss you now."

Elaine wished the table would just disappear, instead the two women awkwardly clambered around the wooden platform.

They stood before each other, Louise was taller by several inches, Elaine nervously looked up at her friend, Louise took the lead and cupped Elaines chin and leant to gently place a light kiss on her lips.

"So soft." murmured Louise.

Elaine released her grip on the gown and placed her hands on Louise's hips. The gown slipped open once again to reveal her deep cleavage. Once more they kissed gently and briefly. Louise slipped the tip of her tongue across Elaine's lips, but then pulled away. She looked hungrily down at the dark open recesses of Elaine's dressing gown.

"We really don't have time to do this properly, and we are one short of a threesome."

"I know, we really should go to work, how about tonight, 7.30?" suggested Elaine.

"It's a date. God my heart is pounding, I can't wait, it's been so long."

Elaine pulled away, "I really better get dressed, we're going to be late."

Louise looked at her watch, "Would you mind if I went now I have an early meeting?"

"OK, we'll go in our own cars. She leaned forward and pressed her lips to Louise's then headed for the stairs. "I'll see you tonight." She briefly opened her gown revealing her naked body beneath, "and you'll see me." She giggled and went up the stairs to dress. A minute later she heard the door close as Louise let herself out.

Elaine hurried to the telephone and called Gavin. He had just arrived at work himself, he was hugely excited at the news that Elaine had 'pulled' Louise. He had not dared to imagine what bedding Louise would be like. Now he had all day to anticipate sex with yet another beautiful woman. He thought it best not to tell Paula of his wife's plans for the evening, he did however find them an excuse to be alone long enough for her to blow his cock. He was in danger of being over excited and did not need a hair trigger tonight.

Having shipped the kids out to their grandparents for the night, Elaine and Gavin nervously eyed the clock. 7.30 came and still no Louise. 

"I'm scared.," said Elaine.

"It is a bit weird," he admitted, "I'm not sure what I'm going to say to her."

"Do we just go straight to bed?"

"Well I don't want to waste the evening chatting to her."

They both glanced at the clock, 7.40 it read. The doorbell sounded.

"You better go." Gavin said to his wife.

Elaine stood and nervously straightened the short skirt she had elected to wear, before heading out into the hallway to open the door and greet Louise. 

Louise leaned forward and kissed Elaine's lips for a lingering few seconds, "Good evening Elaine, you look nice."

Elaine stepped back to allow her through the door, she looked at Louise's bum encased in tight pink trousers as she walked down the hallway. "So do you." 

Elaine pushed the door only to hit an obstacle with a thump. Peering around it, she found Louise's husband Mike rubbing his knee. "Careful Elaine you nearly put me out of action for the night." He joked.

Louise walked into the living room to find Gavin sat on the sofa, arms spread out along the back, "Hello Louise," he winked and patted the cushion next to him, "why don't you come and sit by me." Gavin looked like a cheesy extra from a seventies porn movie.

"Gavin?" said Louise.

"Mike?" said Elaine from down the hallway.

Elaine turned and looked at Louise who in turn was looking at her. Louise headed straight back towards Elaine who in turn was heading down the hall towards Louise.

"What's happened? Why's Mike here?"

"I was about to ask the same about Gavin"

"I thought we were having a threesome."

"So did I."

They both realised their mistake and smiled. Gavin and Mike appeared at either end of the hallway and simultaneously asked "What's going on?" The women began to laugh. "What's he doing here?" the men again asked simultaneously? The women laughed louder.

The evening was already an unmitigated disaster and there was nothing for it other than to pretend it had never happened. The women turned and ushered their respective men away from the scene of the crash and agreed to talk in the morning.

It took Elaine about twenty minutes to explain the mix up to Gavin, who was horny and confused. 

"So that bastard next door wants to sleep with you!" he complained.

"Thanks very much you don't have to sound so surprised. Besides he's probably feeling the same way about you. You were quite prepared to go to bed with Louise."

"That's different." 

"How exactly is it different?"

"It just is." He knew he was wrong to be complaining but frankly the thought of another man lusting after his wife both surprised and angered him. Gavin like most men was a five star hypocrite when it came to adultery.

Elaine on the other hand was basking in the knowledge that yet another man had been prepared, eager even, to bed her.

The evening had turned into such a farce that neither couple got laid that night. Elaine lay awake thinking of what might have been had Louise had her way. Right now Elaine could be eating Louise's fanny while Mike stuffed his 'big?' cock into her.

She certainly did not find the idea revolting. Mike was a nice bloke, not as handsome or clever as Gavin but good looking, easy going and he almost certainly had a fitter body than Gavin. Elaine quietly frigged her damp cunt while she imagined her neighbours taking liberties with her body. 

Gavin snored indignantly.



Fantasies Fulfilled Ch. 11



Following the previous nights debacle, Gavin decided to take matters into his own hands. It was Saturday morning and he was back at work. He had arranged to meet Paula for lunch. One way or another he determined that he was going to get Paula in bed with him and his wife.

Elaine was at home in the kitchen. Louise announced her arrival with a tap on the window and a wave. Elaine beckoned her in.

The two women looked into each others eyes and began to laugh, they hugged and pecked each other on the cheek.

"I'm so sorry." Said Louise.

"No it was my fault." Corrected Elaine.

"It just never occurred to me that you meant for me to have sex with your Gavin."

"Same here, I never even considered Mike. Was he very disappointed?"

"You could say that. After all he's never had a threesome and when I suggested it out of the blue like that he nearly came on the spot. He thought all his birthdays had come at once. Turns out he really fancies you."

"Gavin has obviously got a thing for you too." Replied Elaine.

"Trouble is I've put the idea in Mike's head now, he'll keep on at me to do the dirty deed some how or another. He knew about me and other women before I married him but he thought that was all in the past. Now he knows that I'm still interested he won't let it be."

"Sorry babe, I seem to have gotten you into a spot of bother. I could never be unfaithful to Gavin with another man."

"I feel pretty much the same way about Mike."

"Oh well, it was a nice idea while it lasted." Said Elaine.

Louise took Elaines hand, "I'm not sure that I would worry about being unfaithful with a woman though." Louise suggested.

Elaine looked at her friend, there was no doubt as to what was on offer here, "You mean you and I could?... just us?... no men?"

Louise squeezed her hand. "It's not the same as sex with a man, it's not like they can compete, it's not like we're about to leave them for each other, is it?"

Elaine knew what she meant, and was very receptive to the idea. "I'm not sure our husbands would see it that way."

"They wouldn't know. Besides they were up for it when they thought they were getting in on the action."

"But we would still be keeping secrets from them. I don't think I could live with myself, I'm sorry Louise but I have to say no. You have no idea how much I'm tempted, I really want you but I just couldn't do it to him."

Louise was truly saddened by the rejection, Elaine had rekindled a long forgotten part of her sexual past and she had spent the last twenty-four hours dreaming of once again making love to another woman. 

"If Gavin can't be involved then I just can't."

Louise had a sudden flash of inspiration. "Let's film it."

"Film what?"

"You and me."

"Film us having sex? Then what?"

"Show our husbands. Let them watch."

"Gavin would go mental if you showed a film of me to Mike."

"Mike would feel the same way about Gavin seeing me naked. So the simple answer to that is ..."

"Don't tell them."

"Exactly, let them each think that it's a secret that only they know about. You make a 'secret' recording for Gavin and I do the same for Mike."

"That would do it, they would be happy and we would be being honest about our relationship." Elaine was impressed with the idea. Plus she was quite turned on by the idea of filming her making love to Louise. "Aren't you a clever girl?" 

She pulled Louise to her and they locked lips, this time they kissed open mouthed long and hard their tongues fencing between their lips. Louise raised her hands to Elaines right breast and squeezed. 

"Mmmmmm," murmured Elaine, she in turn cupped Louise's own right breast and trapped the long hard nipple that she found there between her fingers.

Louise broke the kiss. "Oh God it's been so long. When will Gavin be home?"

"He'll be out until late afternoon. Where's Mike?" "Playing golf, so he won't be back for at least three hours, and he took Michael with him. Where are your girls?"

"Still at my mums, Gavin will bring them home later."

"Have you got a video camera?"

"Gavin has."

"Get it and take me to bed."

Elaine's heart was practically bursting from her chest. She almost ran to the desk in which the camera was kept. "Got it," she said. 

"Let's go upstairs."

The two women rushed up to the bedroom.

"You had better put it somewhere hidden with a good view of the bed." Suggested Louise.

"The bookshelf over there will be good," said Elaine. She 'secreted' the camera on the shelf where it had a good view of the bed, indeed it would have been an excellent hiding place for the camera.

"How do you turn it on?" asked Louise.

"I have a little remote, if we use that they won't be able to tell which of us is operating it."

"OK, come and stand with me over here away from the camera before you set it going."

Elaine joined Louise on the far side of the bed away from the camera. They would be in full shot when she pressed the remote button. "Ready?" She asked.

Louise nodded. The camera whirred quietly and a little red light started flashing.

Elaine popped the remote in her pocket and looked at Louise. Louise returned her gaze, the women smiled at each other and took each others hands. Slowly and softly they leaned forward and kissed each others most lips. Then they melted into a deep and long embrace. Elaine pushed her tongue into Louis's mouth and played it across her soft lips. Louise's breathing deepened. She raised her hands and began to unbutton Elaine's blouse. Elaine gently pushed her away. "Here let me." She said.

Quickly and quietly they both unbuttoned and unzipped their own clothing until they stood before each other in just bras and panties. Elaine climbed on the bed and held out her hand to Louise inviting her to join her. Louise readily accepted and clambered across the bed to be closest to the camera. They lay beside each other gazing into each others eyes. Louise stroked Elaine's cheek and said "you look really beautiful, I so want to please you." With that she kissed Elaine long and deep while her hand snaked down and over Elaines round fleshy belly to delve into her knickers. Louise's fingers briefly noted the sparse hair covering between her lover's legs and then moved on down and round trying to make sense of the mush of clitoris and labia. Thumb and finger separated Elaine's sex lips and suddenly her cunt opened like a flower allowing Louise full access to her wet slippery slit and deep cunt hole. Louise inserted two fingers deep inside Elaine and used her thumb to rub her clitoris. Elaine moaned at the touch of someone who knew her body as well as she did. She spread he legs wider and started a rhythmic humping against Louise's hand. 

Louise felt released, it was many years since she had been to bed with a woman but the old feelings were quickly returning, she really enjoyed making another woman squirm under her touch.

Elaine ran her hand over Louise's lace covered breast, the covered nipple was surprisingly big and very hard. She squeezed the soft flesh. Louise's tits were not as big as Elaines but they were much bigger than Irene's, and they were soft, Louise gave a muffled moan into her mouth. The women mashed their breasts together and delighted in the soft wobbly buffer that they created. Louise loved her nipples to be sucked, she pulled the bra up over her boobs and let her large tanned pear shaped orbs free. Elaine fumbled with the newly uncovered flesh. Louise released her lip lock on Elaine's mouth and offered her a nipple as a replacement. Elaine hungrily accepted the teat and began sucking. The nipple was large rubbery and very hard, Louise moaned loudly as her new lover gorged herself on her tits.

All the while Louise continued her rhythmic rubbing of Elaine's clitoris, Elaine's cunt was clenching her fingers tightly.

Elaine came up for air. She was rampant with a horny desire to please her friend. "Let me eat you," she whispered, "let me taste you, I need to taste you." 

Louise pulled away from Elaine and sitting up they both removed their remaining underwear. They knelt facing each other, Elaine could not help but stare at Louise's glistening heaving tits, they seemed to tremble with anticipation. From this position she could not see Louise's cunt which she so desperately wanted to ravage. Elaine reached out her right hand and cupped Louise's sex. It was bare, hot and sticky. With her other hand she pushed Louise back "Lay down I want to lick you." Louise fell back and opened her legs revealing to Elaine and the camera her tanned glistening shaved cunt. Louise pulled her legs wider with her hands, knowing she was showing her innermost femininity to Elaine and her husband. 

Elaine stared at the engorged cunt before her, little strings of moisture ribboned between the slowly separating lips. Elaine leaned forward and inhaled her friends most intimate aroma, slowly she placed a little kiss on Louise's hooded clitoris. Louise had a sharp intake of breath. Elaine deliberately wiggled her bum and cunt directly at the camera, she was thinking of Mike watching the video as she snaked her tongue deep into the hot wet aromatic crevice that was his wife's vagina.

"Ooohhhh yeeesss", hissed Louise, "yes, yes yessss. That is so good, that is sooo fucking good." Elaine continued to lap and tongue and finger the pulsating cunt before her, totally captured in a world of feminine lust. Louise's panting increased, her moans became louder her hands squeezed her own breasts and pulled alarmingly hard at her own nipples. Suddenly Louise arched her back and her arms slammed the bed the walls of her cunt clenched and spasmed painfully tightly around Elaine's fingers. "Fuck! Yesss!" she uttered in a high pitched whine. Then she grasped Elaine's head and pulled it hard against her cunt, she began to violently hump Elaine's mouth. Elaine could no longer keep up with her lovers orgasm, indeed she could hardly breath.

After what seemed an age, Louise slowly released her grasp of Elaine's head, Elaine struggled free and was finally able to breath. She knelt above the nude, panting, sweating frame of her neighbour. Louise's smile turned to a laugh and then an uncontrollable giggle, she was nearly delirious.

"Fucking hell babe," laughed Elaine, "you go like a train." 

Louise laughed a little louder. "To be honest it's been a while since I had a really good cum."

"That'll please the viewers." thought Elaine.

Elaine continued to kneel over the collapsed body of her friend, she massaged Louise's thighs and abdomen. Slowly Louise recovered. 

"Your turn hun." She said, shuffling down the bed between Elaine's thighs. "Come and sit on my face, I want to return the favour."

Elaine crawled up Louise's body until she was straddling her chest. Her cunt smeared juice on Louise's chest. Elaine liked the feeling of Louise's nipples rubbing against the lips of her fanny. She lingered and made tine rotations of her hips rubbing her cunt against her friend's nipples. "Oh that feels good," she moaned. Louise managed to bring her arms around and began to rub the clitoris that gyrated just a few inches from her chin.

After a minute or two Elaine twisted her whole body around to face the other way, she lowered her hot wet vagina down onto Louise's waiting mouth. While she rode her mouth Elaine played with her tits. Louise could see nothing but Elaine's little pink bum hole winking at her, as its owner rode her tongue, she could taste nothing but Elaine's free flowing womanly essence, she could feel nothing but Elaine's hands tightly mashing her breasts. Elaine came quickly, facing the camera, mouthing filthy words that never became sound, grimacing with the exquisite perfection of the orgasm that pulsed within her clitoris. As she finally regained the power of speech all she could manage was "Oh you; you dirty bitch." She was actually talking to herself, but Louise did not mind either way.

They kissed, cuddled, petted, snuggled for a further twenty minutes until they finally climbed off the bed, and dressed. Elaine secretly clicked the remote and the camera fell silent.

"They'll cream their pants when they see this." Said Louise.

"I might do the same. I'll make a copy, straight away. When are you going to show him it?"

"Tonight."

"Me too, I think we're both in for a damn good seeing to this evening." Laughed Elaine.

"I wish I could be there with you."

"Same here. But that would involve sex with the wrong guys. And they'd never go for it." Elaine said.

"You're right, best leave things as they are."

Louise left the house clutching a copy of the afternoon's events, and Elaine went for a shower. It was just after three in the afternoon. She dressed and went to the kitchen where she sat and relived the day over a glass of wine. 

She was sure that Gavin would approve of what she had done and could not wait to 'show and tell'. Once again she was getting that itch that only a cock can reach. She decided to call Gavin and tease him about it.

She rang his mobile.



Around 11.00am that same day, Gavin had met up with Paula. They had spent an hour just chatting, browsing shops and holding hands. They had gone to a bistro for lunch and talked about nothing in particular over pasta and Chianti. They ordered desert and their talk turned to their encounter with Rachel.

"Have you seen her since?" enquired Gavin.

"Just briefly, she returned some clothes she'd borrowed. We didn't mention the other day."

"We never really talked about it either. How do you feel about what happened?"

"I've thought about it a lot actually, I can hardly believe I let a girl lick my bits. I actually came. I had my tongue down her throat. I just don't do girls."

"Well you did that one, and I for one loved every second of it."

"You dirty bastard, you fucked me, then ogled Rachel then fucked me again then bedded the pair of us, I'm not surprised you loved it. I'm not saying I didn't enjoy it, because I did but I only did it because you said it was what you wanted your fuck buddy to do. I told you there would be a price to pay."

Gavin remembered her saying something along those lines, but at the time he had not taken any notice.

"What did you mean? What's the price? Have you got something in mind?"

"We all have fantasies, some of them are light hearted some are darker, you owe me a dark one."

"I'm up for a bit of role play if that's what you mean."

Paula leaned into him, under the table her hand brushed across his crotch, her lips kissed the corner of his mouth. "I haven't decided yet, but when I do you have to promise to go along with it. It's our fuck buddy deal."

"Absolutely. I owe you one." He really should not have been so flippant. "Now that you have experienced a bit of bi-sexual stuff though, don't you want to try some more? You must admit our little threesome was bloody exciting."

"I wouldn't totally rule it out, but I have other ideas that I'd rather work through first. Speaking of bi-sexuals, how's Elaine?"

"She's fine, she's actually turned into a bit of a slut since Irene paid us a visit. She's certainly not backward in telling me what she wants."

Paula was surprised to feel a pang of jealousy. That was not part of the deal. She had been OK with Gavin sleeping with his wife when he said she was boring in bed. But she did not especially like to think of Gavin enjoying himself without her, it smacked of competition.

"As long as you have enough for both of us." she half joked.

"Thing is we have decided that Irene will not be paying a return visit, but she feels that she still needs a female partner." He tried to sound nonchalant, he thought it best to blame the need for a female sex partner firmly at his wife's door.

"No. Not going to happen, Don't ask. I did it once, that fulfilled my duty. I am not going to bed with your wife."

"I never even..." he was lost for words this was not in the script he had written in his head, the one that one ended with Paula saying "Oh could I, thank you so much."

"Be reasonable, I'm not looking for a wife I'm looking for a fuck. I had never so much as touched a girl until the other day, now you want me to be number three in your marriage. It's not what I want, it's not what this is about."

"I'm sorry Paula, you're right, I don't want to spoil what we have. I value our friendship far more than that. I won't mention it again." When all else fails contrite apologies with a hint of truth is a good bet.

"It's OK Gav. Just don't forget that we're equal partners in this relationship and you owe me one. When you've paid your dues then maybe, just maybe..."

"What?"

Paula decided to change the subject.

"Want the bathroom?" she asked.

"No, I went earlier."

"I think you do."

"No really I don't."

Paula shuffled out of her seat dropped something in his lap and headed for the ladies.

Gavin held up the black lace knickers with both hands, it took a while for it to register what he was holding. 

"Very nice dear," said the old lady in the booth opposite, "I think she probably wants you to return them." She nodded in the direction of the ladies.

Gavin suddenly very flustered stuffed the knickers into his pocket and hurried off to the toilets. Outside the ladies he looked around to make sure the coast was clear. His heart was thumping, he had never done anything like this before. He put his head to the door and listened. He could not hear anything. Slowly he pushed the door ajar. The room was empty, three wash basins three mirrors and three cubicles with closed doors, two pairs of legs one with white shoes one with black. 

He clearly remembered Paula's white shoes and crept to that cubicle. He pushed on the door and it swung gently open a little way. He was about to push again when a hand on his arm pulled him towards the next cubicle.

"What are you doing?" hissed Paula. 

"I thought you were in that one." Gavin whispered pointing at the other cubicle.

"You think I'd be seen dead in shoes like that?" 

The occupant of the next cubicle tore paper.

"Shshshhh" they both agreed.

More paper, a rustle of clothing, a failed flush attempt, a successful flush and a clatter of a door.

Gavin and Paula held each other tightly hating the fact that they had to breath. They looked at each other's reddening face; they were in the early stages of the giggles.

The tap expelled water and soap was being applied. Rinse and paper towel, paper towel, swing bin lid, clothing adjustment and finally door.

The pair gasped for breath and laughed.

"So is this your dark fantasy? Sex in a toilet?" He asked.

"Don't be ridiculous." She admonished.

Gavin held up the knickers that she had presented him with. "Didn't your mother tell you to always wear knickers in case you were in an accident.?"

"She told me that I could cause an accident if I didn't wear them."

"Am I going to have an accident?"

Paula sat on the closed toilet lid, she hiked up her skirt exposing her bare pussy, smoothly she undid Gavins flies. "You tell me, are you going to have an accident?"

"Oh yes, yes please."

She struggled to release his semi-stiff cock but finally had it loose. She licked the end, then sucked it into her mouth and coated it with saliva. After a few moments, she withdrew it from her mouth and began to wank him with a determination that surprised him.

"Whooa, slow down, I'm gonna cum."

"That's the idea isn't it?" She did not stop.

"It's a little fast."

"Gavin you're getting a hand job in the ladies toilet of a busy restaurant from a woman who's not your wife and my pudding is melting. This is not the time to hold back. Now be a good boy and cum for me."

Paula continued her steady rhythm. Gavin ogled her jiggling breasts within her tight sweater, his hand reached out and felt the left one.




Fantasies Fulfilled Ch. 12



Gavin picked up the kids from hiss and headed home. He was physically shattered and mentally confused.

In the space of two weeks he had gone from one sex partner every twenty years to... how many was it? He listed them in his head; his wife, Paula, Irene, Rachel and very nearly Louise, but by the sound of things Elaine had taken care of the last one. Should he be jealous? Should he be indignant that his wife had openly had a fling with the next-door neighbour? Given that he had just ejaculated into his fuck buddy's mouth in a public toilet he thought perhaps indignation should be put on the back burner for a while.

"Put the kids to bed and watch the tape." His cock told him.

"OK." He said. 

"OK what dad?"

"Oh, nothing just thinking out loud."

When they all finally arrived home, the kids wanted food and to hang around their mother, it was an hour before she had a moment to talk to her husband in private.

"So what have you been up to?" he asked.

"I told you on the phone. I've been to bed with Louise! And I secretly taped it all, just for you."

"Mike had nothing to do with it, did he?"

"No, nothing. You're not hurt are you; I sort of did it for you."

"Where's the tape?"

"It's safely hidden upstairs where the girls won't find it."

Gavin wanted to put it on now, he desperately wanted to see his next door neighbour naked. He could not believe how enterprising his wife had been to 'pull' Louise and tape it all for him. 

"It's certainly one in the eye for that lecherous bastard next door." He laughed.

"Don't you dare mention it to him. Mike must never know. Promise?"

"Of course, it's enough that I know." He laughed again. "You're turning into a real fanny magnet aren't you? You're not going to go off men are you?"

"I promise, the one thing I need after a girl is a good hard cock."

She kissed him and went back to being a mother.

Later that evening, with their daughters in bed Gavin and Elaine settled down in their own bedroom to watch the tape.

"So Louise doesn't know you made the tape?"

"No", she lied, "and you must never mention it to her or Mike." 

Elaine nestled next to Gavin on the bed; they were both naked save for their pants. She pointed the remote and pressed play. Neither of her had seen the tape and as the picture appeared on the 32" wall mounted television, Elaine saw herself for the first time kissing another woman dressed in only underwear. Her mouth grew dry, and her pussy got wet.

Gavin could not take his eyes off the screen. Louise had a fantastic body, and his wife was squeezing the fuck out of her gorgeous tits. His cock stood up tall and erect despite his underpants.

"Fuck." Said Elaine as her cunt came into plain view. She was thinking of Mike next door, he and Louise would almost certainly be doing exactly the same as them. There was not an inch of her that the camera did not see.

Idly she fondled Gavins penis. On the screen their next-door neighbour, whose fanny was waving back and forth at them, was giving her oral pleasure.

"She's got long cunt lips, hasn't she? Do you like them?" She asked Gavin. To be honest she was feeling a little jealous, he had not said a word and was obviously very taken by Louise's nudity..

"They're OK, not as nice as you though." It was the stock standard wife appeasing answer, in this case, however it was true, Gavin had always believed his wife had a very beautiful cunt. 

On the screen, Louise began to cum.

"Fucking hell," said Gavin, "what did you do to her?"

He placed his hand over his wife's and began to pump his cock harder.

"To be honest it's been a while since I had a really good cum." Louise said on screen.

"Ha!" Shouted Gavin. "In your face Mike."

"Now, now, no need for that." Smirked Elaine.

They continued to watch, Elaine was rubbing her cunt on Louise's tits. Elaine became mesmerised by the pictures it seemed like someone else up there. Her hand fell away from Gavin's cock and she tweaked her own erect nipples. Gavin pumped his fist in earnest. As his screen wife came so did he, squirting sticky white cream onto his belly and hand.

"Fuck." He said, "That was hot."

Elaine could not get over the fact that another man just a few yards up the road would be viewing the graphic depiction of her frenzied orgasm. 

"Fucking Hell." She mouthed, and dipped a finger into her own vagina.

"Sorry hun. I don't think I'm gonna manage much of a performance tonight." Gavin mumbled as his dick shrivelled.

Elaine reached into her bedside drawer, "Do me with this." She demanded and passed a large vibrator to him.

Gavin disliked the toys, he felt threatened by them, which was strange because he had bought them for her without being asked. Nevertheless he held out his hand and took the vanilla coloured cylinder, he clicked the base and it whirred into obscene life.

He shuffled down the bed; Elaine removed her knickers and spread her legs wide and shamelessly for him. Had he not just come then the sight before him would have made him rampant. Instead, he resigned himself to the chore in hand. He slid the tip of the vibrator between he pink cunt lips and along up to the base of her hooded little clitoris. Elaine took a sharp intake of breath. She used both hands to hold her thighs wide open. In her minds eye Mike was watching her open her cunt and it was he that rubbed her with the buzzing beast. It was Mike that was inserting a finger into her grasping vagina and it was Mike that was watching her facial contortions as she achieved orgasm for the second time that day. 

"Ohhh Mike." She uttered.

"What did you say?"

She was aware of her mistake as the words left her lips.

"Erm I said, Ohhh my...God." 

The ad-lib was enough to satisfy her husband who switched off the super cock and planted a kiss on Elaine's slippery private lips. 

On screen, the video had ended.

"Will you be seeing her again tomorrow? Do you think you could persuade her to do a threesome? Did she mention me at all?" 

"Yes, don't know and no. Now please go to sleep."

Elaine wanted some peace and quiet. She wanted to think about what had just happened. For the first time in her married life, she had imagined another man fucking her. 

She had had the usual unattainable George Clooney type fantasies while masturbating, but she had never pretended that Gavin was someone else whilst they made love; especially not someone like the next-door neighbour. Then the image of Irene's son Robert flashed into her mind, Naked with that huge cock of his; stiff and needy squirting his baby juice all over her cunt lips. Again, her hand slipped between her legs.

Beside her, Gavin began to snore gently.

Despite it being Sunday the alarm still went off and as usual it was Elaine that it awoke.

Gavin still lay on top of the duvet his cock had recovered and was sporting a fine morning erection. 

"Where were you last night?" She thought to herself as she slipped on her silk dressing gown. She knew that he would continue to sleep for at least two hours if she allowed him.

She quietly slipped down the stairs, not wanting to wake the kids, who took after their dad in the sleep department.

In the kitchen, she made some tea for herself. It was a beautiful fine warm morning and she elected to take her drink out to the patio. She sat down and sipped her tea. After a few minutes she heard a noise behind her, looking around she saw Louise waving to her over the fence that separated their patios.

"Pssssst." Louise hissed, in time-honoured fashion. 

Elaine scurried over to the smiling Louise.

"How did you get on?" asked her neighbour in a conspiratorial whisper.

"We watched the tape together in bed. The sight of you made him cum too soon."

"We watched it too; he kept rewinding the bit where you sat on my face. You didn't tell me I'd complained about not having had a good orgasm for a while."

"I don't know how I'll face Mike, knowing he's seen me like that."

"It's the same for me with your Gavin."

"We can't let on though, the tape is supposed to be secret."

"I know, pity though I can't remember Mike being that horny for a long time, though I'm pretty sure it was you he was fucking in his head."

"So you got a shag then?"

"He was like a teenager again."

Elaine quickly discounted the image of Mike prematurely ejaculating over her, as Robbie had a couple of days earlier..

Thinking of Robbie, Elaine's curiosity got the better of her. "Do you mind me asking? How big is Mike? You know, in the trouser department?"

"I don't mind, he's not very long, about so big," she held her hands about five inches apart, "but I can't get one hand around it, he's really thick. Makes sucking him bloody difficult he nearly dislocated my jaw once."

Louise looked at Elaine expectantly, "Well?"

"Well what?"

"Well how about Gavin? What's he hiding down there?"

"Oh, sorry, he's quite big I suppose, not massive about so big." The one that got away was about seven inches. "I can't close my fist around him but he's not as thick as you say Mike is."

"Is he intact?" Louise asked.

"How do you mean?"

"Has he been, you know; cut?"

Elaine shook her head, "No he has a foreskin, and very pretty it looks too."

"Mike's had the snip, pretty isn't a word I'd use for it, he can look quite intimidating, especially in the morning. Why do they always get such a biggy in the mornings?"

"Mike too, I left Gavin up there with a huge boner. Such a waste really."

Louise nodded. Then a thought seemed to gel. "Have you got any pictures of him? You know. Like that."

"Probably but he'd have them on the computer somewhere, I've never really been that interested in looking at them. Are you saying you want to see my husbands pride and joy? Shouldn't I be angry or something." She joked.

"You asked about Mike first, and a picture paints a thousand words. Mike's still in bed he always sleeps heavily after a shag."

"Gavin too. I'll tell you what, you could march a brass band through that room and he wouldn't wake up. He's a very heavy sleeper."

"Mikes the same."

They looked at each other, the same thought written behind their gleaming eyes.

"No, we couldn't, not really." They said in unison.

"Honestly he'll sleep for a least another hour, unless I go and shake him." confirmed Louise.

"Same with Gavin. But there's always a first time."

"Dare you."

"Double dare you."

"God I really feel like being silly."

"Me too, OK who shall we do first?"

"It's probably safer if we both go at the same time it'll be quicker and quieter."

"What go into your bedroom alone?" Elaine looked very worried.

"Yes, anyway you won't be alone; Mike and his trouser monster will be there." She joked trying to pile on the pressure.

Elaine's heart was racing; what if she was caught in Louise's bedroom in her dressing gown examining Mike's stiffy? There could be no excuse. She did not worry that Gavin would wake up for Louise; even if he did she knew he would not complain, but he would ask where his wife was though. The challenge had been made, and she was too curious.

"OK Lets do it." She said. "Come round to the gate." 

The pair slipped further down the garden and passed through the gate in the fence.

Louise also in a dressing gown hugged Elaine, "Last chance?"

"Just be quiet opening the bedroom door that's all." instructed Elaine.

"OK, see you soon."

The women laughed nervously and passed into each other's garden. Elaine headed straight for her neighbours back door. Their houses were of the same design and the internal layout was identical but a mirror image of her own house.

Inside the coffee percolator spat it's last few drops of water and made her jump. Down the hall to the foot of the steps. Slowly ascend, slowly, slowly, slowly. Stop and listen. Nothing. Passed the first door. Their son's room. Stop and listen. Stop outside the next room and listen, all quiet. Turn the handle and slowly push the door open.

After an age she was able to peak her head around the door. She could see Mike on the bed, his naked frame on its side with his back to her. "Nice bum" she thought.

Ever so slowly she entered the room, and took forever to creep to the foot of the bed. Standing this close she could hear his steady breathing, she relaxed a little, he was still sound asleep. "My God how pervy am I?" she thought, nevertheless she consciously wanted to take in the whole scene, she was aware that she would be fantasising about these powerful hips later on. She had never been so close to a naked man with this much hair, Mike was an ape. Her husband was smooth, Mike was not, she did not dislike it , it was just different, somewhat more intimidating. 

"Imagine that on top of you?" she thought. That was, after all what she was doing. She craned her neck to see the front of the human hairball but she would have to move further around the bed if she was to satisfy the burning question. Slowly she began inching around.

Mike suddenly groaned loudly and made to prop himself up on one arm, eyes shut, he proceeded to punch the pillow a couple of times then with it suitably fluffed he fell back onto it. He lay flat on his back arms out by his sides, legs straight out, feet pointing at the ceiling and between his legs quite a large portion of a donkey aiming at his chin.

Elaine had stopped breathing when he moved; she had almost wet herself when he sat up. She waited, still hardly daring to breathe, Mikes breathing steadied and reassured her that he was indeed still asleep.

Elaine regained control of her bladder and the butterflies in her stomach, landed.

His hair was not confined to his back; his chest was covered in a thick mat of dark wiry 'fur'. His groin carried on the gorilla theme, as did his legs. The darkest, thickest hair surrounded the pulsing man meat that throbbed in the middle of his powerful frame, its circumcised head dark purple glistened like a lighthouse candle.

She had never been one for muscle bound he-man types or the macho hairy ones, but she was wet between the legs for this one. In her mind, he had already fucked her last night, but he had been holding back on her, he had not shown her the fanny stretcher that was now on display. 

Elaine inhaled deeply replenishing her oxygen level. The room smelled of sex, she recognised the smell of Louise, he perfume, her sweat, her cunt? Maybe that was just imagination, but the remainder of the aroma was Mike, male sweat and musk.

She had seen enough, enough to know that at some point that cock would pound her mercilessly, even if it were just in her imagination.

"Time to leave." She thought.

She began inching towards the door, but something stopped her, she was not finished, she could not go yet, she needed something more. "What?" she thought, "what else?"

"Show him.," a little voice whispered in her head. Her heart picked up its pounding again. This was all going too far, but she refused to regret a missed opportunity later. Elaine slipped the knot on her gown and it slid to the floor. She stood naked at the foot of Louise's bed her erect husband spread out before her. Her heart was beating fast and the butterflies had taken off again. Elaine cupped her breasts then squeezed and jiggled them at Mike. She released her right breast, slid her hand down to her moist cunt, and fingered herself. 

"Enough." Said her crazy side. Her squelching fingers slipped from her vagina. In a further attempt to shock herself and Mike, she licked her moisture from one of her fingers. Then the true madness stepped in as she bent forward and touched the shiny end of his hard cock with her other moisture-laden finger, passing her cunt juice to his rubbery tipped monster.

"Leave now." Her reason returned.

Picking up her gown, she left the room.

Downstairs she replaced the gown and with her heart racing, she headed back to her own garden.

Louise sat waiting on their patio.

She stood up as Elaine returned.

"God I was getting worried, what happened, you took forever."

"Sorry I hardly dare move."

"Mission accomplished?"

"He's very hairy isn't he?"

"He's an ape."

"Big boy though."

"He takes some getting used to, I seem to remember. Your boy's a beauty, I bet that reaches the spot, and it's not too big to go other places either?"

"One size does fit all." Elaine giggled.

"Is your heart pounding, I know mine is, that was really exciting; pervy, but exciting."

"It was a lot of fun."

"So would you like to take a ride on the big boy some time?" Louise asked.

The direct question took her by surprise. Elaine went on the defensive. "No, certainly not, I couldn't, why would I want to?"

"Your gown is inside out."

"Is it?"

"It wasn't before."

"Why did you take your gown off Elaine? What did you get up to in there? Why were you so long?" Louise enjoyed making Elaine squirm.

"Bloody hell Louise when did you join the Gestapo?"

"Go on Elaine, come to bed with us."

"Mike put you up to this didn't he?"

"He did get very excited watching the tape. He's really desperate to see us going at it in the flesh.," confessed Louise.

"Would you do it if I returned the favour with you and Gavin?"

Elaine hesitated, "No, no let's just stop this now, I am not going to bed with your husband, I am not going to be unfaithful to Gavin."

"Shall I ask Gavin for you?" offered Louise.

"No. don't you dare mention anything to him." Elaine was getting very flustered.

"OK hun." Louise backed off, "I'm only teasing. I won't say anything to Gavin. I promised Mike that I'd give it my best shot, so I've done my bit. I totally understand, I wouldn't go behind his back either." 

Louise put her arms around her friend and gave her a reassuring cuddle. Elaine nestled her head into her lover's neck and kissed it, tiny little pecks with soft moist lips. Louise shuddered, her neck was very sensitive.

"Ohhh, ahhhh." Elaine kissed her way around Louise's neck and up her chin to the warm receptive lips that opened on contact. Louise extended the tip of her tongue; Elaine's met it. Gently and slowly, they breathed the same air as their tongue tips circled each other. Louise brought her hand up to cup Elaine's right breast, her fingers splitting around the hardened nipple. Elaine took a heavy intake of air. 

"I want you." She murmured. Her hand slipped between them and snaked through the flaps of her lover's dressing gown, her finger tips pushed between Louise's legs. Louis automatically shifted her weight a little to allow the intruders better access to her sex.

In the distance a car started. It brought Louise back to earth. She pulled away from Elaine, but still held her by the hips. "We'd better stop; we can't do this here or now."

Elaine knew she was right, early morning in the garden within sight of the neighbours was probably not the best time or place for their lesbian passion.

"When can we get together properly?"

"I don't know, Mikes in all day, tomorrow too."

Elaine could not hide her disappointment. Her sex life had gone from 0-60 in a matter of days and she could not wait for another chance to make love to a woman. She had promised herself that the next time she would take it slowly, she wanted to explore every inch of her lovers body. 

"Looks like it could be a few days." Continued Louise. "Tell you what, why don't you bring Gavin round to our house for drinks, it's time he and Mike got to know each other properly."

Elaine eyed Louise with suspicion. 

"No funny stuff, I promise. It's just that if they could be friends then you and I could probably spend a lot more time together."

"OK. But I'm so fucking horny for you I don't know if I can stand to be near you and not touch you."

"I don't suppose they'd complain if we put on a show."




Fantasies Fulfilled Ch. 12



Elaine did not know if Louise was kidding or not.

"There is no way Gavin would stand for that with Mike in the room. Please don't do anything silly tonight."

Louise laughed. "Don't worry Mike would murder me if I did anything remotely sexual in front of another man."

Reassured, Elaine came back to the real world, she suddenly felt a little chilly. "OK we'll see you later; I'll tell him to be on his best behaviour and not to mention the video."

"OK babe, see you later." Louise gave Elaine a long and tender lipstick coated kiss on her lips and returned to her own house.

Elaine went back to her kitchen and made coffee, which she took back to bed. Laying on top of the duvet in her dressing gown sipping from the cup and contemplating the naked frame of her husband. He lay in the same position that Mike had done, his cock thinner and longer bobbed against his abdomen. What really drew her attention was the bright pink band of lipstick around its tip. It was of course Louise's shade.

She finished her coffee and set the cup aside. She slid her gown off and moved down to Gavin's groin. "Better hide the evidence." She said to herself.

Gavin awoke in the best possible way that a man can wake, with a feeling of warmth engulfing him, his wife's mouth wrapped around his cock head and gently bobbing as her tongue swirled. 

He was about to say something but changed his mind, this just felt so good he did not want have to work for it.

As her husband slept, she sucked and licked removing the evidence of Louise's visit. Elaine got hotter and hotter between her legs. 

The evidence had gone and her husband still slept. "Waste not want not," she thought and straddled his groin with her back to him. She held his cock between her legs and slowly sank down impaling herself on his hard cock. She began gentle rocking motions with her hips, frankly she did not particularly want Gavin to wake, although she could not believe he had not already done so.

With eyes closed and fingers rubbing her clitoris she gentle rode the rod of man meat, in her mind it was Mike under and inside her. She concentrated hard and came with an intensity that surprised her. Daring not to cry out she bit her lip and panted shallow whimpering breaths her thighs shuddered. 

Gavin watched with bemused pleasure, as his wife's bum rose and fell and her cunt rubbed back and forth on his cock. It was more akin to masturbating than fucking. When the walls of her cunt grasped his cock in orgasmic spasm and she pressed firmly down spearing herself as deeply as possible, he came; her rippling cunt muscles milked the sperm from him.

Elaine gently lifted herself from his softening cock and silently crawled under the sheets; she felt a little ashamed but satisfied as well.

They both fell asleep again.

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Gavin had not been overjoyed to learn that he would be spending the evening in the company of his next door neighbour, a least not the male one. The neighbour who had arrived at his door the other day with the full expectation that he would be shagging the lady of the house. Of course he knew Elaine would never even contemplate sex with another man let alone a threesome with the ape next door.

However, he was intrigued to see how Louise and Elaine would be together, knowing what he did about them and of course, he had seen the tape, he knew something Mike did not know about their wives. He could at least sit and gloat through the evening, with the bonus that Mike would be paying for any alcohol that they consumed.

Next-door Mike was expressing similar feelings to Louise as her head bobbed back and forth on his cock. "They'd better bring a bottle." He concluded.

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A few hours later, they had showered and dressed. The kids had been bundled off to a friend's house for a long promised sleep over.

"You better get a bottle to take next door," Elaine called to Gavin, "and make it a good one, not that cheap stuff you keep palming my mother off with."

"I suppose," he muttered. He was not happy that Elaine had taken so much trouble getting ready when all he was wearing were clean jeans and a shirt. She looked fantastic. In a long cotton skirt and a white peasant looking top with plenty of cleavage on view. Her make-up was immaculate and she smelled of heaven. He picked up a bottle of his favourite Shiraz, "I don't see the need for all the effort, it'll be crap chat about kids or holidays and if we're really unlucky he'll dig out the scrabble." 

"Please, stop complaining and cheer up. Try and make an effort for my sake, for Louise's sake."

"I will, but don't blame me if the evening is a disaster, and if he tries anything on with you, just let me know, I'll punch his lights out the dirty git."

"No one is going to try anything on with anybody, we are just friendly neighbours doing what friendly neighbours do. Besides I doubt you would have much success punching Mike's lights out he is very muscular."

"Oh you've studied him then. It's not muscle it's fat. I could do him with one hand."

"Now you're being perverse."

"I didn't mean it like that. I simply meant..."

"Enough. Let's go." 

A minute later Elaine knocked on Louise's door whilst Gavin stood a few disinterested paces away.

Mike, dressed in trousers shirt and tie, opened the door, he was under strict orders to be pleasant. Having taken one glance at Elaine he was hardly going to be anything else. 

"Elaine. You look fantastic." He leaned forward to kiss her cheek and took in her cleavage on the way. His lips lingered on her skin and he inhaled her perfume. 

"Lovely." He murmured. 

Gavin coughed loudly. Mike briefly raised his eyes towards him, taking in the jeans. "You needn't have gone to all that trouble Gavin." He joked. Gavin thrust the wine bottle towards his neighbour. 

"Shiraz," Mike smiled, "very nice, mind if I put it to one side? I've just opened a box of red."

They all made their way to the living room, nibbles had been laid out. 

"Louise won't be a moment. Please help yourself, take a seat, I'll get you some drinks, a glass of red OK?"

"Whiskey, if you have it," replied Gavin.

Elaine gave him the look. 

"Red wine will be fine." She said. "For both of us, she added."

Mike retreated to the kitchen taking their bottle with him.

"Last we'll see of that." Said Gavin.

"Behave."

Louise entered the room looking radiant in a little black dress. 

"Hello Louise, you look nice." Gushed Gavin.

"Hi Gavin," she said as she walked straight over to Elaine and hugged her, "You look gorgeous." 

"So do you."

Seeing the two women embrace and briefly kiss, instantly gave Gavin a trouser problem. He put his hand in his pocket to rearrange his rapidly expanding equipment. 

Mike reappeared with drinks. They all sat, Gavin in a chair by the window, Elaine sandwiched between Mike and Louise on a large sofa.

"So what would you like to do?" Enquired Mike.

"Either go home or fuck your wife"." Gavin quipped to himself. 

"How about scrabble?" offered Elaine, just to annoy her husband.

"OK that will be good," agreed Louise.

Mike busied himself organising the board. There followed an hour of Elaine and Louise's small talk interspersed with arguments over the legality of words that Gavin wanted to play. Ultimately though he won through by finishing with "S.H.A.G".

"You can't have that." Elaine protested.

"Oh dear, even your wife won't let you have a shag." Tittered Mike.

"Surely it's slang", she continued.

"I'll let him have shag." said Louise.

They all looked at her, innuendos at the ready.

"It's a type of bird." She offered.

"Quite right and it gives me more than enough points to win, thank you very much."

Gavin's mood brightened a lot now that he had asserted his obvious mental superiority over Mike.

"Another game?" Asked Mike, he wanted revenge.

"Fine," said Gavin, "if you can stand the humiliation."

"Can't we play something else." Piped up Louise, "it's a bit boring having to think so hard, especially after all the wine we've had."

"What then?" asked Mike.

"Poker." Suggested Gavin. Gavin was good at poker. Actually Gavin was very good at poker.

"You are not playing poker here." Insisted Elaine.

"Poker's fine by me." Said Mike. He knew hardly anything about the game but he was not about to give Gavin the satisfaction of one upping him, besides his wife had just said it was not happening, so it was safe to offer.

"I'll get the Trivial Pursuit." Said Louise. "It's upstairs somewhere." 

"Do you need any help?" asked Elaine.

"No, but you can keep me company."

The women left the room hand in hand. Gavin and Mike both looked after them, similar thoughts going through their minds. 

"Give it five minutes then go upstairs to the loo", suggested Gavin's penis. "We're bound to catch them at it." His mouth continued.

"What?" Mike had heard Gavin say something but he had been too wrapped up in his own lecherous thoughts for the words to register.

"Nothing, nothing at all."

"Drink?"

"Please."

Mike left the room, Gavin was happy not to have to talk to him alone. He glanced down at his watch, two minutes had passed since the women had gone to hunt for Trivial Pursuit. Plenty of time for them to have embraced, kissed and be heavily groping one another. He climbed to his feet, to 'visit the bathroom', just as Mike returned. 

Mike held out a large glass of whiskey. "There you go, get that down you, I'm just off to the loo." He turned and headed for the door.

Not to be outdone Gavin leaped towards the door nearly spilling his drink. "I could do with a leak myself."

"Tell you what, you use the downstairs one," Mike suggested pointing to a door down the hall, "I'll go upstairs."

"I...I..." his brain deserted him and he trudged off down the corridor for totally unnecessary trip to the toilet, whilst Mike was on his way upstairs to catch their wives in a deep lesbian embrace and who knew what else.

Mike quickly slipped up the stairs and along the landing until he came to his bedroom door, it was ajar. Carefully he leaned forward into the opening, listening for any sound that his rampant wife and her lover would utter.

"Of course it still has baby sick stains on it..." said Louise.

"It's still a nice carpet though."

The door opened wide and Elaine carrying a familiar blue box almost walked into Mike.

"Ah.. you .. er.. you found it then.", the obvious was stated.

"Yes."

Down the corridor in the little toilet, Gavin was listening intently for his wife's inevitable cry of disgust as Mike forced himself onto her and his lesbian wife.

"Gavin? Are you finished in the bog?"

He flushed for effect and rejoined them as they sat around the now open board.

"Teams or individuals?" Asked Mike.

"Teams." Said Elaine

"Individuals." Said Gavin

"Ladies choice I think." Mike said, gently patting the back of Elaine's hand. "Would you like to be on my team?" He asked her.

"No," she replied, pulling her hand away from under his. "but you can be on mine if you like." Elaine grinned and patted his hand in return.

Louise looked at Gavin, "I guess it's you and me then."

"Don't sound so enthusiastic." He replied.

"Mike always wins this." She replied.

"Not tonight he doesn't." Gavin asserted, "we'll whoop 'em."

"Of course you will." Smiled Mike.

"Gavin does have quite a good general knowledge." Elaine commented.

"We'll see." Grinned Mike.

"At least our team knows what a shag is." Laughed Gavin.

"That's a matter of opinion." scoffed Mike.

"OK. How much do you want to bet that you can beat us." Gavin rose to the bait.

"Don't be silly." Elaine butted in.

"No, no it's OK, if your husband wants to lose his beer money, then I'm happy to take it." Mike replied.

Louise and Elaine exchanged looks of exasperation.

"It doesn't have to be money does it?" asked Louise.

"What then?" asked Gavin.

"I don't know, something else, something like.." she looked to Elaine for support.

"How about the loser mows the others lawn." Elaine suggested, she had been on at Gavin for weeks to do theirs.

"We don't have a lawn." Louise reminded her.

"A car wash then?" Elaine threw in. Gavin had not washed their car in ages.

Neither Mike nor Gavin were particularly keen on the suggestions their wives were making. 

" Shall we make it £10?" asked Mike.

"Why not £20?" bragged Gavin.

Elaine and Louise were not happy about the competitive nature the evening was taking.

"A kiss!" Louise almost shouted.

The others looked at her.

"What?" Mike asked, as if she had said something beyond reason.

"I'll give the winner a kiss." She explained.

Elaine smiled. "There, that's sorted then."

"Fine." Agreed Gavin as if he was giving in to an unreasonable demand, he almost succeeded in hiding the grin that wanted to burst across his lips.

A questioning look appeared on Mike's face. "Hold on. What do you mean you'll give the winner a kiss?"

"Don't you think my kiss is worth winning darling?"

"It depends what you mean by a kiss, Darling."

"A kiss. You know a kiss." Louise tried to explain.

"Are we talking a peck on the cheek or a full on snog?" Demanded her husband.

"Shall we just get on with the game?" Gavin interrupted, he did not want the prize to be taken from him.

"Just wait a minute," insisted Mike, "so when I win, I get a kiss from my wife but in the highly unlikely event that he manages to beat me, Gavin get to snog you?"

"Yes." She said.

"That's the way I took it." Gavin confirmed, he openly patted Louise's leg next to him.

"That hardly seems fair."

"Why not." Louise asked.

"Yes, why not?" Gavin was enjoying this.

"I can kiss you anytime."

"That's not very gallant." Smirked Gavin.

"How about you win a kiss from me if we win?" Elaine offered meekly.

"Now that's fair." Said Louise.

"Game on." Enthused Mike.

".... Hold on a second.." Gavin felt he had been cheated in some way.

"Just play." Ordered Elaine.

"You'd actually kiss him?" persisted Gavin.

"Of course. Why not?"

"Yes, why not?" asked Mike.

Gavin caught Louise's eye, she was obviously about to say the same thing. He picked up a card.

"What's the capital of China?":

An hour passed and it was neck and neck.

"Chemical symbol of Silver?" asked Mike

"This is getting boring, can't we stop?" suggested Elaine.

"Of course, you can forfeit if you like." Offered Gavin.

"We're not forfeiting anything." Insisted Mike.

"It is getting a little repetitive", commented Louise, who had refilled her and Elaine's glass at least three more times during the game. "We're even just now, how about we just call it a draw."

"Ag." Said Gavin

"What?" asked Elaine.

"Ag. The chemical symbol of silver is Ag. We win I think."

"No way. You're not winning like that. Either we stop and call it quits or we carry on to the end." Insisted Mike. 

"It's not so much the questions, it's the board and moving the little pieces." Complained Elaine. Louise nodded her agreement.

"OK. How about best of three? Ask us three questions to decide the winner."

"Three each or the same three?" enquired Mike.

"Either." Fuelled by alcohol Gavin was certain of victory. He had actually forgotten about the prize, he just wanted to beat Mike.

"Fine, three each, cards picked at random, category chosen by the questioner." Mike had also drunk enough victory juice to be certain of wiping the scrabble smile off of Gavin's face.

"Oh.. you guys just get on with it, I'll make some coffee." Louise stood up. Elaine joined her on the way to the kitchen.

Neither of the men really noticed their wives leaving, they were too busy psyching each other out with semi drunken stares.

"I'll answer first." Said Mike.

"How many pounds in an imperial ton?" asked Gavin

"Bugger!" said Mike:

In the kitchen Louise was filling the coffee machine. "It's quite sweet really."

"What is?" 

"Their childishness."

"Gavin has always been competitive."

"Mike doesn't like to lose."

"So are you going to kiss my husband?"

"I only meant a ... kiss."

"Show me what you mean."

Louise turned and held Elaine by the hips, and gazed into her eyes. "You really do look lovely tonight."

"So do you, I wish we could slip away and, you know. "

"I know. There will be other times."

"Can I have my kiss now?" asked Elaine

Louise brushed her lips across Elaine's with the merest of contact. Elaine shuddered as they shared a breath and she inhaled Louise's perfume. Elaine extended her tongue and ran the tip over her lovers lips, Louise in turn pushed her tongue across the tiny divide between them. Elaine let out a whimper and hugged herself closer to her friend. They kissed and hugged for several minutes, Elaine pressed her knee between Louise's legs and rubbed her thigh against her mound. Louise returned the pressure and they began a rhythmic dry humping. 

Elaine pulled her mouth from their kiss and inhaled deeply, "God, what are you doing to me? I'm so fucking horny."

"Me too, My nipples are on fire." With that Louise cupped her own breasts and squeezed as if relieving an ache. 

"We'd better go back in and see who the winner is." 

"If I have to kiss Mike, Gavin will have a fit."

"Likewise with Mike."

"We better make sure they both get their reward."

"So they both get a kiss, whatever, right?"

"Unless you don't want to kiss Mike? You really don't have to if you don't want to."

"Right now I'd kiss anything with a pulse, but it is just a kiss after all."

They carried the coffee mugs into the living room. Where the two gladiators sat facing each other.

"So do we have a winner?" asked Louise.

"If Gavin doesn't get this one you do."

Gavin looked a little desperate. "Don't rush me. I know this, just hold on a second while I think."

"What's the question?" Asked Elaine.

"Who was the second man on the moon?" repeated Mike.

"Buzz Aldrin" Elaine said without a thought.

"Buzz Aldrin!" repeated Gavin loudly.

"Well that doesn't count." Protested Mike.

"Course it does, I got the right answer."

"Only after your wife told you it."

"I'm sorry it just slipped out." said Elaine. "Anyway it doesn't matter, lets just drink our coffee."

"Ask me another one." Insisted Gavin.

"No, that wouldn't be fair." Said Mike.

"Oh for goodness sake. Will you two just relax, it really doesn't matter. Who are you trying to impress?" admonished Louise. "Tell you what Gavin, I'll ask you a question and if you get it right then I'll give you your prize. How about that?"

The men had forgotten all about 'the prize'.

"What about me, don't I get my prize? After all I did win the game." Mike grumbled.

Gavin was not about to let Mike kiss his wife. "You did not win, it was a spoiled game."

"Well you're certainly not going to get a prize for just answering one question." Mike argued.

"I've had enough of this." Elaine had her stern face on. "Stop behaving like little brats. No one's won, no ones lost, no one's getting a prize. OK?"

The husbands looked suitably admonished, but something in the way Elaine had just laid down the law in her best school teacher voice had set Mike's heart fluttering. He suddenly wanted his prize more than ever.

"How about one question winner takes all?" he suggested. He wanted his kiss and was even prepared risk losing to Gavin to get his chance.

Gavin on the other hand still just wanted to win. "Fine by me. Louise asks the question, fastest right answer wins."

"Fine." agreed Mike who suddenly could not take his eyes off of Elaine and her steadily rising and falling cleavage bunched tightly into the tight white blouse.

"No. I will ask you the question and you will both write your answers on a piece of paper, if you get it right you will get your prize." Insisted Elaine.




Fantasies Fulfilled Ch. 12



Again Elaine's assertiveness caught Mike's attention. He was very turned on by it. He was now watching Elaine's every move with growing interest. The actual meaning of what she had said hardly registered with him. 

Gavin was still involved in the gamesmanship. "So if we both answer correctly we both get a kiss? Then what? Is it a draw? I think we should carry on until one of us get a wrong answer."

"Gavin. Shut up. Louise get some pencils and paper. Mike give me that box of questions." They all obeyed. Elaine picked a card from the box and read the questions, she picked what she regarded as the easiest.

"Are you ready?" she asked.

Gavin looked across the table to Louise, who grinned back and blew him an exaggerated kiss. Gavin nervously looked at Mike to see what reaction that may have sparked, but Mike could not take his eyes off of Elaine. 

"Ready Miss." Stated Mike.

The others smiled at his joke. Mike was not joking.

"Who wrote Pride and Prejudice?"

She was surprised when the men did not instantly scribble the answer. Rather they both looked perplexed. Mike was the first to start writing he used his hands to mask his answer from Gavin, finished he turned his paper over and cupped his hands over it. Gavin sighed and scribbled something, he also turned over his paper but slid it across the table towards his wife. Elaine took the paper and held her hand out to Mike who reluctantly handed in his answer. Elaine nodded her thanks to him. She then examined the papers and was surprised to learn that both Mary Shelly and Anne Bronte had written the book not Jane Austen as she had so foolishly believed. She was touched by the fact that Mike had written the answer out in full, "Pride and Prejudice was written by Mary Shelley." She wanted to say "Ahhhh, Bless." But managed to keep a straight face.

Elaine silently showed the papers to Louise, who also remained stony faced.

"Well done boys, you both got it right. Go to the top of the class. Now can we end this farce?"

Gavin decided that enough was enough and honour had been satisfied. "OK. Can we watch some TV? There was a good film on tonight."

"Oh yes that one with .. what he called?" agreed Louise.

Mike looked bewildered. "What about my reward?" almost whispered.

"What?" asked Elaine.

"What about my reward? You said if we got it right we'd get our prize."

"You really want...?" started Elaine. Then she noticed the lost little boy look on Mike's face and this time she said it "Aaaahhhhh bless."

"It's only fair, I suppose." Said Louise. She leaned across to Gavin and before he could prepare, her soft lips pressed against his. "Mmmmmwwwaaaa" She exaggerated. Two seconds later she sat back.

The fact that his wife had just given Gavin an exaggerated peck registered with him, but Mike wanted a kiss, proper kiss."

Elaine sat close to him eyes closed, lips puckered. Mike cupped her face and leaned towards her, Elaine could feel his closeness but the kiss did not come. She opened her eyes and locked on to Mike's, who was looking intently at her with gentle eyes, a loving warmth hidden in their depths. He was savouring the moment. He moved his head forward and closed his own eyes. Their lips touched and slightly parted. The tenderness of his touch, surprised Elaine. This was a real kiss, a kiss from the heart, Elaine's eyes slowly closed and she leaned further into him.

Neither Louise nor Gavin had paid any attention to their spouses after Louise had given Gavin his prize. Louise was the first to look around at the lip locked pair. She was actually shocked to see her lover and her husband kissing so tenderly. Louise squeezed Gavin's arm, he looked around at her to see what she wanted, but she was not looking at him she was staring across the table. Gavin opened his mouth to protest at the prolonged assault on his wife. Louise quickly moved her fingers to his lips to keep him quiet. 

Across the table Mike dropped his hands from Elaine's cheeks to behind her head, he opened his lips a little wider, she did the same. Elaine was lost in the moment, she had been caught off guard by the delicate tenderness of Mike's kiss, she had no thoughts other than how very enjoyable it was. Without thinking that her husband or this man's wife may be watching she brought her hands up to embrace Mikes shoulders, simultaneously widening her mouth and slipping her tongue into his mouth. Almost imperceptibly Mike murmured approval.

Louise's mind was racing, she was fascinated by the kiss between the two people she had shared a bed with. Once again Gavin made to protest by grabbing Louise's wrist and pulling her hand from his mouth, but to prevent him spoiling the moment between her lovers, she once again covered his mouth with her own.

Gavin was confused, he could not believe the passion of the kiss across the table, it was almost as if Elaine was enjoying it. The fact that Louise was now rubbing her lips all over his, hardly distracted him from his wife across the table. He continued to watch the ever deepening kiss with ever growing disbelief. Why was Elaine not protesting?

Louise wanted Mike and Elaine to have as much time as possible, she had to distract Gavin. She took him by the wrist and placed his hand on her breast. Gavin got distracted. 

"MMMmmmm." he hummed. The thought that the merest of kisses could turn her on so much that she was gagging for him to fondle her tits did not come as a shock to him, but he was of course pleased. He continued to watch his wife being violated a few feet away, but contented himself with the fact that he was copping a feel of a willing partner whereas Mike was not. Gavin thrust his tongue through Louise's lips. Again he was one upping Mike, or so he thought, content in his delusion he closed his eyes.

Elaine and Mike's kiss reached a natural conclusion and they parted, looking slightly bewildered into each others eyes. 

"Where did that come from?" Thought Elaine. Suddenly she realised her surroundings and snapped her head around to look for Gavin. She fully expected him to be staring angrily at her, but no, he was snogging Louise and appeared to be fondling her breasts. The fact that Gavin cared so little for what she had just done angered her. She looked back at Mike who had also glimpsed his wife being groped by their drunken neighbour, but frankly he did not care. At that moment he was so massively turned on by the assertive Elaine that he would have let Gavin sell Louise into slavery if it gave him another minute in Elaine's arms. 

Looking straight into his little boy eyes, Elaine took Mikes hands and placed them on her breasts. She shuffled forward and they kissed again. 

"I'll show him." Ran through her mind.

Mike gently squeezed the wonderful orbs that she had made him touch. 

"Yes Miss." He thought.

Gavin was getting very exited by the feel and smell of Louise. Her breasts were softer and slightly smaller than his wife's, almost a perfect handful. Her extended nipples were hard against his palms. Of course he had seen them on the video but now he wanted them in the flesh. He glanced across the table to see Mike pawing at his wife's breasts. His face appeared to be buried in her neck, Elaine's head was tilted back to expose more of her neck to him, her eyes screwed shut in what Gavin took to be disgust, but what Elaine experienced as excruciating pleasure. 

Well as long as Elaine was not complaining too much he would allow Mike to fondle her breasts a bit, after all she was not enjoying it so it would not get him very far. Besides Louise was obviously massively turned on by his own expert technique. Gavin dropped his hand from Louise's tit and made a grab for her crotch.

Louise was willing to put up with Gavin's amateur night groping if it meant that Elaine and Mike could have a few more minutes together, the actual thought and sight of them turned her on a lot. But when Gavin made a grab for her skirt covered cunt she felt she had to say something. 

"Whoooaa, hold it mister, just hold on a second." She grabbed his wrist and pulled his hand away from her groin.

Elaine and Mike both looked across at Gavin and Louise. Gavin pulled back.

"Are you OK, what did he do to you?" Asked a reddening Mike.

"Nothing, nothing really, it's OK. I'm fine. I just think that we should think about this for a moment."

They all knew what she meant.

"Just what exactly is going on here?" she continued.

"You're right, we should stop," concluded Elaine, "it's all getting a bit out of hand."

"I just think we should talk about it a bit, before someone gets hurt." Added Louise.

Mike stared at Gavin, hurt was on his mind.

"The coffee's gone cold, I'll get some more." Offered Elaine and set off to the kitchen. Louise followed her.

Louise took over making more coffee. "That was pretty intense."

"You didn't tell me what a fantastic kisser your husband is." Said Elaine.

"He can have his moments, you certainly seemed to be enjoying yourself with him. What happened to I couldn't cheat on Gavin?"

"Well it's hardly cheating, he's in the same room doing the same thing to you."

"I have to tell you that I got so turned on when I saw you and Mike together." 

Elaine stood behind her and pressed into her back. "I'm glad you enjoyed it."

"What about Gavin? I saw him groping your boobs, it didn't take him long."

"Actually, that was me. I didn't want him stepping in to stop you and Mike, so I sort of came up with a distraction."

Elaine smiled "Oh well it's done now. Let's go and drink these coffees and make sure they don't kill each other."

"Is that it then?"

"What do you mean?"

"I just thought, perhaps, maybe that we could, I don't know, fool around a bit more."

"Fool around, you mean like we were just then?"

"Yes, sort of."

"But that just happened spontaneously and you were the one that stopped it."

"Gavin made a grab for my fanny."

"Typical."

"I doubt Gavin would go for it. You, me and him? Yes. You and him? Yes, Me and Mike? Not a chance."

"But would you like to?"

"I must admit that Mike was pressing the right buttons, it was so different with him to how it is with Gavin."

"I can imagine."

"So you'd like to get together with Gavin a little more would you?"

"Let's say I'm prepared to."

"It's all academic, I doubt Mike's overjoyed at Gavin feeling you up."

"I must admit I'm a little surprised at him, I think it's a case of wanting you more than worrying about what's happening to me. He's a big pussy cat really. You seem to have him wrapped around your little finger. You seem to be able to call the shots with him."

"We'd better go back in there before the fight starts." Said Elaine.

"OK. But listen, if anything else happens between us tonight it has to be down to us to call the shots. Right?"

"Louise, what do you want to happen?" 

"I'm not sure, I just got so hot watching you two kiss."

"We'd have to set some limits, or Gavin wouldn't go for it.."

They continued to mull it over.

Meanwhile after sitting in macho silence for several minutes Gavin and Mike had finally started talking. 

"Look we can just forget this happened." Gavin offered.

"Why did Louise shout at you to stop?"

"She hardly shouted, but to be frank my hand slipped and she thought I was, well, going places I shouldn't."

"Bloody right you shouldn't."

"You've hardly got the right to be angry mate, that was my wife you were munching on."

"I suppose."

"And you were giving her boobs a bloody good feel too."

Mike declined to mention that Elaine had placed his hands on her breasts.

When Mike did not reply to his latest accusation he lightened up a little, Mike was actually looking quite glum, Gavin felt almost felt a molecule of sorrow for him.

"They're bloody good tits though aren't they?"

"Damn right they are..." Mike responded without thinking.

They smirked at each other.

"You're right, how about we just forget it happened?" Said Mike.

"Fair enough." Gavin agreed, and held out his hand.

Mike took it and they shook. The mood lifted and they felt at ease.

"Louise's tits are very nice too." Suggested Gavin, feeling he should compliment her to Mike. 

"Thank you. Not as big as Elaine's of course and Elaine's a very good kisser."

"Do you think so? It's not something married couples do very much, kissing sort of falls away after a while. Marriage becomes a bit wham bam after a while. Or so we find."

"You're right there, it's hard to get excited about the same old stuff, a bit of variation does no end of good in the bedroom department."

"Thinking about it, I really miss kissing. You know snogging for hours on end like when your in your teens."

"Yes, then ending up with a hand full of tissues because she's padded out her bra so much." Mike laughed.

"It was harmless fun though, as long as her dad didn't catch you at it."

"Yep. Harmless."

Louise and Elaine carried steaming mugs into the room.

"Did we actually hear you laughing just then?" asked Louise.

"We may have had a snigger." Said Gavin.

"We were talking about kissing when we were young." Said Mike.

"I didn't think you knew each other back then." Joked Elaine.

"Very funny. No we were just saying that the kissing seems to go out the window when you get married. When we were young we'd snog for hours, a different girl every weekend." Mike explained.

"Well we're very pleased that you are able to talk about it like grown ups." Louise said.

"So just think that may be the last time we ever get to kiss another partner." Observed Elaine. 

"That's quite depressing thought." Said Gavin.

"Charming." Said Elaine.

"It's not that I don't love you or enjoy kissing you, it's just that it's always going to be the same. Doesn't matter how many stockings or maids outfits we buy our lips are the same."

"Half the fun was the differences." Louise commented.

They all solemnly nodded their agreement. They sat in silent contemplation for a minute, the same thought buzzing in each of their minds.

It was Elaine that plucked up the courage.

"Let's do it again!"

"OK" Mike jumped on the suggestion.

"Yep" said Gavin.

"Yes," agreed Louise, "but we better make a few rules or there'll be tears."

"Like what?" asked Gavin.

"Like what constitutes a snog?" she continued. "How far are we allowed to go? where do we do it? how long?" She had obviously given it a lot of thought.

They were all suddenly in a heightened state of arousal, which made the thought of how far to go a difficult one, no one wanted to set a limit too far or too near. To Mike and Gavin they thought the other should be limited to French kissing and feeling up the tits on the outside of the clothes. But they themselves did not want to be limited by such rules. Mike was prepared to overlook anything his wife got up to with Gavin as long as he could do as much to Elaine who he was now desperate to get a hold of. 

Gavin on the other hand was now getting to be an old hand at new sexual partners. So whilst he fancied Louise a lot, he was very jealous of Mike taking liberties with Elaine, however he took comfort in the fact that he knew that Elaine would not let another man get too far past just kissing her, such was her love for him. 

Gavin could be a real prat sometimes. 

"Well I think the obvious rule is no penetration." Suggested Louise.

Gavin and Mike looked at each other and smiled knowingly. The thought of stopping short of penetration was so much further than either of them had considered. Mike was pleased that he would may be able to go that far with the gorgeous Elaine, whilst he doubted Gavin would get too far with Louise. Gavin knew there was no way that his wife would let another man inside her clothing, but looked forward to taking as many liberties as he could with Louise.

"Very well" they agreed.

"I think we should all stay in this room with the lights turned down. I think it's probably safer that way." Said Louise.

"Agreed"

"When one couple stops we all stop, or if anyone feels they can't cope with it then just say so and we all stop."

"OK". They all nodded.

"Does this constitute wife swapping?" asked Elaine.

"I think the term would be soft swapping." Said Mike, he spent a lot of time on the internet.

"Sorry but I need the loo, don't start without me." Joked Gavin. 

"Me too."

"And me."

"Me as well."

They all trooped of to the bathrooms in turn. Partly through nerves and partly to 'freshen up'. Despite their talk of limits, each and everyone of them washed their naughty bits. "You never know." They all thought.

Back in the living room Louise turned down the lights so only a couple of small lamps were left on. They all stood nervously in the middle of the room. 

"Let's sit over here." Once again it was Elaine taking the lead, as she led Mike by the hand to one of the sofas. 

"I guess this is us then." Said Gavin pointing to the other sofa that was placed at right angles to the other. Louise nodded and sat down.

They all sat facing into the centre of the room each couple nervously eying the other. None of them wanting to make the first move for fear of appearing too eager to their husband or wife.

"This is strange." Said Elaine. 

"Mmmm" they mumbled.

After a further minute of embarrassed twitching, Elaine said "Gavin, why don't you kiss Louise?"

"OK. If that's alright with Louise." 

"Yes, fine." Said Louise. 

Gavin awkwardly put his arm around Louise and leaned in to kiss her lightly on her freshly made up lips. Louise reciprocated with small pouting kisses back. 

Elaine and Mike watched as their spouses began to make out. Their hearts were pounding almost audibly. Mike placed his hand on top of Elaines and gently squeezed it. "May I kiss you?" he whispered.

"Please." She replied, intertwining their arms in a tight embrace. For the first time Elaine felt the power in Mikes body, she had never felt so overwhelmed by another persons strength. Her legs turned to jelly as Mike kissed her open mouthed and thrust his tongue through her moist lips.

Louise opened one eye and watched her husband envelope her girlfriend in his muscular arms, and slowly lowered onto his back pulling her on top of him, their lips never separating. Elaine's ample tits squashed against his shirt covered chest. Louise wished she could join in.

Gavin continued to work his magic on Louise's lips, suddenly thrusting his tongue into her mouth. This move took her by surprise as she was concentrating more on her husband than the man clamped to her mouth. Louise pulled back a little.

"What's wrong?" whispered Gavin.

"Sorry, nothing, you're doing fine." She reassured him. Even Gavin could tell that he did not have her undivided attention. He pulled his head back to and looked over his shoulder at the other sofa.

Elaine's head bobbed rhythmically against Mike's whilst her hands fumbled to release him from the tie and collar around his neck. Mike meanwhile was firmly grasping her right breast his fingers pumping slowly around it. Elaine finally loosened the tie enough and pulled it up over his head, breaking their kiss and almost taking his nose with it.

"Let me." He whispered, and removed the tie and undid his top two buttons.

Elaine could see tufts of chest hair protruding over the material. She got an urge to run her fingers through it. She firmly pushed him down onto his back and began to undo the remaining shirt buttons. Mike raised his hand and continued to fondle her breasts and stared into her eyes.

"Fucking hell!" mouthed Gavin. He was very confused. Elaine seemed to be enjoying being pawed by the gorilla, in fact, she seemed to be taking the lead. Under him Louise shifted a little so she too could get a clear view of the other couple.




Fantasies Fulfilled Ch. 12



"Isn't she beautiful?" Louise murmured.

Gavin had to agree that Elaine at that moment look extraordinarily beautiful and sexy beyond belief. He realised that his confusion was caused by his lack of jealousy, in fact what he was feeling was an overwhelming pride. That gorgeous sensual creature just feet away from him was his wife and everyone in the room lusted after her.

Elaine and Mike were so wrapped up in their own moment that they were oblivious of their audience. 

Mikes breathing increased to almost a pant as Elaine pulled the now fully open shirt from out of his waistband. Elaine smiled down at him and ran her fingers through the thick mat of dark chest hair. Mike continued to massage her firm tits. She sat back a little and with one foot on the floor and the other on the sofa allowing Mike to lay fully down on the seat. She settled back down straddling his groin with her skirt covered legs. The lump she felt down there was enormous, and caused her to gasp. She gave an almost inaudible growl and ground her mound against his rock hard erection. Mike whimpered. Once again they began to kiss.

Gavin and Louise were transfixed. They actually separated and sat huddled next to each other holding hands.

Mike's fingers released their grip on Elaine's heaving breasts and began to fumble awkwardly at the buttons on her top. Elaine grabbed his hands to stop him.

"I've gone too far." Thought Mike and a look of sorrow briefly crossed his face.

The buttons were just for show, Elaine once more raised up still grinding her hips against his crotch and not once taking her eyes from his she pulled the top over her head. Her bra cover tits bounced back into place. 

"Fuck!" Louise uttered and released Gavin's hand to clutch at his thigh. Gavin did the same to hers.

Mike, once more raised his hands to Elaine's breasts but this time they felt softer even more pliable and her nipples could be clearly felt. He used his fingers to very gently pinch them. Elaine placed her hands over his and pressed them hard into her chest. Then without a second thought she pulled the bra cups up and over her breasts. Mike gasped as her tits burst into full naked view.

Louise grabbed at the rigid rod that stood vertically in Gavin's jeans and with her other hand she began to squeeze her own breast. Automatically Gavin cupped her mound and began to rub her through dress and underwear. Neither of them could take their eyes off of their spouses.

Elaine leant forward and rubbed her breasts across his hairy chest and up into Mikes face. Mike thankfully grasped her tits and began sucking hard on her right nipple, then changed to the left. Elaine groaned loudly.

Gavin urgently fumbled his zipper down, his cock was so hard it felt like is was going to snap. Louise automatically helped pull it from the confines of his jeans. In turn Gavin used his fingers to gather up her hem of her dress and slip his hand down her round belly under her tights and into her warm wet knickers. His fingers slipped readily between her sodden slippery vaginal lips, he curled his middle finger around and into her hot depths, while his palm rubbed against her needy clitoris. Neither had averted their gaze from the other couple. 

Elaine lifted her bum slightly and moved her hand between them and out of sight. Her fingers traced out the shape of the thick lump of man meat in Mikes trousers. Even though she had actually seen it before she was amazed at it's girth. Her fingers gently followed it's outline and as she reached it's large helmet she gave it a tight squeeze. 

Mike moaned "Oh God."

Gavin and Louise could not see what Elaine was actually doing but it was obvious. Louise pumped at Gavin's cock. Gavin squelched his fingers in the mush of her vagina his thumb pressed directly on her hardened little bean. 

Elaine pulled her tits from Mike's mouth and hands and kissed him open mouthed once more, their tongues clearly circling each other. Then she dropped her lips to his chest and began to slowly lick and kiss her way down his body.

Gavin and Louise practically stopped breathing as the scene unfolded before them, almost unconsciously they continued to masturbate one another.

Elaine's mouth reached Mike's trouser belt, again she sat back, this time her fingers expertly undid the buckle and the top button of his trousers. In open view of everyone she rubbed his hard cock through the material with the palm of her hand. Mike gasped for air through clenched teeth.

Elaine pulled down his zip and peeled open the front of his trousers. Released from the constraints of the trouser material his black boxers tented obscenely. Elaine grasped the cotton covered pole with her right hand and made to lift the waste band over it's throbbing head with her left.

Louise began to convulse. Her legs suddenly crossed over Gavin's hand, trapping his fingers painfully between her thighs. Her hips bucked violently back and forth. 

"Jeeessuus!" she squealed, "fuuuckkking Chriiisssst!." Her orgasm washed over her and she fell back still painfully grasping Gavin's manhood and panting for breath. Her hand clenched on her breast.

Elaine and Mike crashed to earth, suddenly reminded of the situation. Elaine instinctively threw her arm across her breasts to hide them, quite who from did not really occur to her.

Mike sat up and surveyed the scene a few feet away across the room. Gavin had his hand in his wife's knickers. She was openly holding what appeared to be a very erect penis that was actually quite a bit longer than his own.

He felt a sudden surge of anger. Not only had his wife opened her legs at the drop of a hat but his rival with the long dick had gotten her off in record time, plus he was getting a hand job from her, plus they had interrupted his own imminent experiences. Basically he was jealous and felt he had been robbed.

"That.. that..that's penetration, " he stammered, pointing at Gavin's hand immersed between his wife's legs.

Both Gavin and Louise felt shocked as they discovered that they were indeed holding each other in a most intimate manner. Neither of them recalled intentionally feeling up the other, it had just been a natural extension of watching the pair before them.

Realising Louise was squeezing his cock made it pulse between her fingers. Everyone saw the movement.

"For fuck's sake! Put him down will you?" Hissed Mike.

Gavin withdrew his damp fingers from between his hostesses legs. He just could not help himself. "Actually, I wouldn't call that penetration. It was only a finger." He held up the digit in question.

Louise jumped to her feet and stood between them, she knew Gavin only had seconds to live.

"Mike, darling, calm down. We will stop if it's upsetting you so much." She reasoned.

"Ha! That's fine for you, you just had a cum on Mr. Wonderful's magic finger."

"It had nothing to do with Gavin, it could have been anyone."

"Thanks a lot." Uttered Gavin, but he knew what she meant.

"We were both just so turned on by the amazing performance you two were giving." She continued.

"It's true mate," Gavin confirmed, "I don't remember ever seeing Elaine go at it in such a rampant way before. Not even with me. I couldn't take my eyes off of the pair of you."

Elaine had knelt behind Mike and begun to rub his tense shoulders, that and the complimentary explanation went a long way to cooling Mikes temper.

"OK. fair enough I guess me and Elaine were going at it a little intensely."

"I thought she was going to melt the furniture." Said Gavin, smiling directly at his wife, already he was looking forward to the fucking they would be doing in the very near future.

Elaine pulled her bra cups back over her breasts and stood up.

"I need a drink." She said as they all rearranged and replaced their clothing.

"Me too." Agreed Louise.

Once again the wives left for the kitchen.

"Bloody hell lover, you were really going at in there." Louise laughed.

"I don't know what came over me, I can't remember feeling that horny with a man, not ever. If you hadn't screamed I don't know what would have happened."

"Well the sight of you two together certainly sent me over the edge."

"It's alright for you, you got off. I'm still frothing. Elaine ran her hands over her breasts feeling her hard nipples. These feel like bullets."

Louise leaned forward and kissed Elaine. "My poor baby, I wish there was something I could do." Her hand slipped down between them to cup Elaine's sex.

Elaine pulled away. "Don't, it's not funny, I'm so fucking horny."

"Well we could always carry on."

"What? With Mike ready to rip Gavin's head off, I don't think so. I'm amazed that Gavin was so cool about me going with Mike. It's probably better if we quit while everyone is still breathing."

"The problem was we were all in the same room." Suggested Louise.

"What? Out of sight out of mind? I'm not sure Mike or Gavin would trust each other, or us to go off somewhere and stick to the rules."

"Well with you and Mike in the room I know I can't give Gavin the attention he needs because I'll just end up watching you two."

"At the end of the day we're all grown ups. If you don't mind what I get up to with Mike and I don't mind what you do with Gavin then it's really up to those two to sort it out."

With the women, once again out of the room the husbands fell silent. They both knew they were on the edge of something truly exciting or disastrous. 

"We ought to talk this through properly, or things could get very messy." Gavin suggested, surprising himself and Mike with the sensibility of his remark.

"I know; but it's difficult."

"You got that right."

"Let me just say that I love Louise and won't do anything to hurt her."

"The same goes for me and Elaine. But I must admit that life in the bedroom has been a bit dire up until recently."

"You mean tonight?"

"I mean a few things have happened of late that have relit the fires, for both of us. Our horizons have expanded a bit and I for one am willing to try some new stuff, I think the same goes for Elaine. At the end of the day I trust her."

"How did you feel watching me and her earlier?"

"Strangely enough I felt proud of her, she seemed to be doing a good job of getting you going, but it's me she'll be going home with. If you can understand that."

"I think so. I must say though, I felt bloody jealous when I saw you with your hand in my wife's knickers."

"Sorry about that."

"Forget it, I think the jealousy came from not having my hand in your Elaine's pants rather than anything you and Louise were doing. It's all a lot to get your head around. Especially when you've been drinking."

Gavin and Mike continued in this remarkably civilised vein building something bordering on a rapport that neither would have thought possible a few hours ago.

The women returned to the living room. Their husbands seemed to have declared a cease fire and seemed to be talking about their favourite videos.

"The quality was crap but ten out of ten for content." Said Mike.

"Which film are you on about?" enquired Elaine, she liked films and regarded herself as a bit of a buff.

"The one you and Louise made the other day." Replied Mike.

"Ah. You know about our little white lie then?"

"Yes, it turns out that you both made a secret recording and neither of you knew anything about it."

"We just thought it would be best if Gavin didn't know that you had seen Elaine naked doing those things." Explained Louise

"And I'm sure Mike wouldn't want Gavin seeing Louise like that... but we didn't want to keep our little romp a secret from our husbands; that would be like being unfaithful." continued Elaine.

"You're both so devious, no more secrets. OK?" insisted Mike.

"We're sorry." They agreed in unison.

Wine was once again handed out, and they sat once more on the sofas, this time with their own husbands and wives.

"Well at least we can claim to have done wife swapping, what do they call them?" Said Gavin.

"Swingers." Answered Mike.

"That's it, we're swingers." Gavin confirmed.

"A bit of a snog and a grope surely doesn't count, does it?" asked Elaine.

"It got me excited enough." Laughed Louise.

"While the rest of us sit here more frustrated than ever." Grumbled Mike.

"Don't worry," she said, "I'll take care of you later." Louise kissed her husband on the cheek. Mike put his arm around her and squeezed.

"We'd better be making tracks." Said Gavin, finishing his wine, he too wanted to be taken care of. 

On the other sofa, Mike and Louise were sharing a kiss.

"Throw a bucket of water over them," joked Gavin.

"Tonight has made me realise though, that we hardly ever kiss anymore." Complained Elaine watching the couple opposite.

"Oh for goodness sake, I would have thought you would have had enough kissing for one night."

Elaine pressed her lips to his.

Gavin briefly puckered up and pecked her back, but Elaine's lips persisted. Across the room, he could see Louise and Mike deepen their lip locked embrace.

"Round two." he thought and poked his tongue into his wife's mouth.



Fantasies Fulfilled Ch. 13



This chapter is a straight continuation of the previous one (12). You don't need to read the previous ones but I think you'd enjoy it more. 

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The two sets of husbands and wives continued their kissing and moved on to groping and giggling. Gavin was looking forward to getting his wife home and making love to her 'properly'. Elaine lay under her husband she was grinding her pelvis against his and enjoyed the feel of his hands kneading her covered breasts. She was particularly enjoying watching Mike do the same to Louise, Louise was making small whimpering noises while Mike nuzzled her neck and ear lobe. Louise returned Elaine's gaze.

Gavin had been holding back the urge but what with all the drink and the grinding of his wife's groin, he simply had to go to the loo. "I need to pee." He whispered in Elaine's ear. 

"You better go then." She replied, a little louder.

They disentangled themselves and Gavin sauntered off to the bathroom, leaving Elaine on her back with one foot on the floor. Elaine sat up and began rearranging her dishevelled clothing. Mike and Louise both watched as Gavin left the room. 

"Phew!" said Elaine with a smile. "You two should get a room," she joked.

Louise and Mike exchanged glances.

In the bathroom Gavin was having difficulties. He was bursting for pee but his cock was rigid. He looked at the ceiling which was in imminent danger of getting a urine bath. He tried to push the end of his cock down to point at the toilet but to no avail.  He looked around the room and his eyes fell on the shower cubicle, "Nothing else for it" he thought to himself and opened the shower door. Almost instantly his bladder let rip and a golden arc set forth from his penis and splashed against the back wall of the shower. "Ahhhhhhhh". After what seemed like an age, the flow subsided and his penis actually relaxed a little. He shoved it back in his pants and set about working out how to run the shower to wash away the evidence.

Finally, the deed was done and he exited the bathroom, he wanted to get Elaine home now, he was more than ready to take her to bed. He re-entered the living room to find is wife and Louise stood next to each other holding hands, Mike was still sat on the couch, he was looking at his feet. Elaine smiled at him as he entered. 

"Gav?" She said.

His wife only ever called him Gav when she wanted something. "What?" he asked suspiciously.

"Louise and I have been talking, and ...she would like to take you to her bedroom." The words ran out of her mouth quickly so as to get it over with. She felt like cringing but did not actually wince.

"Why?" He replied. It was the single most stupid question he had ever asked.

Elaine tilted her head to one side and raised her eyebrows, giving him the "Why do you think?" look.

"Ah!" He said as it dawned on him. He had drunk too much for his brain to process the situation. "What will you do while we're... while she's....?"

Mike gave a small sputtering cough, Gavin jumped and looked at him, as if for the first time. 

"Well, perhaps Mike could show me the spare room." said Elaine.

His alcohol soaked brain cells were now up to speed on the situation. He looked at Mike who continued to sit and examine his shoes. He looked at Louise who frankly looked fabulous and she pursed her lips and blew him an exaggerated kiss. He looked at his wife who smiled, tilted her head slightly to one side and shrugged her shoulders.

It was his decision.

That he wanted to fuck Louise was a no brainer, but did he want, or more correctly, was he prepared to let, Mike fuck his wife? Did she actually want to go to bed with another man? Could he bear to have another man know her that way? Despite his recent exploits the hypocrisy of his thoughts failed to register. The kissing earlier on had turned out to be fun, in fact he had been mesmerised and tremendously turned on watching Elaine bare her breasts to Mike, but this was somehow different, this was premeditated. 

"I'm not sure I could ....", he started.

Elaine held out Louise's hand to him. "Of course you could."

Robotically he took the offered hand. Mike exhaled a long breath as if he had been holding it.

"It'll be fun. I promise." said Louise, "Mike, why don't you show Elaine where the spare room is." 

"Sure", he said, and looked at Elaine, who smiled down at him. Elaine held out her hand to Mike who took it and stood up. Mikes eyes caught Gavin's and he gingerly nodded. 

Elaine looked at her husband, she could see the tense uncertainty in his face, she leaned her mouth to his ear and whispered, "I love you." Then a little louder, "Now go and be as good as I know you can be." She kissed his cheek.

Louise looked at Mike and Elaine, "Have fun." She said to both of them, and meant it.

Elaine led Mike towards the door. "Actually, I know where the spare room is. Come on you, get upstairs." Mike did not put up a fight.

Gavin watched as his wife climbed the stairs leading another man to a bed, to nakedness, to embraces, to kisses, to her cunt.

"Fuck!" he muttered.

"Hmmm. Sounds like a plan." Said Louise. Gavin did not respond. She squeezed his hand. "Hey, hello." Gavin finally looked away from the now empty staircase in the hall, and towards Louise.

"Doesn't it bother you?" He asked. 

She shook her head. "It really doesn't" she replied, "I love him, and I know he loves me. I want him to enjoy himself. As for Elaine? You know we have a thing going, and I care for her very much, so I want the two people I care for to enjoy themselves. Besides, it's a real turn on for me. Look we can stop this now if you want to. Or", she pulled his hand to her breast, "You can undress me and fuck my brains out." She moved his hand down her body to her crotch. 

Gavin looked at the hand, he looked at the breasts, he looked at the perfectly made up face. Louise really was very beautiful and she smelled of heaven.

"You helped me come earlier, the least I could do is return the favour." She said. Using her own hand to rub the front of his trousers.

There were two loud clomping noises from the room above them, unmistakably the sound of shoes dropping to the floor. They both raised their eyes to the ceiling.

"Come on Gav let's go make some noise of our own."

Gavin breathed out heavily through his nose. For once, it was his mind that was making the decisions not his trousers, but for once his mind and his cock agreed. 

"Take me to bed Louise."

She stepped in closer to him and lifted her lips to his. Softly they kissed, her hand still rubbing the front of his jeans, his cock hardening every second. She pulled away.

"Come on, follow me. She headed out the door and up the stairs with Gavin in close pursuit. He could not help feeling her bum as it wiggled up the stairs. 

Louise led him along the landing to her and Mike's bedroom. The door to the spare room was directly across the landing, it was closed. As Gavin entered Louise's bedroom, he heard a loud groan emanate from behind the closed door opposite. It was a man's voice and it sounded like it was having a good time. "Fuck!" he thought, and stared at the closed door. Louise took his wrist and pulled him further into her room.

"Never mind them." she said softly. "Come here and kiss me."

Gavin was feeling torn. If Louise had said that at any time in the past he would have been on her like a rash, but this was so different, his wife was just a few feet away doing God knows what to another man, he was being offered a winning lottery ticket but he was paying as much as he was going to win, and it felt too expensive.

Louise moved around to be in front of him, "How about I take your mind off things?" She dropped to her knees and began unzipping his jeans. A few seconds later they were around his ankles, along with his black briefs. The groan from the other room had drained the life from his cock. "Hmmm, I like a challenge." she said.

It was not so much her cold hands cupping his balls but a draft from the slightly open window that wafted across his bum that brought his attention to the room he was in and Louise massaging his almost flaccid cock. 

"Well," he thought, "if I'm going to pay this much, I'm going to get my money's worth." "Let me get these off." He said, and pulled away from her to remove the jeans and pants. His shoes socks and top soon followed, till he was standing naked before Louise in her bedroom. The only light in the room came from the landing through the open door. He moved to the doorway and closed it rather too loudly. Just as he did so, the other voice in the spare room uttered an "ooooooooh". He switched on the light.

"Do you mind if we don't have that on?" suggested Louise, "I'm a little nervous myself."

Actually he did mind, he wanted the full experience and fumbling around in a room with only a dim streetlight to illuminate things did not fit the bill. Louise was the best looking woman he had ever been with and he wanted to see it all.

"Fine," He said, and switched it off again.

He crossed the room to the bed, tripping on a pair of Mike's shoes on the way. He sat on the end of the bed, Louise, fully clothed, stood before him. Gavin pulled Louise by her hips close to him. She embraced his head and his face nuzzled her tummy while her breasts brushed the top of his head. He kissed her tummy; she was warm and smelled of expensive cosmetics. His hands wandered around to her bum cheeks and he gently massaged them. His cock twitched in appreciation of the feel of them. Louise bent and kissed the top of his head. "That feels nice." She said. Encouraged he moved his hands lower down to her knees and back up again this time under her dress. Feeling her firm nylon covered thighs, higher to her hot and still nylon covered buttocks. 

"I like tights." He said. 

"I could put on some stockings if you prefer." "No. I mean it, I do like tights."

"Not many men do, but they are practical."

"They are also easy to tear off." Gavin suggested.

"Oooo, you fancy that do you?"

Gavin quickly swung her around so that she lost her footing and sprawled onto the bed. 

"Yes I bloody well do." He said, and stuffed his hands up her dress to take a hold of the frail nylon garment. He managed to get a finger hold of the tights just above her pubic bone, and pulled until his fingers went through, loudly tearing a hole in them.

"Oooo, come on then mister caveman, do your worst." She giggled.

Gavin knelt above her and used both hands to rip his way to her silky black panties. 

Louise wriggled under his attack, she was actually getting very turned on by this brutish approach. Mike was always quite gentle and slightly in awe of her, so this made a surprising change. Gavin meanwhile buried his face between her legs and was openly inhaling the moist black gusset that separated him from her womanhood. 

"Ohh yes, go on, smell my pussy, you dirty man." She was not sure where that had come from, but, "what the heck" she thought.

Gavin did. He pushed his nose against the furnace hot material and inhaled. She smelled musky and sexy and ready. Using his fingers he pulled the panties aside, cursing the fact that the room was so dark. He extended his tongue and trailed it roughly across he swollen cunt lips. Louise grunted in approval. Placing his hands on her inner thighs he prized her open exposing her inner most secrets, her pink cunt glistened in the darkened room, he pushed his tongue into her wet hole and lapped at her moistness. Louise gurgled and hissed. His tongue moved its attention to her hard swollen clitoris and circled violently around it. His mouth covered her clit and cunt and he shook his head from side to side like a dog with a bone.

"Yes... yes...don't stop... yes" she yelped. 

Suddenly she convulsed pushing his head firmly away, but he pushed back, his tongue did not relent. 

"Gavin.. stop...please, I can't take anymore.. please... oooohhhhh. Fuck!" She shouted.

Gavin came up for air, but pushed a finger into her gripping vagina. 

"Fuck me, put it in me now!" She breathlessly demanded.

Gavin became aware that his cock was rigid and ready. He climbed on top of her, and used his hand to hold her panties to the side and guide it to her entrance, sliding it back and forth between her cunt lips to lubricate his engorged cock head. Having found his target he paused, savouring the moment. Beneath him Louise panted in anticipation. 

He tensed his hips and thrust forward slowly but strongly. His cock pierced her opening.

"Wait!" she shouted and pushed him over to one side.

"What the fuck!, Why? What's wrong?"

"Condoms!" She almost sobbed, "We need a condom." 

"Oh Christ! I thought you'd be on the pill. Look I'll be careful, I won't come inside you."

"Yeah right! Besides the way I was feeling a moment ago, I wouldn't have let you come anywhere else. Look I'll be right back, Mike has some in his wallet."

"Where's his wallet?"

"In his trousers of course."

"You mean .. in there?" He waved towards the door.

"Yes. In there." She rolled off the bed and headed towards the door.

"You can't go in there."

"Why not? Neither of them have anything I haven't seen before.?"

"But they're ... they're.. " He couldn't bring himself to say it.

"So were we a moment ago."

"Anyway, you can't go in there like that." He gestured towards her.

"Like what? I'm perfectly decent and they have both seen me looking far from that."

"Exactly!... You're still dressed."

"What?"

"You're still dressed."

"Well my tights might argue with that but yes I am."

"It won't look like I've... we've done anything." "Oh for goodness sake. Is this a macho competitive thing?"

It was. "No, of course not." 

He leaned over and turned on the bed side light, he was sick of talking to a shadow somewhere in the darkness. In the light Louise looked somewhat flushed and was developing a severe case of 'bed hair', her tights had a long ladder in them that reached her calf.

Louise smiled. "Would it help if I took my dress off?"

Gavin thought that a woman taking her dress off was always very helpful.

"It might." He said. 

Louise moved back to the bed, she noticed in the light that Gavin's cock was still hard, and despite the fact that she had seen it before, its length surprised her. "Undo me." she ordered, turning her back and lifting her hair to allow him access to the zip and tiny button. Gavin obliged, slowly pulling the zip down to her panty line.

"Thank you." She said. 

He couldn't help but insert his hands inside the open dress and reach around to her bra covered breasts. Firmly he squeezed them, nuzzling her neck at the same time. Louise breathed in deeply, she loved having her neck kissed, she loved having her breasts played with. "Hmmmmm" she mewed. Gavin began raising her bra over her tits and she remembered what she was supposed to be doing. With his hands still fumbling at her chest, she managed to shuffle off the dress. Gavin gave up trying to lift the bra. Louise turned to face him; one tit, complete with very extended dark pink nipple, was uncovered whilst the other remained firmly in place. 

"Will I do now?"

Gavin looked her up and down, close up it was apparent that her makeup was smeared, her tights were torn to shreds, her knickers were still over to one side exposing her protruding cunt lips, his gaze came to rest on her exposed breast hanging out of her disarrayed bra, he licked his lips at the sight of her long erect nipple. She looked like a rape victim.

"Perfect." He said.

Louise padded across the room, and opened the door; two more steps took her to the spare bedroom door. She paused momentarily, listening for any noise coming from within. She did not want to knock; frankly she wanted to catch the pair 'at it'. It amused and aroused her. Carefully and quietly she opened the door wide.

Gavin remained on the bed from where he could see all the way into the opposite room. He heart was in his mouth as Louise opened the door, he was both sacred and desperately curious of what was occurring in that room. 

The first thing he noticed was that the light was on. The second thing was his wife, who was on a bed, naked from the waste down, upright on her knees facing away from him she was sitting astride a gorilla's face. The third thing, was the gorilla, which was lying flat on its back legs hanging over the end of the bed, it was wearing socks but nothing else, it appeared to be playing with the tube from a toilet roll. It slowly dawned on him that the tube was actually Mikes penis. "Fuck!" he mouthed silently. Elaine was gyrating her pelvis rubbing her cunt on his face and making small grunting noises. Louise entered the room fully and Elaine snapped her head around.

"That looks like fun." said Louise, "I'm really sorry to disturb you but I need Mikes wallet."

There was a muffled noise from the gorilla. Elaine raised herself a little so it could speak. 

"Why do you need my wallet? He's not charging you is he?"

"No darling, I need some thingies."

"Oh, I see." the gorilla didn't sound overly happy about that. "My trousers are over there." A hairy arm waved in the direction of a chair. Louise retrieved the 'thingies'.

"Are you two ok?" Elaine asked Louise, but turning around so that she could see Gavin in the other room. It was a shock to see him naked on another bed watching as she sat on another mans face.

"Very OK thanks" said Louise.

Elaine lifted a leg that allowed Mike to shuffle out from under her crotch. Mike avoided looking at Gavin but when he saw his wife's state of dress he glared at him. "What the hell's he done to you?"

"Nothing, I didn't enjoy, darling. Now why don't you carry on with what you were doing?"

Elaine gave Gavin a little wave. Gavin nodded his head in acknowledgment. Gavin felt like he was in a dream, this was all too weird. Louise wiggled out of the spare room. "If you wear him out Elaine, you know where I am" she winked. Elaine smiled; the thought of being sandwiched between the husband and wife pair aroused her more than a little.

"Yes" said Elaine.

Louise returned to Gavin, closing the doors behind her.

"They seem to be getting on OK." She said.

"Hmm"

Louise climbed onto the bed; she tossed the condom packets on the pillow. She pulled off her ruined tights, unsnapped her bra clasp, shuffled it off and rearranged the gusset of her knickers into a more comfortable position. "Now where were we?" she said in a slightly husky voice.

They lay on their sides facing each other, arms intertwined and kissed, long and deep. Louise felt his hardness pressing her abdomen and reached a hand down to grasp him firmly; slowly she pumped his cock making low murmurs of approval. Gavin rocked his hips, thrusting his cock harder between her slender fingers. Still they kissed, tongues wrestling in and out of each others mouths. Gavin squeezed her breast pinching the elongated nipple firmly, Louise mewed her appreciation. Finally he broke their kiss and moved his lips to her engorged nipple which he suckled on, still she pumped his cock, her other hand ruffling hair on the back of his head as she pulled him closer to her excited teat.

"Oooh fuck, yes, suck my tits, suck my tits, you filthy boy" The words turned him on more and he sucked harder, harder than he would ever have dared do to Elaine.

"God! My cunt's on fire, suck my tits Gav." Maintaining the lip lock on her long excited nipple, Gavin stretched out his arm to feel her hot, well trimmed cunt. His fingers easily slipped between her swollen lips and her wetness was instantly apparent. He rubbed her clit with his lubricated finger; Louise drew a sharp breath through her teeth and grasped at his hair.

"Lick me there... please... lick my cunt."

Pulled away from her and switched ends aligning his face with her hot cunt. The intoxicating smell of her sex filled his nostrils and he buried his face between her legs. Louise regained a hold of his erection, now at eye level with her. As Gavin licked at her clitoris she pumped his cock with a vice like grip. Momentarily Gavin removed his lips.




Fantasies Fulfilled Ch. 13



"Suck me... suck my cock, you dirty bitch." He was shocked at the words his mouth was uttering but Louise eagerly obliged by clamping her lips around the swollen head of his penis and began bobbing her head. They were still on their sides and Gavin wanted better access to her wetness. Skilfully he manoeuvred under her, neither released their contact with the others sex but they ended in a full sixty-nine. Gavin lapped at the hardened clitoris before him, he inhaled the intoxicating smell of her sex, he pushed and rubbed his face into her molten wet lips and slit, he licked the length of her cunt and up to her puckered brown hole. He probed her arse with his tongue; he wanted to know every intimate detail of his long lusted after neighbour. Louise could not believe how good her cunt was feeling, she could not concentrate on the rigid cock that slapped around her face. All she could do was hang on as the waves of pleasure passed from her cunt to her brain. She couldn't believe that she was actually letting this man do what he was, the whole thing, the whole scenario was such a turn on, knowing her husband was just a few feet away fucking another woman was so fucking sexy. She gasped as Gavin slipped a finger part way into her bum and clamped his lips to her clit, it threw her over the top, and she came with a guttural scream, so loud that they must have heard it in the next village. Involuntary convulsions drove her hips forward and down, grinding her pulsating wet cunt onto Gavin's face, rubbing her free flowing cunt juices across his face. Gavin could not draw breath but did not care, this woman was so reactive to his touch he revelled in her animal enjoyment. A full thirty seconds passed before Louise relaxed her body, she flopped forward resting her whole weight on his body, her thighs trembling with the aftershocks of her climax. She panted short rapid breaths, her breasts squashed against his abdomen, her dripping cunt just below his chin, her soft buttocks quivering.

"Fuck" She said softly.

After a few more moments Gavin felt her raise herself a little and heard the sound of tearing paper followed by the feeling of hands firmly clasping his cock. Louise expertly unrolled a condom down the length of his shaft, taking care not to entangle his pubic hair at the base. Louise rolled off of his sweat covered body. And lay on her back. 

"I need you in me. Now" She demanded.

Gavin did not need asking twice. Kneeling between her open legs he aimed his latex covered manhood at her gaping hole. Her cunt was almost dripping with her juice and his saliva. Lifting her legs he pushed forward and entered her quickly and easily thrusting his entire length into her in one urgent push. His length surprised her, Gavin's cock reached deeper than her husbands her cunt walls easily adjusted to tightly grip his thinner girth.

"Aaaahhh" the both exclaimed.

Louise rested her legs against his shoulders and he began to slowly thrust in and out of her slippery love tunnel.

Louise grunted with each inward thrust.

"Fuck me, fuck me." Louise ordered, Her cunt contracting around his hard cock,

Gavin quickened his pace thrusting harder and harder, Louise's tits flopped back and forth almost hitting her chin, Gavin grasped them in his hands and squashed them hard in his grasp. He leaned forward Louise was doubled up under him, her head was shaking from side to side, her eyes closed her mouth muttering words of ecstatic filth. Gavin's mouth found hers and thrust his tongue between her lips, he wanted to envelope his entire being inside her.

He fucked her harder and harder, her hips rising to meet his every cunt pounding thrust. Under him Louise was whimpering into his mouth. 

She pulled away from his kiss.

"Come in me, give it to me, come in me." She pleaded. 

With a couple of deep hard thrusts, Gavin obliged. His cock pumped out its stream of white fluid. His body was rigid with the sheer pleasure that was passing through his cock head.

"Good boy, good boy, let your spunk out." Louise whispered, sounding almost motherly.

Gavin slowly pushed himself to a kneeling position, his softening cock still inside his neighbour. He looked down trying to make a mental photograph of the sight of her naked and spread out before him. She truly was very beautiful, maybe even more so now that her makeup was smeared and her body was wet with sweat. The look of sheer contentment on her face was unmistakable. Carefully he held the condom in place as he withdrew his penis. Removing the condom, and tying a knot in the end he was surprised at its weight and the sheer volume of fluid within it.

"Phew!" was all he said. They smiled at each other.

"That was intense." She said, "Thank you."

Gavin could not remember a woman thanking him for fucking her before. He beamed at her.

"It's a pleasure." He smiled, and flopped down next to her. They faced each other and hugged, a sticky sweaty hug, and exchanged gentle kisses and murmurs. Gavin could not resist feeling and stroking her breasts, he wanted to make the most of this moment, he doubted it would happen again.

They were disturbed from their mutual admiration, by a low muffled moan from the direction of the door, it was a mans voice. Having had his lust satisfied, albeit in a spectacularly fabulous manner, Gavin felt a huge pang of jealousy, another man was taking, and more painfully to him, giving, pleasure to his wife. The concerned look on his face did not escape Louise. 

"Are you OK?" 

He was not. "Yes, I guess so." He said.

Gavin actually wanted to go and drag Elaine from the other room and take her home.

"No you're not." She replied.

Louise jumped up off of the bed and padded across the room to the door.

"What are you doing?" Gavin asked.

"I think it's probably worse for you, not knowing what's going on in there. I do understand how you feel. I'm just able to turn it around in my head, and get turned on by it rather than let the jealousy kick in. She does love you; you know that, this is all just for fun."

"I think maybe it's a bit different for a man."

"Maybe but Mikes a man too" With that Louise opened the door and went to the spare room door opposite. She tapped on it but didn't wait before opening it wide.

Gavin did not want to look he was scared of what he would see, but his brain let him down and his eyes remained staring towards the bedroom opposite. All he could actually see was Louise's fabulous bum and back blocking his view.

"Sorry to interrupt you guys," she said softly, "but Gavin and I were wondering if you'd like to join us in the big bedroom.?" She took a step aside and held an inviting arm out towards the bed that Gavin was on.

Her question barely registered with Gavin. He could now see into the other room. His wife was on her knees beside the bed, the gorilla was sat on the edge of the bed, his thick purple headed cock squeezed between his wife's breasts, she was giving him a tit wank. As his eyes focused on Elaine's breasts he realised that actually it was more accurate to say she had given him a tit wank, large blobs of sticky white semen adhered to her nipples and neck.

Elaine was looking directly at Gavin, uncertainty was written across her flushed face, even though this had all been done through agreement, she still felt a huge pang of guilt like she'd been caught in the act by an unsuspecting husband.

"I'm not sure," Elaine glanced at Mike, "I think we were about to get dressed again." She found herself saying.

Mike was looking at his wife. Louise looked like she had been given a damn good seeing to. Her hair and makeup were a mess, her chest had a healthy tell tale blush, her nipples were rock hard and her thighs were reddened.

"Oh, I was hoping we might make a night of it." Said Louise. 

Elaine used Mikes knees to push herself to a standing position not knowing that a long string of spunk dangled from her hard pink nipple. Gavin looked at the uncertain naughty school girl look she had written on her face and the swinging strand of jizz struck him as quite comic, he smiled. He did not think further than the outward appearance; he did not find the fact that his wife had another mans come on her tits very amusing at all.

Elaine wanted to go and hug her husband. She wanted the reassurance that everything was OK. She skipped across into his room, the white string swaying hypnotically. Gavin climbed off the bed. "What do you think?" she asked before she reached him. She opened her arms to embrace him, Gavin held out his hands to fend her off, a quizzical look crossed her face. Gavin motioned to her semen covered chest. He was not desperate to have Mikes come rubbed on his body.

"Oh!" She said, "Sorry, I forgot".

Louise followed her into the room and retrieved some tissues from a box on the dresser. "Here, let me." She said, and began wiping her husband's come from Elaine's tits. "What a messy boy." She called out to her husband.

"What do I think about what?" asked Gavin.

"Making a night of it?" said his wife. Louise wiped the last remnants of evidence from Elaine's neck, and planted a small kiss there. 

"All done" interrupted Louise, tossing the tissues towards a small bin in the corner.

Gavin was torn. It was going through his mind that Mike might not have actually fucked his wife. He could call a halt now and get out ahead, knowing he had given Mike's wife a very good seeing to. On the other hand he quite like the idea of spraying his seed over Louise as a sort of payback, after all, all he'd done in that department was to fill a rubber balloon.

"I'll get some wine," said Louise, "while you guys make up your minds, but I'd quite like to go again with us all together. So I can make sure he's behaving himself." She nodded to Mike who was now standing in the doorway. Louise pushed past her husband, kissing him on his cheek as she went.

Gavin looked at Mike, his powerful hairy body complete with limp but still impressive dick, filling the doorway. "What do you think?" he found himself asking.

"I think the ladies should decide." Mike chickened out. He had been shocked by the scream that his wife had made; frankly it had dampened his and Elaine's own moment. Thinking that Gavin was giving his wife that sort of pleasure had un-nerved his own confidence. The scream had happened just as he was about to enter Elaine and give her the fucking of a life time, with the effect that it had softened more than just his ego. He wanted a re-match, especially as he had just spied a spent condom on the bed, bulging with Gavin's come.

Elaine finally hugged her husband. "Well?" He asked her.

"I'm willing if you are." She replied. Actually she was really hoping that the answer would be yes, having got past the initial worry of what her husband might do or think, she was back on track, she needed a fuck, an exotic fuck, either with another man or with her husband in the same room as Mike and Louise. She had actually been quite sorry when Mike had come on her tits, she was hoping for so much more. 

"OK" Gavin heard himself saying.

Elaine smiled, and turned to Mike, "If that's OK with you Mikey?"

Mike looked at Gavin, not sure how he should appear to react in front of her husband. "It would be good to carry on." He said. 

Elaine still hugging her husband stretched out her hand to Mike, who hesitantly walked across the room to take it in his. Elaine let go of her husband and taking Gavin by the hand she leaned towards Mike and kissed him passionately on the lips.

Gavin was not sure where to look, so continued to stare at the pair as they shared tongues, his wife still squeezing his own hand. Mike put his own arms around Elaine and hugged her to him. Gavin observed as her heavy breasts squashed against this other mans chest. He did not feel like relinquishing ownership just yet and ran his other hand over her shapely bum. Elaine adjusted her stance a little by open her legs a little and pushing her bum back towards his touch. Gavin ran his hand under her cheek and slipped his fingers between her legs. He found her to be as wet as he had ever experienced, and his fingers slipped easily inside her. Gavin was wondering if this juice was just his wife or a mixture of hers and Mike. He withdrew his hand and looked at it. His fingers glistened with the clear womanly moisture from his wife's cunt. Satisfied that it was pure female, he released his other hand from Elaine's grip and knelt behind her, burying his face between her buttocks. Elaine wrapped both arms around Mike as they continued to kiss, but pushed her rear firmly against her husbands face. Gavin grasped her hips and extended his tongue, licking her dark purple arse hole and as far towards her cunt as he could manage. Elaine moaned into Mike's mouth.

Mike grasped one of her tits in his hand and began rubbing her clitoris with the other. His cock hardened.

"I see we have decided." said Louise, re-entering the room carrying a bottle of wine and some glasses.

The three did not stop to acknowledge her. Mike began to slide his fingers along Elaine's slit, momentarily touching Gavin's outstretched tongue. Elaine began to grunt and rocked her hips back and forth against the onslaught of fingers and tongue.

Louise deposited her drinks on a small table and took up position next to Elaine, bending her head to suckle at the one free breast that jutted out between Elaine and Mike's embrace. This was too much for Elaine, she broke the kiss and wailed uncontrollably "Ooooooo...... Oooooh... fuck! Yes.... Yes". Mike kissed her neck as she came, bucking her hips back and forth, her legs trembling and shaking, she over balanced and fell across the bed face first, her bum quivering in the air, her feet still on the floor. "FUCK ME.... Fill my cunt!!" She demanded. Gavin and Mike looked at each other, not sure who she was asking. Both were more than ready to fuck her.

"Go on then Mike." Louise suggested, "It would be rude not to oblige your guest."

Gavin looked on, breathless with what was about to happen, as Mike lined up his monstrously thick penis with Elaine's gaping red cunt lips, briefly rubbing the dark purple head along the wet slip to lubricate himself. Mike looked at Gavin, and thrust slowly forward, stretching her cunt wide as he pushed his entire length into her sopping wet love hole. Mike growled as he felt the tightness of her cunt walls. 

Gavin watched, wide eyed at his wife's quivering buttocks pushing back towards the thick intruder, deeply impaling herself on the solid rod. 

"Fuuuuckkk!" she uttered.

Mike grunted in animal lust and smacked her buttock hard, leaving a reddening mark. Then he grasped her hips and began to thrust back and forth, short sharp motions, intended to let her know who was boss. 

"Ahhh ... ahh....ahhhh" she moaned.

The smack had surprised Gavin, so did the next one and the next. His wife was being used and abused just inches from him, and she seemed to like it. Mike's face contorted in animal lust as he hammered his thick cock in to Elaine. 

Louise meanwhile stood behind her husband egging him on.

"Go on babe, really give it to her, stretch her wet cunt."

She moulded herself to her husbands back matching his thrusting movements, grinding her mound against his taught hairy buttocks. She looked at Gavin and pouted her lips and partly closed her eyes, imagining she was fucking Elaine.

Gavin stared on in disbelief. Elaine pushed herself up so that she was resting on her outstretched arms, her large tits swinging back and forth with each thrust of the hard cock that was filling her cunt.

"Come on ... give it to me.... Fuck me..... harder.... harder.... fuck my cunt..", she challenged. She looked back over her shoulder towards her open mouthed husband, and grimaced, her face contorted in pure sexual frenzy.

As the sweat began to build on Mike's face and body, Louise removed herself from his body, moved to push Gavin onto his back across the bed, he came to rest next to his grunting wife, who looked down at him and managed to silently mouth "I love you", her face scarlet and the blood vessels clearly visible around her temples, her eyes wide bulging in disbelief at the ferocity of the thick cock pounding her little pussy was receiving. Her tits continued to swing back and forth. Gavin reached out and squeezed one. 

Louise meanwhile had walked around the bed to face her husband, she clambered across on her knees and planted her sopping wet cunt on Gavin's lips.

"Look at him eating me babe." She goaded. "He's got his tongue in my cunt. Hmmmm... it feels so good. Do you like the taste of my pussy Gavin?" 

Gavin mumbled a "Uh huh".

Mike picked up the pace thrusting harder into Elaine. Louise leant forward and grasped Gavin's rigid cock. 

"Look how long his dick is, " said Louise, "so long and hard..." She began to pump Gavin's cock with her fist. Mike was overcome with lust, he pulled roughly out of Elaine and firmly flipped her onto her back, her legs wide open in the air and her tits spreading out to the sides. Mike held her ankles and thrust heavily back into her sopping vagina, emitting a deep growl as he did so.

Elaine let out a high pitched whimper of shock and submission. She panted, short shallow breaths. She was now able to see Louise rubbing her hairy cunt on her husbands mouth, see her pumping his hard cock. She reached out and took his hand, squeezing it hard, Gavin squeezed back.

Louise continued to grind her swollen, excited sex against his face. Gavin actually found it hard to breath but the feeling building in his cock far outweighed his need for oxygen, especially when the fingers around his shaft squeezed harder and more firmly, more expertly.

"Come on big boy, come in her cunt. Give me something to lick out." Gavin heard Louise tell her husband. The bed began to shake more violently; the pumping hand on his cock became more urgent. 

Louise relented and lifted her pussy slightly from his mouth, giving him a view of her glistening clitoris, and further away, Mike's face, as he unloaded his balls into Gavin's whimpering wife, with a guttural shout. It was all too much and he let his own load go in a fountain of sperm, the hand on his cock expertly milked every last string of cum from his balls.

Louise pushed herself back away from his head and leaned over towards Elaine fondling her tits with both hands and kissing her on the lips.

Still the hand grasped Gavin's cock. He had a stupid grin on his face, he had seldom received a hand job, and that was the best ever. That was when it dawned on him.

Louise was fondling Elaine's tits with both hands.... "Fuck!" He said and thought. He raised his head and looked down at his crotch; Mike's cum covered fingers were still wrapped around Gavin's quickly shrinking cock. Mike was staring at his handy work.

"Fuck!" said Gavin again.

With a smile, Mike released his grip and wiped the sperm covering his hand across his own hairy chest. He withdrew his own softening cock from Elaine whose cunt walls contracted quickly forcing a loud farting noise to emerge.

Louise laughed. "Well done babe, two at once.... What a clever boy." 

Elaine was unaware of the 'male bonding' that had gone on. She just panted heavily, trying to catch her breath, her breasts heaving and glistened with sweat, a red blush across her chest giving proof of her orgasms, she had lost count of how many. Still she held her husbands hand.

"Did you enjoy that?" Louise said. "Oh gosh ...yes" said Elaine.

"Weird..." was all Gavin could say.

Neither of them aware of who the question was aimed at.

"Fantastic" answered Mike.

Gavin did not know what to think.

Louise was the only one not to come and was still as horny as ever. Watching her husband fuck Elaine while he wanked Gavin had been both extraordinary and unexpected, but she had found it massively arousing. 




Fantasies Fulfilled Ch. 13



"Well I guess you guys are out of it for a while, so it's down to us girls." With that she straddled Elaine's head and buried her own face between Elaine's thighs, sniffing and licking at the well fucked, sperm laden cunt that nestled there.

"Hmmm... yummy." She said.

Elaine was too exhausted to react. Above her, Louise's long dark cunt lips tremored and glistened. She summoned up the strength to gently stroke Louise's leg. She rolled her head to the side and looked at Gavin. He was still looking down his own body, trying to get his head around what had just happened. She was still holding his hand.

"Let's give it a few minutes and you can return the favour." Mike said, flicking his soft penis with his hand.

Gavin realised that it was him that Mike was talking to. 

"Fuck OFF! No way." his brain said, his mouth translated it into a grunt.

Desperate to reinstate his heterosexual credentials Gavin's attention turned to the naked women by his side. Louise was on top in a sixty nine position with his wife, but Elaine was to wiped out to be giving her any mouth action. Gavin stroked Louise's rear and roughly slipped a couple of fingers into her gaping cunt. Louise grunted in appreciation. 

"I need a shower." Mike slipped out of the room. Gavin breathed a sigh of relief. 

They continued for a few minutes. Gavin was finally alone with his wife and their sexy neighbour. He was not about to let the opportunity pass. He clambered from the bed and stood behind Louise's upturned hind quarters. Her cunt slit open and wet, above it her puckered brown anus clearly visible. Just below this fabulous sight, his wife's face, eyes closed in appreciation of the feeling that Louise's tongue was inducing on her poor battered pussy. Elaine was fondling Louise's hanging tits. Gavin pushed his face between the offered bum cheeks and sniffed and licked. Louise pushed back against him. "mmmmm" She murmured. The sound of the shower sounded from down the hall. Even though he had only recently orgasmed, even though he had discovered that it was Mike that had expertly jerked him off, his cock began to rise once again.

Elaine had recovered enough energy to join in the cunt licking. Husband and wife both enjoyed the smell and taste of their sexy neighbour, one from behind the other underneath. Deliberately they touch tongues together, savouring the moment and the copious amounts of cunt juice that Louise was now producing.

The shower noises stopped.

Gavin was hard once more. He doubted he would manage to come but he was not going to let the chance pass by. Lining his cock head up he pressed it against Louise, who offered a surprised yelp.

Mike was surprised and if he was honest, impressed, that Gavin was ready once more. "You need a condom, I don't want a pregnant wife." Mike said. 

"No I don't!" Said Gavin and thrust hard into Louise's puckered anus.

Surprise and a little pain emerged as a muffled yelp from Louise, who lifted her face from Elaine's reddened cunt. "It's ok babe, I won't get pregnant from this." She managed to wheeze.

Gavin was shocked at how tight she was, and how hard he had just pushed. He looked at Mike, who was still standing in the doorway, and began to sodomise his neighbour's wife. 

Elaine watched as her husbands cock violated Louise's bowels. She knew for a fact that this was the first time Louise had taken a cock in her bum. She raised her fingers to the jerking clitoris above her and began rubbing. It was hard to keep contact as Gavin thrust faster and faster. 

Mike not realising where the cock was hiding, had a concerned look on his face. "Don't you come in her." He commanded 

Louise, in a state of agony and ecstasy managed to blurt out "Don't you dare stop."

Gavin continued to fuck her anus.

"Oh MY GODDDD!" Uttered Louise. Her bum felt like it was on fire, but it was so fucking good too. Elaine continued to rub her clitoris with one hand while the other played with her own.

Gavin's nails dug into Louise's hips as he pounded his revenge into Mike's rampant wife. Louise came with a loud grunt and fell forward and ripped herself off of Gavin's cock. She lay lengthwise along Elaine's body, quivering and shaking.

Elaine smiled up at her husband and reached out and pulled him towards her by his erect penis. She pecked the underside of his shaft, then sucked on the head, not caring that it had just exited her neighbours back door. In fact the dirty thought was actually quite exciting to her. Gavin smiled down at her.

Mike moved to the bed, eyeing the gentle mouth job that his neighbour's wife was administering to her husband. Gavin looked at him, suspicious now of whether it was he or Elaine that was the object of fascination. Mike's own cock was showing no signs of life.

Louise rolled off of Elaine, Elaine's hand instantly resumed it's rubbing of her own clitoris. Gavin loved to see his wife play with herself. 

"Fuck! That was different" Said a more composed Louise. 

"What was different?" asked Mike. 

"Let's just say he's the right size." answered Louise. Mike was very confused.

Gavin's face could not hide the smugness.

Elaine's mouth released her husbands cock. "I'm soooo tired." She said.

"Me too." Louise and Gavin said in unison.

"I'm OK" said Mike.

"We better make tracks" said Elaine to Gavin.

Gavin agreed, besides he was feeling that somehow he had come out on top over Mike and there was no way he wanted to hang around to 'return the favour'.

Elaine and Louise scrambled off the bed and Elaine padded off to find her clothes in the other bedroom. Gavin began to put on his own clothing. Mike lay on his bed looking a little down. Louise busied herself, tidying the room and retrieving clothing.

Finally Gavin and Elaine had enough clothes on for the short walk to their home next door. Louise and Elaine hugged and kissed, whispered and giggled a little. Then Louise hugged and kissed Gavin, a long and lingering full on snog. Elaine did the same with the still naked Mike, the kissing made his cock twitch back into life. Elaine gently felt it, "Looks like you get another go." She giggled to Louise. 

"Not like that last one I'm not" She said, staring into Gavin's eyes.

"We'll let ourselves out" Elaine said and took her husbands hand, leading him out of the bedroom.



Fantasies Fulfilled Ch. 14



I recommend you read up to Chapter 5 of Fantasies Fulfilled or what follows will probably be even more meaningless than it already is. 

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Irene awoke with a start. There was something... what was it? Something important, something ... "Ooohhh fuckkk!"

The heavy arm draped across her, pressed home the facts. Carefully she took a hold of it by the wrist and lifted it away from her, gently laying it down at her naked son's side. Quietly and carefully she eased her legs out of the bed and stood. Hardly daring to breath she looked down her own torso, she was of course naked. Dejectedly she eyed her small, slightly sagging breasts, fine silvery stretch marks pointed the way to the hard dark nipples that even now betrayed her inner most feelings. Her soft abdomen and small tummy also covered with stretch marks, caused all those eighteen years ago by the same son who had just a few hours ago...

"What have I done?" she murmured to herself. 

Hardly daring to look she raised her heavy eyes to the full length mirror in front of her. Her brunette dyed greying hair a tangle from when Robbie had kissed her so passionately before...

Her thick dark pubic hair was uncomfortably matted from their combined fluids. She used her arms to try to cover herself from her own gaze. In the mirror she could see her son's 'morning glory' tenting the thin sheet that covered his lower half. 

"What have I done?" she murmured once more. She could not believe how stupid she had been. How could she have let this happen? What was she thinking? 

Quietly she crept out of the room taking a wrap around gown and slippers with her.

In the bathroom she showered away the evidence, cleaned and groomed herself without once daring to look in the mirror. Once again wearing the gown she made her way passed her room, Robbie was still asleep, she went down stairs and prepared a pot of tea, she sat at the table cup in hand, "What have I done?"

Robbie opened his eyes. Something was different. What was that smell? Perfume?

"Oh Fuck!"

"Fuck!"

He jerked upright and looked around the room. His mother's room. He was alone. 

"I fucked my mother!" he mouthed, "I fucked my mother."

"I kissed her... fucking hell!" His cock spasmed painfully. He became aware of a noise in the bathroom, "She's in the shower." He thought to himself. "Oh shit! What do I do? How will she be? Is she expecting me to do her again? I want to do her again." 

The bathroom door opened. He panicked, he could not face her like this, it was too scary, too embarrassing, he dropped to the mattress and closed his eyes, barely able to breath. His mother walked passed the open door and carried on down stairs. Slowly he sucked in a breath. What did that mean? What should he do? What dare he do? Robbie lay there too nervous and scared to move. Downstairs the sound of clinking china subsided, perhaps she would bring him breakfast in bed?

It was a full two hours before Robbie mustered the courage to dress and go downstairs to face his mother. 

In those hours, he had gone over the events of yesterday in his mind about a thousand times. Mrs Robinson, he had actually had his cock sucked by a beautiful older woman that he had only met about half an hour before. He had licked her naked cunt and sucked her big tits he had almost got his cock into her but had cum too soon. All with his naked mother there on the bed. "Fucking hell! Mrs Anne Robinson!" He fondled his aching cock. Then he had fucked his mother. Fucked her on this very bed, and she had fucked him back. He could smell her on the sheets, on the pillow, he inhaled the cloth deeply and jerked his cock to orgasm. The wet patch he was lying in got bigger.

Downstairs was empty, his mother had gone out. The ironing board was out, Irene had obviously dressed from the clean washing basket. She was avoiding him. However he could not get the image of the naked women spread on the bed waiting for him to .... 

Upstairs he rummaged through the dirty linen basket and found two pairs of his mothers panties, one black, one red, and a black bra. Naked and on his own bed he rubbed the bra against his own chest and sniffed the heavily marked gusset of the red panties, the intense scent of the long worn underwear sent his hand into a frenzy once more. He spurted a heavy load into his mothers other pair. 

A couple of hours later and still he had not heard from her, he dare not phone her mobile. He could only imagine that he was in deep, deep trouble. But still the images played in his brain. The picture that was most prominent was that of Anne's tits swaying in his face. He tried to picture his mother's body, he was aware that she was very hairy between her legs and that her tits were smaller and harder than Anne's, but frankly in the dim afternoon light with the blinds or curtains drawn he had hardly seen her. He had fucked his mother twice but he could only truly visualise Anne's much more rounded frame. 

Once again he found himself in his mothers room sporting a strong erection and grasping her 'scented' red knickers. He was poking around in her night stand. Up until yesterday he had never really thought of his mother as a woman, she was his mother and that was that. The new found sexual animal within her was a total revelation to him and he wanted to find out more. An old packet of tampons met his eye, then a tube of KY jelly, then a couple of old batteries. The vibrator at the back of the drawer buzzed readily into life, it was the first one he had ever actually held and its existence in his mothers bedside drawers excited him more than anything he could remember.

"My mother's a wanker!"

He held it to his nose and sniffed, it was clean. How many times had she used this on her... up her...?

Robbie rubbed the buzzing toy against the tip of his large rigid cock. It was pleasant but not massively exciting, perhaps he was doing it wrong. He thought about his own mother thrusting this thing in and out of herself whimpering as she secretly reached orgasm. Once more he tugged himself to a spurting conclusion.

Outside Irene turned her car into the driveway and looked at the house she was not looking forward to this.

Robbie heard her car door and ran to his own room, he lay on the bed and once again pretended to be sleeping.

Irene closed the front door behind her, the house looked exactly as it had before she had left. She had to leave, she could not possibly face her son after what she had done to him. But now she had resolved to beg his forgiveness and to try and put it behind them.

"Robbie! Robbie are you home?" She called up the stairs.

It was not her angry voice.

"Up here." He called.

She was relieved, to hear his voice, she had half expected him to have left. She climbed the stairs and lightly tapped on his door before opening it.

Robbie sat up on the bed, a look of uncertainty on his face.

Irene began crying. "Oh God, what have I done to you? Robbie," she crossed the room and sat on the bed clawing at his shoulders. "Robbie? Please forgive me." The tears poured down her face dripping not from her cheek bones but following the deep wrinkles and frown lines ultimately appearing somewhere near ear lobes.

Where had this come from? What was it she was supposed to have done?

He put his arms around her tiny frame. "What's wrong mum?"

"What's wrong? Don't you realise what we did, what I did?"

"It was great."

"It wasn't great it was wrong, very, very wrong."

"I'm sorry I thought it was good, I've never done it before. I just need practice."

"I mean it was a sin, a massive sin. It's against the law. We could go to jail. It was all my fault. I'm sorry."

"I thought you were angry at me." He explained.

"Angry? No I'm not angry, I just woke up this morning with a huge dose of reality. I slept with my son."

Robbie thrilled at the words. "It was fantastic."

Irene was shocked at the levity in his voice. "Don't you feel an ounce of guilt?"

"Why? I loved every second of it." 

"I'm your mother."

"I know, isn't it great?"

"No regrets at all?"

Robbie licked some tears from her wrinkled face. "I regret not doing it sooner."

"I thought you would hate me. How could I do that to my own son?"

"I did sort of push you into it."

"I should have refused."

"I must admit I was kind of surprised how quickly you gave in. I figured I'd have to work on you for days."

Irene began to sob. "I'm such a slut."

"I guess Anne had us both worked up." 

"Anne? Anne who?" Irene had forgotten the false name Elaine had made up.

"Anne. Anne Robinson. You remember you stripped her naked and tried to shove my penis into her."

"Of course I know."

"So how long have you been sleeping with her?"

"I'm not."

"You always behave that way with strangers?"

Robbie pulled her skinny frame to him and hugged. "It's alright mum, I'm fine. It's all fine. I was a little shocked to discover that my own mother had those urges, I never thought about it before."

Irene rested her tearful face against his shoulder. "You shouldn't have to, that's the point. You should be bringing young girls home and going out to the cinema and just having fun."

"Would you like me to bring young girls home?" There was a leer in his voice.

"Yes, it's what..." she realised he was being lewd. "Not like that, I mean you should just have a normal teenager's life."

Robbie was getting a hard on. He could not help it his mother was pressed against him on his bed, talking about sex. 

He gently kissed her head and hair covered neck pulling her even closer. Irene felt a little comforted. Robbie slowly brought his hand up and around her side until he was almost covering her breast. Irene suddenly realised his intention and pulled away. 

"Robbie! No." She stood up. "This has to stop. It's my fault it started but now I'm stopping it." 

"I'm sorry mum, I can't help it. I just want you." He grasped the very large lump in his jeans. 

Irene's eyes were drawn to her son's groin. She swallowed. "No. It's wrong, it can't happen again."

"But mum, it was so good when we were naked in your bed and you were rubbing.."

"Stop it Robbie! Stop it now."

"I can't help it."

"If your father found out he would kill us both." She knew that to be true.

"I'm hardly going to tell him, am I?"

"Maybe not, but last night was madness. You are my son, mothers and sons don't do what we did."

"We can keep it a secret, no one will ever know."

"Someone already knows."

"Who? Oh Anne. Well she didn't see us actually ... you know."

"She saw me kissing you and ... well she saw enough."

"But, you and her have been doing it. Haven't you? You were kissing and stuff."

"Believe it or not we hadn't even met until the day before, and she was the first woman I have ever even kissed."

"Wow mum. You're a fast mover. What about Gavin and his wife, how did you pull their neighbour with them around?"

Irene had enough of the pretence. "Anne isn't Anne. She's Elaine."

"Who's Elaine?" What do you mean she isn't Anne?"

"Elaine...as in Gavin and Elaine."

The truth dawned on her son. "You fucked Gavin's wife?"

Irene thought back to Elaine thrusting the dildo deep into her. "It's probably nearer the mark to say she did me, but yes I slept with Gavin's wife." She bit her lip. 

"What if Gavin finds out?"

"He won't." She was going to say "mind" but cut the sentence short.

"Will she tell Gavin about us?"

"I don't think so, after all she did go to bed with you."

Robbie remembered Anne, Elaine sucking on his cock, and the way he had sucked her heavy tits and the taste of her cunt. "With both of us. God that was so hot. I wish I hadn't been so needing it, I would love to show her how I can do it now."

"I don't think that's going to happen. You must never tell anyone about any of this."

"OK. But just thinking about it makes me so." He rubbed the front of his jeans. "Couldn't we just do it once more? No one will know."

Despite her disgust at her behaviour, Irene was feeling a little tingle, reliving the previous few days was weakening her new found resolve. Her son continued to rub his enormous bulge. "It must be very uncomfortable locked in those tight jeans." She thought.

Robbie raised his hand to her rapidly panting breast. His gentle touch was unbearably good as her nipples turned to stone. She closed her eyes.

"Just one more time mum?"

Mum? Irene crashed to earth. "Robbie! No!." She pushed his hand away. "We can't do this." She turned and left the room..

"Nearly." Thought Robbie.

Irene needed to get away, she knew her son would persist and she was not totally confident that she would be able to resist. The last few days had been extraordinary for her. Years of pent up frustration from the lack of attention from her abusive pig of a husband combined with working in close proximity to Gavin who she lusted after and never getting a release apart from her battery powered lover. Now all that had changed she had been the object of desire for three people, she had been fucked and kissed and licked and the orgasms had been mind blowing. Irene had a lot of lost time to make up, she was not about to fall back into her old life, but neither could she contemplate sleeping with her son again.

She had to distance herself from Robbie. 

That night as she lay in bed, it came to her. The following day she booked a two week holiday in Ibiza for her son. 

"If he can't find a willing girl there then he never will." She thought.

Within hours she had taken her son to the airport and watched as his plane took to the sky. 

As she drove back from the airport she felt a weight falling from her shoulders. Irene decided to drive straight to work. She had not seen or spoken to Gavin since their lustful romp. She had spent years fantasising about how it would be with him and now she had experienced the real thing. Did she want more? That was the question. 

"Hi, Gavin."

"Afternoon Irene." He said, barely glancing at her.

"Are you OK?" 

"Fine."

"How about Elaine?"

"She's fine."

"Good."

"I have to go out. I'll see you tomorrow. Bye". 

"Bye then."

"What was that?" She thought, "Brush off? Embarrassment?"

She drove home that evening to find her husband had returned. "Oh .. God.." She groaned.

"There's no food in the house." He complained.

"If I'd known you were coming I'd have done a shop."

"Your cooking stinks anyway, I'll get something at the pub." 

Irene knew what that meant. He would return at midnight stinking of stale beer, and then expect her to spread her legs for him, more often than not he would pass out on top of her. 

"Oh God." She groaned again to herself. 

"Can I come too? It's ages since I went to the pub." If she could prevent him drinking his usual eight pints she might stand a chance of not getting bruised thighs tonight.

"If you must."

The pub was ten minutes walk away. They walked in silence. 

"Shall we cut through the park?" Irene often walked in the park.

"If you like."

"You haven't asked about Robbie." She said as they passed through the park gates.

"What about him?"

"He's gone to Ibiza, for a couple of weeks."

"As long as I'm not paying."

They headed towards the small lake in the middle of the park.

"No. It's my treat."

"If you're daft enough. He should get a job."

"Can we sit and watch the ducks?"

"I'm not sure I could stand the excitement." He said as he lowered himself to a bench.

Irene sat close to her husband. "We used to come here a lot."

"Did we?"

"You know we did. That's where you kissed me for the first time." She pointed towards another bench further down the path.

"No. That's where you kissed me." He corrected. 

"You were a good kisser back then."

"You mean I'm not anymore."

"It's been so long, I wouldn't know." Irene looked at his face. He stared straight ahead.

"I suppose."

"Well?"

"Well what?"

"It would have been romantic to kiss me."

"What do we need with romance? I'll be shagging you soon enough when we get home from the pub."

"Have you ever considered that I might want a little more than you just climbing on top of me?"

"What do you mean?"

Irene stared at him, he looked genuinely confused. "You really don't know, do you?"

"Know what?"

"What it's like for me."

"Why? What's what like?"

"My life!"

"What's wrong with your life?"

"Oh Bob! For Gods sake. You're away working most of the time, getting up to goodness knows what. You turn up at home every three weeks to have me wash and iron your things while you get drunk and round the evenings off by practically raping me."

"Don't be bloody stupid, you're my wife I can't rape my own wife. It's your job to ... you know."

"You abuse me."

"Now you're talking rubbish."

"Last time you were home, you shoved me against the kitchen table and had me from behind, you pulled my hair, tore my underwear and left bruises on my legs."

"I'm sorry. I get desperate while I'm away." 

"It's got to stop."

"What no more ...?"

"Not like that."

Irene felt liberated, she had finally gotten it off of her chest, she was not going to let him push her around any more.

"From now on I want you to treat me with some respect and consideration." She continued.

"Or what?"

"Or I'll leave you."

"You're a bit old to be starting again." He laughed. "I doubt you'd find another man."

"I'm younger than you." She replied. "Have you looked at yourself recently? You're not exactly a prize catch."

It was true, he had let himself go a bit. He did not attract the attention from the women in the pubs like he used to.

"Irene. What is it that you want?"

"Affection, tenderness, kindness, thoughtfulness, courtesy, love?" She stared deep into his eyes. "I want you to make me feel like a woman."

Bob stared at his wife. He really did not know what the hell she was banging on about, but knew she was serious. "What do you want me to do?"

Irene stood up. "Hold my hand." She held hers out, tentatively he took it and stood up. 

"This doesn't hurt does it?"

"No, but we're a bit passed all this aren't we?" He was looking up and down the path to see if anyone was watching them.

"Bob. We are man and wife, we are holding hands in a park, it's not much to ask."

"Suppose not."

"Kiss me."

"What?"

"Kiss me."

"Here?" He said looking around.

Irene pointed to her lipstick coated lips. "No. Here."

"It's a bit juvenile isn't it?"

"Husbands can kiss their wives. Wives like to be kissed."

"Can't it wait till after the pub?"

"We're not going to the pub."

"Yes we are we were on our way..." Irene put her hand over his mouth.

"After you kiss me, here in the park for all the world to see, we are going back home. We will hold hands on the way. You will tell me how much you love, need and respect me. Then when we get home we will go to our bedroom and you will make love to me, I get to go on top. I get to have an orgasm."

Bob swallowed. "But I haven't eaten..." her hand stopped the protest.

"You are going to eat very soon." She said with a glint in her eye. She raised on tip toe and covered his mouth with her own. Bob did nothing to stop her. After a few seconds Irene released his lips. 

"You can do better than that. Kiss me." She insisted.

"Better to get it over with." He thought and leaned down to kiss his wife. Irene eagerly returned the kiss. He inhaled her perfume for the first time in years, and noticed her slender frame so fragile and feminine. "This isn't so bad." He thought.

Irene made to pull away, but Bob held her firmly to him he was enjoying this. Irene once more relaxed into the kiss. A minute went by and Bobs tongue snaked between her lips and played across her teeth.




Fantasies Fulfilled Ch. 14



A couple of teenagers sniggered as they skateboarded passed the middle aged couple, but it did not deter them as Irene's tongue danced with her husbands.

After several saliva coated minutes they broke apart. Both of them in a mild state of shock. Irene searched her husbands eyes. "Bob, do you love me?"

"I think I must."

It was more than Irene had expected. She pulled his hand in the direction of home. "Come on, show me how much you care for me."

By the time they reached home, they were actually laughing and giggling.

Inside the hallway having removed their coats they kissed once more. "Please make love to me Bob." Irene asked.

Bob was not sure he knew how. He had only ever been a wham bam man, he knew there were women out there that wanted more but he did not marry one of those, or that is what he had believed until now.

"I don't know what...?"

Irene led him upstairs to the bedroom. "Take off your clothes." She instructed him.

Bob complied; he had no worries about being naked, his six inches of man meat were enough for any woman. "Weren't they?"

Irene sat on the edge of the bed while Bob quickly removed his clothing. She eyed his erect penis with mild disappointment, after Gavin and Robbie it did look a little undersized. She did not let on.

"And the socks Bob."

"Oh? Right." he said as if she had asked for something outlandish. He bent and removed the socks. He stood in front of her. 

This was actually very familiar ground for Bob. More often than not he would have fucked her face to completion before going to sleep or even out to the pub.

He made as if to hold her by the ears.

"Bob!"

"What?"

"Not many women would regard you ramming your penis down their throat as an act of foreplay."

"Foreplay?"

"You have to make me ready." 

"Ready?"

"Yes."

"Ready for what?"

"Ready to take that thing in ..." She let out a sigh, "Bob undo my clothes. Gently."

Bob did not actually "tut" but it was close. Irene reclined on the bed and Bob went to work on her many buttoned blouse. His large brutish fingers took several minutes to undo them all. He had to admit though, it was a bit like unwrapping a present at Christmas, even though you already knew what you were getting it was still exciting.

Irene removed her own trousers, life was too short to wait for Bob to do it. She lay on the bed with a white lacy bra and matching knickers that were covered by tights.

"Now what?" He blundered.

"What would you like to happen?"

If she was not going to suck him then he wanted her to jerk him off. He knew now was not a good time to be honest. "I want to kiss you." He offered.

"That would be very nice." She made room for him on their bed. 

Bob lay beside and facing his wife. Irene snuggled to him and they kissed. For several minutes they kissed, open mouthed tongue twirling deeply sexual kisses. Bob's cock ached to be touched. He snaked his hand down between them and began squeezing his manhood. Irene grasped him by the wrist and pulled his hand away. "Not yet." She breathed. "You'll come too soon." She placed his hand on her bra covered breast. 

"Too soon? They had been at it for ten minutes already!" He thought.

Irene sat up and deftly undid her bra, she shuffled it off of her shoulders and tossed it aside. Then she leant forward to offer Bob a hardened nipple. He sucked on it. His cock throbbed. Irene now took his hand and cupped his fingers around her sex.

Bob rubbed his wife through her tights and knickers, he could feel her heat. She began breathing erratically and her groin began to make little rocking motions against his hand. 

"OK lets get this done." He thought and began to tug her tights.down

Once more Irene stopped him. "Not like that."

"Not like what?" he asked exasperatedly.

"Not with your hands."

"How then?"

"Use your teeth."

He had two options, force her or obey her. He shuffled down the bed. His face nuzzled against her tummy. Trying to get a grip on her tights with his mouth. Irene spread her legs to reveal spare taut material at her inner thighs. Bob had never had his face so close to her or any womans vagina before. His mother had told him it was nasty and he had been young enough to believe her. 

The scent arising from the ever rampant Irene seemed to confirm his mothers thoughts. Bob clenched his teeth and tore at the material. It ripped easily, several rips later and her tights no longer had a crotch. All the while Irene had wriggled and giggled. She was enjoying this. She was once more wet with desire.

Bob hooked the gusset of her knickers with his stubby fingers, it was very wet and pungent, he once more began to tug them down. 

"Ah, Ahhh, use your teeth."

He took a deep breath and pressed his mouth to her crotch the only way he could lift the material was with his tongue. For the first time in years of marriage Bob tasted the salty tang of his wife's sex. In his head he could hear his mother shouting "dirty boy, dirty boy." Under him, Irene gyrated her hips trying to improve the contact with her husbands tongue. 

"Please, Bob, please, lick me, lick me down there, lick my cunt"

Bob felt like his cock was going to explode, he was both repulsed and turned on, his wife had never reacted like this before.

"Please Bob, do it, do it."

He grabbed her gusset and pulled it aside while thrusting his tongue as far as he could into the hairy mush of his wife's vagina.

"Ohhhhhh FUCK. Yes." Irene screamed. "Please. Please don't stop, please."

Irene was wriggling to get her head next to his hard cock. Finally, Bob realised what she wanted and manoeuvred his cock into her waiting mouth. He immediately began thrusting in and out. He wanted to come. Irene moved her head away from him with each thrust, lessening the effect, she wanted this to last. 

Bob continued his stiff tongued onslaught on Irenes sopping wet fanny. Suddenly she violently jerked her hairy mound against his chin, her body seemed to be in spasm, she was gasping and grunting. Bob was concerned she was having some sort of stroke or something. For thirty seconds her orgasm pulsed through her vagina and gripped her entire body. 

"Lie back." She hissed.

"What?"

Irene shoved him flat on his back with the strength of a madman. "I said lie down."

In a single swift movement she straddled her husband and holding her knickers to one side she mounted his penis. Heavily she thrust her pelvis onto him grinding her clitoris against his pubic bone. "Now you can come...do it now squirt it in me, come in me now. Fuck me Bob Fuck me hard."

Bob gazed in disbelief at the mad woman plunging up and down on his cock, taking her pleasure from it, using him. Her tits jiggled inches from his face. He grabbed her erect nipples and squeezed them hard, the pain was ecstatic and Irene screamed and Bob shot his thick creamy load deep into his whore wife's cunt. 

"Take it all you dirty bitch." He shouted.

"I want it, I want it all." she whimpered.

Irene flopped down on her husband's chest. For several minutes they lay clamped together both were glistening with sweat. Bob was confused, this was different to how he had been told women were. This woman panting on his chest was unrecognisable from the woman he usually came home to. 

What he was struggling with, was the fact that he had just had the best fuck of his life, and he was ashamed of himself. Ashamed, because he had had very little to do with it. Ashamed for all the wasted years. Where had this come from?

"You're having an affair aren't you?" He concluded.

"Yes." She replied after a long thought. She was not sure whether she was or not but rather than explain or deny it she just owned up. She raised her head to look at his face but his eyes were shut. 

"We can make this work." She said.

He had just licked where another man had been. The thought made him almost wretch. "I don't think I can." He replied.

Irene rolled off of him. Their bodies were sticky with sweat and sex.

"I'm sorry. It's over now. It was only..."

"Makes no difference." He sighed, climbing out of bed and heading for the shower.

Irene could not help herself and fell asleep. When she awoke he was gone. She never saw him again.

She spent the following week simply enjoying her unexpected liberation. Bob had gone, Robbie was still away, Gavin seemed to be ignoring what went on between them. She spent several evenings contemplating her future. What did she want to do now? What did she need? 

Financially she was reasonably secure, that did depend on carrying on the business with Gavin. Her house was everything she could want. Robbie was a big worry but he would be going to university in a couple of months so as long as he behaved himself till then it would be OK. 

Her problem, she decided, was that she had no social life. She had no friends as such and therefore no prospective lovers. The last week or so had seen her sexual horizons expand beyond any recognition. The thought of falling back into the routine of late night battery powered fumblings was an absolute no-no. Irene needed a lover and frankly, she needed one soon. Having spent a week thinking about her various recent sexual encounters, she was getting quite frustrated. What she really needed was someone to talk to. 

The phone rang at Gavin's house.

"Elaine? It's Irene."

"Hello, Irene, how lovely to hear from you." Elaine said with a noticeable amount of uncertainty.

"Elaine, I'm sorry to spring this on you but I really need someone to talk to and I owe you an apology for the way I kind of forced you and Robbie... You know." 

"It's OK Irene, I'll survive. Is that what you want to talk about?"

"Partly, there's just so much happened that I... Could you come to my house? Please. I'd be so grateful."

"Where's Robbie?" Elaine asked with a hint of suspicion.

"Don't worry, he's in Ibiza until tomorrow.

"OK, what's the address."

They arranged to have lunch together at Irene's house. Elaine was more than a little curious about what had happened after Irene and Robbie had left her. Elaine had three main memories from her encounter with Irene and her son, Irene kissing Robbie, Elaine actually sucking Robbie's big cock and the feeling of panic as Robbie prepared to mount her. She had never intended to be unfaithful to Gavin that day, things just got out of hand.

Things had changed a little since then. She had hooked up with her neighbour Louise and only last night she and Gavin had crossed the line with her and Mike. They had swapped partners and she had been fucked by Mike, her first real experience of another man since her marriage, of course she was not counting Robbie. She had watched Gavin fuck Louise's anus, just as he had done to her a few weeks before while Irene looked on. The memory of that day was emblazoned on her mind, Irene was her first lesbian encounter and just thinking about it gave her a tingling feeling between her legs. She was not really sure why she and Gavin had chosen not to pursue that relationship. Probably they both thought business and pleasure should not be mixed.

Regardless of the reasons, Elaine spent an hour on getting ready, choosing to wear a flower pattern dress and heels, hidden underneath she had matching white bra and knickers, it was a warm day and she chose not wear tights.

She arrived at Irene's house at the appointed hour of noon. A smiling Irene opened the door and welcomed her; there was a moment of uncertainty as the pair wondered how appropriate a kiss would be which resolved in a peck on either cheek.

Irene was wearing a tailored black silk blouse and tight black trousers. 

"You look good in that." Elaine complimented.

"Thank you, and you look very nice too, I like your dress."

"Thanks." Elaine said in return; her blue grey dress had always been a favourite as it showed just enough cleavage to get her noticed.

"I'm sorry for dragging you out, but I really need to sort out my life and I need to talk to someone."

"Where's your husband?"

"Gone. Come have some lunch and I'll tell you all about it."

Irene showed Elaine down the hall to the kitchen, switching the answer phone on as she passed it, she did not want any disturbances.

Over the next hour and a couple of bowls of salad and several glasses of wine, Irene told her friend all about her marriage and the other night when she had seen her husband for the last time. She made no mention of Robbie.

"So, you're on your own, apart from Robbie of course." Elaine looked around the room as if expecting him to pop out of thin air.

"He's on holiday, I sent him off to give us some space."

"After the time at my house you mean?"

"Hmmm." Irene had been dreading talking about her son and the events that occurred at Elaine's house, and she certainly was not going to say what happened after they got home.

"It's OK Irene, things just went a bit further than any of us expected, but I'm glad he's not around just now, it would be a bit embarrassing." Elaine was desperate to know what had happened after the mother and son had left her house.

"So how did things go that evening, it must have been very awkward?"

"It was OK." Irene lied. "We talked it through and I explained it had been a big mistake. I thought it best to get him out of the house to somewhere he could let his hair down properly with people his own age, so I got him a cheap holiday deal in Ibiza."

"Well I want you to know that I don't think any less of you for what happened, things just got out of hand, I know it's wrong and you'll think me very pervy, but I found you and him together a huge turn on. So that's my dirty little secret out in the open." Elaine giggled to mask her embarrassment.

Irene burst into tears. Elaine was not expecting that. "What's wrong, please don't cry." She rummaged in her bag and handed Irene a tissue.

"You're very kind." blubbed Irene, her lined face contorted and red. Elaine moved around the breakfast bar at which they were sat and hugged the distraught woman.

"Don't worry, no one will ever know, and besides, I'm sure he enjoyed himself. It was just a moment of madness."

Irene wailed louder.

"You have a lot on your mind, what with your husband leaving and all, you're probably getting things out of perspective."

Irene wailed even louder.

"There, there. Please don't be so upset, I'm sorry I brought it up." Elaine's arm around Irene's shoulder squeezed a little harder. "I'm sure he's forgotten all about it." Even as the words came out, Elaine winced. A teenage boy forgetting he had been to bed with his own mother and her lesbian lover was a little far fetched.

"I FUCKED HIM!" Irene screamed. "I fucked my own son.!"

"Nooo, no you didn't. If anything it was me that nearly fucked him, but we stopped short don't you remember?"

Irene was taking huge gulps of air her bottom lip was quivering madly as she tried to regain some composure. After several long seconds she finally managed to speak rather than wail. 

"I fucked him here, after we got home." She sniffed loudly and burst into tears again.

Elaine just stared at her open mouthed, processing the new information over and over.

"You fucked your son.... Here" Elaine motioned to the room, meaning the house.

"In the bedroom," blubbed Irene, "TWICE" and began to wail once more.

Elaine just sat staring at her friend. "Twice?" she said, for no real reason.

"Yes." mumbled Irene.

"Jeeeesuuus!" Elaine was still searching through the facts for some ambiguity. "How?" she asked.

"How? How do you think? The same way everybody does it."

"I meant how did it happen?"

"Oh it just did." She sounded exasperated. Irene thought back to that day and all the things she could have done differently. "It just did. We'd all had such a sexy time, and he was so needy and I felt vulnerable and sorry for him and it just did."

"Jeeeesuuuus, Irene".

"I know, I know, I'm going to Hell." 

"Nooo, don't be silly, of course you're not. If there's a God I'm sure he'll take motives into account, and I'm sure yours were full of love. It's just such a big thing is all. How did he take it? "

"Who? Robbie?"

"Yes of course Robbie, I don't suppose you told anyone else."

"I don't really know, I more or less avoided him the next day and packed him straight off to Ibiza. He hasn't even sent me a card." 

Irene was beginning to calm down a little. Elaine poured them both some more wine. 

"Here drink this." She kissed Irene's temple and gave her another reassuring hug. "Well, did he seem upset?"

"Upset? No, not at all, at least I don't think he was."

"Don't take this the wrong way, but, why are you upset?"

"I fucked my son!" Irene exclaimed incredulously.

"I know, but at the heart of it, why does that upset you? Are you scared you've lost him as a son? Are you afraid of the law? Why exactly are you upset?"

"Not the law, at least I don't think that's what it is. I'm scared to death of anyone finding out, it's just not something mothers do, is it?

I am definitely scared of destroying my relationship with him, he's all I've got and I love him more than anything."

"Well be assured I won't be telling anyone about it. So no one will find out from me."

"I never doubted that."

"So it comes down to you being frightened that you may have damaged your relationship?"

"Yes, I suppose it does."

"I really don't think you have anything to worry about. Just from the little time I spent with the pair of you, and let's face it, that was a pretty erotic encounter, he seemed very happy about it all. I think you may have changed your relationship with him, but not destroyed it."

"You think?"

"Yes, definitely. But you'll know tomorrow when he gets back."

Irene was a lot calmer now, and went to the sink to splash her face with water. Elaine poured yet more wine.

"You're right, I'll know tomorrow. This week has just been so stressful. It probably didn't help sending him away for so long. Waiting to see how he'd react when he got home. Thank you for being so understanding."

"It's OK. Besides he is a handsome lad, under different circumstances I think maybe I'd have been happy to let him.... You know. And after that morning we all spent together I'm not surprised your defences were lowered."

"It's the night before I think about most." Smiled Irene and she placed her hand gently on the back of Elaine's. 

"Yes that was fun, just the two of us playing with those toys."

"That was the most intense orgasm I ever had. I hope your sheets recovered."

"That was rather special." Said Elaine, smiling as she recalled Irene ejaculating copious amounts of girl come all over her and the bed. "How's it been at work with Gavin?"

"Why? What's he said?" 

"Nothing, he simply said you hadn't talked about it."

"True, it felt a little awkward but I've hardly been to the office. I'm sure we'll be fine. Thank you for sharing him that afternoon; that was a lovely experience too."

"He couldn't stop grinning."

"That's men for you."

"Exactly, and I'm sure your son will be no different."

"I'm feeling a lot better now; in fact I'm feeling quite tipsy."

"Yes, me too, we have had rather a lot to drink. I better not drive just yet."

"If you'd like to lie down you can use my bed."

"I'm not sure that's a good idea." Elaine replied, thinking that Irene may have an ulterior motive.

"Just to sober up a bit and I'll stay down here anyway, I need to tidy the kitchen, I'll bring you up some coffee in a while."

"I would like to get home a soon as possible, so maybe I should have a quick snooze."

"It's up the stairs and along the landing, opposite the bathroom."

Elaine stood up and kissed Irene on the cheek, and took herself to bed. Irene busied herself tidying away the wine glasses and lunch things. She put some coffee on to filter and decided to vacuum while it was percolating.




Fantasies Fulfilled Ch. 14



Upstairs, Elaine heard the vacuum start and was satisfied that Irene had no sexual intentions towards her. She was actually slightly disappointed. Her sex life had gone from vanilla to psychedelic in a matter of weeks and frankly she felt ready and open to all new experiences. "Well within limits I guess." She thought as she dozed off.

Irene pushed the vacuum into the hallway and began sucking up non existent dirt from the already pristine carpet. She paid particular attention to the doormat which rose up a little each time she pushed the vacuum over it. On her third pass the corner of the mat caught in the roller and she had to switch off to free it. She lifted the mat and tugged it loose. That was when she saw the three items under the mat, a flyer from the local pizza takeaway, a gas bill and a postcard. The postcard was from Ibiza.

It read, "Having a great time, wish you were her." The joke was old, but it made Irene smile and she felt a wave of relief that her son had not fallen into a black despondency. She also wondered who the 'her' referred to. It continued, "Flights changed, back a day early. Please collect me from the airport at 12:00" The last line slowly sunk in. Irene looked at her watch, 15:00. "Damn!" She uttered, then she noticed the light flashing on the phone on the hallway table, telling her there were two messages. She pressed the play button.

"Hi mum, I'm back. I guess you're already on your way." There was a long beep followed by, "Just checking you're on your way."

Irene's mind raced, she could not possibly drive yet. She had had far too much to drink. She picked up the phone and speed dialled the local taxi service. A minute later the taxi was booked and she was putting on her coat. Next she poured a coffee and took it upstairs to her room where Elaine dozed on the bed. Her dress and bra were folded over a chair and she was under the duvet.

Irene gently shook Elaine, "I have to go to the airport, I'll be a couple of hours, please help yourself to anything you need and let yourself out. Here's some coffee."

"Mmmm." mumbled the dozing Elaine.

A car horn signalled the arrival of the taxi. Irene hurried down the stairs and into the awaiting car.

Elaine continued to doze, and dreamed of the previous night and her new experiences with a different man.

Around fifteen minutes passed and another car pulled up outside, it was another taxi. Robbie climbed out and rummaged through all of his pockets for every last coin in his possession. He had just enough. He had become tired of waiting and since he could not raise his mother on the phone, he had made his own way home. He was surprised to see his mother's car outside the house, he had been thinking maybe she had had a breakdown or some other delay on the way to the airport. He carried his bag to the door and let himself in, almost tripping over the vacuum in the hall.

"Mum!" He called. "I'm home."

In the kitchen he noticed the fresh coffee in the pot.

"Mum!" He called up the stairs. Silence.

He removed his jacket and hung it across the banisters, then ran heavily upstairs.

Elaine had been half awake for a few minutes, her mind processing the excitement of the night before, she luxuriated in the comfort of Irene's bed the familiar smell of Irene's perfume on the pillow and duvet, her blood still had enough wine in it to take the edge off of her inhibitions. She had actually just been wondering if she had the courage to attempt an afternoon seduction of Irene, and whether it would be a good idea.

Robbie's call of "mum" had fully awakened her, she was sure there was something she had been told but was not able to put her finger on it. Through half open eyes she spied the gently steaming cup of coffee on the bedside table. The words Robbie and airport sprang to life in her brain. 

"Shit!" She mouthed and pulled the duvet up to her chin. Hearing the loud steps approaching up the stairs she clamp her eyes shut and hardly dared breath.

Seconds later and another call of "Mum" came just as she heard the bedroom door swing open and Robbie entered the room.

Robbie took the couple of steps to the bed. He could see the shape of his mother under the covers. She was on her side facing away from him, it did not register that she had changed her hair shade and style.

"Mum" he said again, this time more softly, not wanting to shock her into consciousness. "I'm home, didn't you get my message?"

Elaine stayed motionless. She had not had time to think through the situation. Her first and only thought was that she had to avoid Robbie. With the passing moments it was dawning on her that she was a grown up and she should behave like one. She had no real reason to hide from him.

"Mum?" 

She felt a hand gently press her shoulder.

"This is ridiculous!" She thought. But rather than admit that she was actually wide awake, she decided to fain waking up. She rolled onto her back and let out a sleepy "Mmmmm".

The face that Robbie saw made him jump back. "Elaine!" he exclaimed under his breath.

It immediately registered with her that he knew her real name. Irene must have told him, or had he known all along, who she really was. This thought caused her to halt her awakening. Her eyes remained closed.

Robbie stood at the side of the bed just watching her sleep. He was not sure what to do. There was only one reason he could think of for why she was in his mother's bed. But where was his mother? Every day since that time at Elaine's house he had masturbated, thinking of this woman, this beautiful, sexy, mature woman. This woman who had sucked his cock, this woman whose tits and cunt he had licked and tasted, this woman who he had so nearly lost his virginity to. Even though it had only been a few weeks since he had been with her, already his memory of her features had faded, but now here she was and it caused total recall. His cock began to stiffen in his jeans.

Several moments passed.

"What's he doing?" Thought Elaine, not daring to open her eyes.

Several more seconds passed.

"Elaine, are you awake?" Robbie whispered gently.

She chose to carry on the pretence.

"Elaine?" he whispered again, but he sounded closer. She felt the bed being touched.

Robbie now stood with his knees touching the edge of the bed, leaning over the sleeping beauty. "Elaine?" he whispered again. He caught sight of the bra and dress hung over the chair.

"Maybe he'll just leave the room if I stay asleep" she thought. But this thought was instantly dispelled as she felt a soft draft as the duvet cover was gently and slowly lifted. 

Robbie's shaking hands raised the cover from his side and he peaked under it, he could vaguely make out the shape of her breasts in the darkness caused by the duvet.

Elaine shifted in the bed and moved her arm to the top of the cover in order to stop any further lifting. "Mmmm" she uttered, trying to maintain her sleeping act.

Robbie recoiled and released the cover. Hardly daring to breath he took a step back.

Several moments more passed.

Elaine was not sure what the next sound was but it obviously came from several feet away. The sound was that of Robbie pulling down the zip of his jeans. A few more seconds passed. Neither of them hardly daring to breath. 

The next sounds she heard were a sort of gentle rhythmic slapping. She had very little doubt as to what was going on now. "He's playing with himself!" Very slowly she opened her eyes an almost imperceptible amount. She could just make out the figure, he was at the end of the bed, he was holding something to his face using his left hand, his right hand was pumping back and forth at his groin, Robbie's face stared straight at her.

It dawned on her that it was her bra that he was holding to his nose and mouth.

"Fuck!" Was the only word that came to her mind. "What am I supposed to do now?"

She was actually desperate to see if he would manage to come, could she actually turn on a handsome young boy so much that he would orgasm over just the smell of her bra and the look of her face? She opened her eyes a tiny fraction more, she wanted to see more detail.

Robbie stopped pumping his engorged cock and dropped the bra. He would have come already if it was not for the fear he had of being caught. Did she just open her eyes? He stood there hardly able to breath.

Had she just blown it? For an age neither of them moved,

She was aware of feeling acute disappointment, why was that? She then became aware of something else, she was in fact feeling intensely aroused. 

At the end of the bed, Robbie had determined that she was still asleep but that he had pushed his luck too far and that he should leave, he was now deliberating whether to leave the room with his substantial cock in or out of his jeans and dare he take the bra with him? If he did he would have to return it within a few minutes.

With her eyes now half open, Elaine could now see a lot more clearly. She could see the fear and uncertainty on his face, she could also see the biggest and best cock she had ever seen, protruding obscenely from his jeans. She briefly remembered how hard it had been when she had sucked on it a few weeks before, and how for a few moments she had so badly wanted it inside her.

Robbie made to move towards the door. Madness took hold. She opened her eyes fully. "Hello Robbie. I see you're pleased to see me." She said huskily, her eyes fixed on his groin.

"Oh shit!" Sheer terror, panic and embarrassment contorted his blushing face, instinctively he bolted for the door but his brain was ahead of his legs making him stumble and trip over his own feet. He scrambled out of the room almost on his hands and feet like a wounded animal running for cover.

Elaine looked on in slightly bewildered amusement as he disappeared out of the room, a moment later she heard a door close loudly somewhere along the landing.

"Well! Today's been interesting." She thought. She lay back with a sigh, "What now?"

She tried to clear her thoughts. She mulled things over for a few moments. Robbie was probably 'shitting himself' round about now and she did not want him to suffer needlessly, and being the 'grown up' in the situation, it was down to her to clear the air. She pushed back the duvet and swung her legs out of bed. Her heavy breasts jiggled as she moved and she became aware of how hard her nipples had become. "Phew!" she murmured and rubbed her tits with the palm of her hand. She should get dressed. She stood and crossed the room to the chair where her clothes were piled up. Almost instantly she realised that Robbie had been clutching her bra when he had run for cover. She reached for her dress and put it on, then slipped her feet into her shoes.

Then she returned to the bed and tidied the duvet and pillows. Next she stood in front of the full length mirror in the corner of the room and combed her hair and straighten her dress, her braless tits hung lower than usual and her bullet hard nipples pushed obviously at the thin material.

Elaine let out a resigned sigh and left the room. There was only one other door down the landing in the direction that Robbie had headed. With a deep breath and a final smoothing of her dress she knocked gently on the door. There was no response. Again she tapped on the door, "Robbie?" Still no response.

"Robbie, it's OK" He did not reply.

"Don't worry, I'm not angry, actually I think it's more of a compliment than anything."

She heard slight movement from within the room "Are you going to tell my mum?" His voice was weak and faltering.

"No."

"Where is she?"

"I think she's gone to pick you up. I think you must have got your wires crossed somehow."

"Oh." Robbie did not know what to do. He had been caught red handed and his embarrassment was total "Look I'm really sorry, thank you for not telling her."

"Robbie, can I come in?"

"I'm sorry, I'm too embarrassed to look you in the face."

That slightly annoyed Elaine, she was, if anything, the injured party and she was having to do all the work here. "Don't be silly, I told you, it's OK, no harm done."

The door remained shut. She took a hold of the door knob making a slight rattling sound, although she had no intention of opening it herself.

"Well could you at least let me have my bra back?"

On the other side of the door Robbie, who had been curled up, cringing on his bed, had sprung to his feet when the door knob had rattled, maybe with the intention of preventing the door opening, he had not thought that far ahead. Now he stood glaring at his treacherous left hand which still grasped Elaine's bra, he had not realised till now that he still had it. "Shit!" was all he could think.

"Robbie?" The voice on the other side of the door sounded a little harsher this time.

He knew he should just 'man up' and face her, but he just wanted the ground to open up and swallow him. He stood behind the door and turned the knob pulled the door open a few inches, he dangled the bra from his fingers and held it in the gap. 

Elaine let out a sigh, "Robbie this is silly, there's really no need to be embarrassed, it's OK." She raised her arm and took the bra but stroked his fingers with her own.

The gentle touch startled him. "You must think I'm a real pervert. Some kind of sex fiend." He muttered, still hiding behind the slightly open door.

Elaine giggled to herself, "No, I don't think you are either of those things. I think you're just a young boy with all the usual urges that goes with it. Like I said, it's almost a compliment; a woman my age finds it quite flattering that a handsome young thing like you could find her such a turn on. Besides, you and I do have a little history in the bedroom department, so it's not like I'm a total stranger."

"That was the best afternoon of my life." He replied earnestly. "I think you are the most beautiful woman in the world." He was not used to complimenting females, it was the best he could do.

"Awww that's very kind of you." Elaine said, still talking to a door. She glanced at her watch. "Look Robbie, I need to go now. Your mum will be home soon, I'm sure you have a lot of catching up to do. There's no need to worry, this will be our little secret." 

Mentioning his mum, Elaine remembered Irene's involvement in her previous meeting with Robbie and all that Irene had told her had happened afterwards. "Maybe pervert is right." She thought to herself jokingly.

"OK" he replied. Her kindness and recollection of their previous time together had made him feel a little easier about the situation, he was disappointment that she was leaving.

"Can I see you again?" He blurted, almost instantly regretting it.

Elaine smiled at the door again. "Robbie, you can't actually see me now." She joked.

It occurred to Elaine that his request had taken a fair bit of courage and that she should let him down gently. "Look Robbie, apart from anything else, you obviously know who I really am, and that I'm a married woman. It wouldn't be right."

"You were a married woman the first time we met." 

Elaine did not really have an answer to that one, he had a point. "But that was different." She said.

"Different how?" 

"It just was." She could not explain it to herself let alone him, although a big part of it involved his mother and a favour, but it was all still behind Gavin's back and she had all but fucked this boy regardless of her wedding ring. "Look I really do need to go."

"OK" the door sounded a little dejected.

Compassion tugged at her heart. Elaine gently pushed the door wider and it made Robbie stumble back a little, she entered his room and looked at him in the face. She was surprised at how good looking and tall he was his holiday had given him a tan which was obvious despite his bright red blushes. "Look Robbie, you're a very nice, handsome young boy and you need to find yourself some lucky young girl. There is no point chasing after woman of my age, especially not married ones."

"I think about you all the time." It was only a slight exaggeration. Elaine, naked, legs spread, his face in her crotch, was absolutely his number one masturbation thought, and he masturbated a lot. "You are the sexiest woman in the world." He realised too late that he had used the "in the world" already.

Elaine smiled and took his hands in hers, the bra hanging from her wrist. "You're very sweet, I'm sure you'll find someone much more suitable." She raised up on her tip toes and kissed his tanned forehead. In doing so he breasts gently grazed against his chest, her nipples still hard, they both noticed the contact and looked down between them. Robbie heart pounded as he surveyed the cleavage on clear view at the neckline of her dress.

Elaine giggled "Just like a man. A pair of tits and you'll sell your soul." 

Robbie tightened his grip on her hands slightly, "You have fabulous tits." He was embarrassed using the word tits to a woman old enough to be his mother but the words actually gave him a bit of a thrill. It was nothing to the effect it had on Elaine, it was a bolt from the blue, it was one of those things that just strike you suddenly, the phrase turned her on intensely. 

"Ohh Robbie, don't make this difficult, I need to go." She pulled slightly at his grip on her hand, half wanting him to grasp her and rip her dress off. Instead he released her fingers from his.

"I'm sorry." He said sheepishly. 

"It's OK, we can still be friends." She said, knowing this to be a meaningless throw away comment.

"Can I add you on Facebook?" he asked enthusiastically.

The question was unexpected and reminded her of how young this boy really was, "I'm not on Facebook." She replied, "I'm hopeless with computers. I can hardly use a mobile let alone a laptop. Anyway, like I said, I have to go." With that she turned and went down the stairs to retrieve her handbag. Having found her bag she stuffed her bra into it and headed for the door. Robbie stood at the bottom of the stairs near the front entrance.

"I'm sure we'll bump into each other from time to time." She said.

"Hmmm" He said with a doubting undertone.

Opening the door to leave, she turned and looked at him, "Robbie, I am a married woman, and I don't want anything to change that. You will probably come across my husband at some point, please don't say or do anything that might cause me trouble."

Robbie looked shocked, "I would never do anything to hurt you Elaine." It was the first time he had used her name to her face and she believed him.

"Bye bye." She said and drove home.

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To be continued soon, a few words of encouragement never go amiss :) 



Fantasies Fulfilled Ch. 15



This just carries straight on from the last chapter.
If you Have not read the rest, it probably won't make a lot of sense.



After Elaine had left, Robbie regained his composure, he actually felt pretty good about how things had panned out between Elaine and himself. He watched her as she got into her car and she pulled away, all the while rubbing himself. He returned to his room and masturbated, imagining undressing her and playing with her tits and...... actually he did not get much further than that. He had then dozed off, the combination of flight, fright and fantasy had him exhausted.

Ninety minutes after he fell asleep, Irene returned home. She was relieved to find her son safe on his bed. She did not disturb him; instead she busied herself making dinner for the pair of them. When it was ready she returned to his room and gently woke him up.

"Hello mum" he smiled, "what happened to you? Didn't you get my messages?"

Over dinner they sorted out the mix up over the airport. Irene did not mention Elaine and neither did Robbie, although Irene was very curious to know if their paths had crossed. She thought it better to let that particular sleeping dog lie.

"So did you meet anyone in Spain?" She asked.

"Yeah, there were loads of guys in the hotel, I hung out with a couple of them for the first week before they headed home, Dusseldorf I think they said."

"I meant girls." 

"There were a couple, one in particular was nice but I didn't meet her till a few days ago, she's still there."

"What's her name? Where's she from?"

"Millie and London. But I don't suppose she'll be in touch again, it's too far and I think she has a boyfriend although she pretended she didn't."

"What about the other one?"

"Oh that was just someone I met at a dance club, we just spent a few hours together."

Robbie gazed into the distance when he was saying this. He had actually met her on the dance floor, they were both totally drunk. He had managed to walk her back to her hotel, where she was staying with her parents. She would not let him take her up to her room but had given him a blow job in the car park around the back of the hotel. As he began to come in her mouth she had pushed him away and they had managed to set off the alarm on a BMW. As the lights began to dot on in the overlooking rooms they had said a hurried farewell and he had not seen her again. He was pretty sure he would not have liked her in day light.

"But you had a good time?"

"Oh yeah, it was fun."

"And now you have university to look forward to."

"I guess."

A slightly uneasy silence descended on the pair as Irene searched for the courage to mention the elephant in the room. "Robbie, I hope we can put what happened before you went on holiday, behind us and get back to how it was before."

"I guess." He replied uncertainly. 

Robbie had spent most of his holiday figuring out how he could persuade his mother to resume their incestuous activities. Not that he saw it as incest, he just really enjoyed the sex, and the fact that it was his mother was a bonus as far as he was concerned. He had worked through a hundred scenarios in his head, but realistically had come up with nothing practical. "Just how do you seduce your own mother?" In the end he had rather forlornly hoped that she would simply be desperate for his body when he returned from Spain. In the meantime he had replaced the rather hazy visions of his mum with the body of Elaine, which for some reason he had a far better recollection of.

"If that's what you want?" He added.

"It's what's right." She replied earnestly.

Robbie instantly recognised this as not being quite the same as what she actually wanted. The door was still slightly open.

"OK. But I don't think what happened was wrong in the first place, in fact I think it was fantastic, I think you're fantastic."

"That's very kind of you, but it's just not the sort of thing mothers and sons should do. I'm so ashamed of my behaviour towards you."

Robbie could see the tears welling up in his mothers eyes, and figured this was not the time to push it any further. "It's alright mum, whatever you say, but I'm not scarred for life or anything."

"There's something else...." Irene fought back her tears. "It's your father...."

"Oh well he's never here anyway, and I'm hardly going to tell him about us. I'm surprised you stayed with him, I bet he's had loads of other women."

Irene was a little taken aback by the last comment. "It's not that I'm feeling guilty about being unfaithful to him, he's got nothing to do with 'us'. What I meant was there's something I have to tell you about him."

"What's he done now?"

"He's gone."

"Gone where?"

"I mean he's left me...us."

The news took a moment to register. "Fantastic! He's really gone? Not coming back? Ever?"

"Yes.... At least I think so."

"What do you mean?"

"He came back while you were away, things happened and he left. I doubt he'll be back."

"What things?"

"It's not important."

Robbie's mind was racing; he had to admit that in his fantasies regarding seducing his mother, his father had been a bit of an obstacle, usually in the form of a damn good hiding.

"Well thank God for that." He said, and meant it.

"You're not upset?" Irene knew there was no love lost between her son and his father but she was surprised at how well he was taking the news.

"Well, duh! ... Good riddance."

Irene was pleased that this part of the evening had gone so well, she was as nervous at imparting this news as she was about raising the subject of their sexual encounter.

"Let's have some wine to celebrate!" Robbie suggested.

Robbie had never suggested such a thing before, it was if he was stepping into his new role as man of the house, indeed that was exactly how Robbie saw things too. His father leaving for good was a great weight lifted from both his own and his mothers shoulders.

"Yes! Why not?" Irene laughed.

Robbie retrieved and opened the wine, Irene got the glasses and loaded the dishwasher with the dirty dinner plates. "Let's take it in the living room and put the TV on."

The pair settled themselves down at either end of the three seater couch. Irene, in her usual place, curled her legs up under herself. Normally she would have stretched out, but Robbie had chosen to sit alongside her rather than take his usual seat in the chair closer to the Xbox. Robbie flicked the TV on with the remote, "What would you like to watch?" he asked.

"I don't know. What's on?"

Robbie brought the programme guide up on the screen and paged through the list. "There's a film starting in ten minutes, after the news."

"Swinging with the Finckles?" She read. "What's that?"

Robbie pressed the info button. They both read the description in silence. "A romantic comedy about wife swapping?" She finally said. Normally she would have avoided this sort of thing with her son around, whenever they watched things with an adult theme there was always been an embarrassing silence. "What the heck, it's a comedy."

Robbie selected the channel and the news came on. Irene watched the screen and half listened to what was being said, she sipped her wine, a feeling of relaxed contentment permeating her mind. Robbie drained his glass and refilled it offering his mother a top up which was accepted. Robbie leaned back on the leather sofa and eyed his mother; he had no interest in the news. He examined her profile, he found her nose particularly cute, he knew she was no ravishing beauty, and her wrinkled face made her appear older than her fifty five years, her dark hair was from a bottle and the grey roots showed it was time for another visit to the salon. He quickly looked away as his mother moved to light a cigarette and retrieve an ashtray from the glass coffee table next to her, she placed it on the arm of the sofa, flicked non-existent ash into it, took another sip of her wine and returned her attention to the TV. Robbie returned his attention to his mother, in particular her breast. He watched their gentle rise and fall with her shallow breathing and he was fascinated by the way they seemed to expand as she took a deep drag of her cigarette. He remembered how firm and pert they had been to touch and how her hard, dark brown nipples had pointed upwards.

Irene's tits were indeed amazing for her age, although Robbie had too little experience to appreciate the fact. 

His mind wandered to making a mental comparison between his mother's small breasts and Elaine's much bigger and heavier ones. He marvelled at the fact that the size and shape was so different, how their nipples were so different in colour Elaine's being rosy pink and having a much a areola, how utterly fucking fantastic they both were, but ultimately if he was honest, how he preferred Elaine's. Then he remembered how he had tried to steal a peek at her under the duvet earlier in the day and the subsequent embarrassment, he squirmed a little in his seat and took a large swig of wine. 

His movement attracted the attention of his mother who turned her head towards him and smiled, wrinkling her nose a little. He smiled back and fondly patted her nylon covered feet which she had drawn up towards his. "We'll be OK mum." He said.

"Yes. Yes we will." She agreed.

Robbie left his hand on her foot. The film was starting on the TV. "Would you like some more wine?" He asked and drained his own glass. 

"I shouldn't really," but held out her glass for him to pour the remnants of the bottle into, "I had quite a bit at lunch time, that's why I had to take a taxi to the airport."

Robbie too another sip, "Well you don't have anywhere to go now," he said and give her foot another little squeeze."

"Oooo that's nice." She said, Irene had always liked her feet to be massaged, not that it had happened very often.

"Put your feet on my knee, and I'll do them properly." He said.

"Oh? Go on then." Irene laughed and rearranged herself to be lying down, head on a cushion, ankles and feet stretched out across his lap.

Robbie took a deep swig of his wine and placed his glass down. He shuffled around a little so that he was facing more towards her and raised her left foot, which was closest to him, in both hands and began to squeeze and knead it.

"Mmmm, that's sooo nice." she purred and closed her eyes nestling her head further into her cushion.

Robbie rubbed his thumbs in small circles on the underside of her foot using his fingers to hold it steady. He continued for several minutes. Irene contentedly tilted her head so that she could see the TV, she was feeling very relaxed.

Robbie gently put the foot down, and in doing so it came to rest in his crotch, in quite firm contact with his now stiff penis although Irene did not seem to notice. He took another drink.

"What about the other one?" She asked, noticing he had stopped.

"Naaah. I don't like that one." He teased.

"Ohh please, it's not fair to just do one." She smiled.

"Tut. Alright, if I must."

Robbie took a hold of her right foot and began massaging it, leaned a little further forward, increasing the pressure of her left foot against his erection. He rhythmically massaged the foot, and in doing so, hoped to mask the fact the he was, in effect, dry humping her other foot. Irene sighed contentedly and continued watching the film.

As the minutes passed, his thumbs began to ache a little, but that was nothing to the ache in his jeans. In his fantasies of mother seduction, this had been how one of them started, his next move should be to move from foot to calf and then higher and higher, until she more or less begged him for sex through lustful desire. This was also one of the scenarios where his father would burst in at this point and kick the crap out of him, but that was no longer an option.

So that is what he did. Robbie slid his hands from his mother's foot, past her ankle to her calf, kneading the muscle deeply with his fingers. 

"Ooooo" Irene moaned quietly, "That's good."

Robbie slowly, inched his way up her leg until his fingers reached the hem of her skirt just below her knee. "Patience is a virtue" he thought to himself, and moved his hands back down. He repeated the move a few times, each time edging almost imperceptibly higher until his hands were around her knee and under the hem of her skirt. He decided not to be too obvious and not to 'go for goal' straight away, so he released her right leg and picked up the left, ensuring her foot rubbed the length of his cock in doing so. Once again he massaged her calf, up and down.

It occurred to him, how thin his mother's legs were, almost skinny, but they were also quite muscular. Again he made a mental comparison between his mother and Elaine, whose legs were thicker and slightly shorter than his mother's.

Robbie, highly excited and hardly daring to breath, finally decided to push on further. His hands under her skirt hem, moved slowly and deliberately above her knee to her lower thigh. Irene shifted slightly; his hands beat a hasty retreat, only to start their advance once more a few moments later, this time a little higher. His finger tips now about a hands length from the ultimate prize. Her skin was noticeably softer, warmer and fleshier here. Gently he pressed his fingers into his mother's thigh muscle paying particular attention to the inner part of her thigh. Robbie was finding breath difficult to find, he stared at his mother intently, not sure if she had her eyes open or closed.

He watched her chest steadily rising and falling, the material of her blouse made taught by the way she was lying; the vague outline of a lacy bra was visible through the white material.

Robbie jumped when his mother suddenly turned her head towards him, he almost removed his hands in surprise. "I need a wee." She said, and swung her legs away from him.

"Oh" was all that he managed.

"In fact, I dozed off for a moment there. I can hardly stay awake; I think I'll go to bed. Please turn the lights and TV off when you go to bed."

Robbie was crestfallen.

"OK" he mumbled. Irene stood and walked passed him, but then turned and leant and kissed him on the cheek, "Thank you for my massage, it was very relaxing, just what I needed."

"My pleasure" he confessed quietly.

Irene left the room. Robbie grasped the front of his jeans and rubbed his aching cock. "Fuck!" he mouthed.

"No point staying down here." He thought, and hurried to switch everything off and went up the stairs to keep an appointment with his wrist. On the landing he met his mother leaving the bathroom, she was now wearing a light blue nightie, the straps hung low enough to reveal a hint of cleavage, her nipples were clearly visible against the silky material, the hem ended a few inches above her knees.

"Goodnight Robbie, see you in the morning."

"Night mum."

She entered her room, he entered the bathroom. He headed straight for the laundry basket and rummaged for the warm knickers that he would surely find. They were not there. He actually felt angry that, even this had been denied him. He yearned for his mother, or more correctly he yearned for any willing female right now. He brushed his teeth and washed. As he left the bathroom, a thought occurred to him, so he lightly knocked on his mother's bedroom door, "Mum?"

"What is it Robbie?" She sounded a little terse.

He opened the door and peered around it. The bedside lamp was on and he just caught a glimpse of his mother hurriedly grasping the duvet to her chest, he immediately noticed that the nightie straps were gone, and his mother was looking a little flushed.

"I thought I'd set the washing machine going, I have a lot of dirty clothes from my holidays that need doing."

"Well that's a first!" She exclaimed.

"It's just you and me now mum, I'll do my bit."

"Well alright, " she replied, slightly puzzled, "but your father was hardly ever here before, it won't make that much difference."

"All the same, I'd like to help." He moved into the room and went to the laundry basket in the corner. "Do you have any in here to do?" he asked and opened the lid.

"No." She replied. "I did my washing this morning."

Robbie looked in the basket, at the bottom were a solitary pair of white cotton knickers. He reached in and retrieved them, they did seem to be still warm. "I may as well do these." He said.

Irene shrugged, "Hardly seems worth it, but OK".

"Night mum." He beat a hasty retreat from the room but not without noticing that the bedside table drawer, where he had found her vibrator a few weeks before, was open.

"Night Robbie." She said. "Don't mix colours and whites." She called as he closed the door.

On the landing, Robbie pressed his prize to his face and inhaled his mother's aroma. He let out a long sigh. Needing to complete the excuse, he hurried to his bedroom. He threw the knickers on his bed, picked up his suitcase, almost ran downstairs and tipped the entire contents into the washing machine, pressed the on button and turned the dial to a random setting. Robbie had no idea how the machine worked, and the thought of detergent or softener never entered his head. He bounded back upstairs with the machine starting its cold quick rinse cycle.

Once in his room he stripped his clothes and finally released his throbbing erection from its cage. He stretched out on his bed and examined the knickers, exposing the quite heavily stained gusset; he held it to his nose with one hand while slowly pumping his hard cock with the other. Robbie sniffed his mother's dirty panties for a minute or so, then tentatively he touched the material with his tongue, the salty bitter deposit forced his hand to pump faster. His mind played out the evening the way he had hoped it would go and the memory of his mother's sexually abandoned grunts sent him over the edge and his cock head spewed forth a long string of thick white spunk which splattered across his chest and abdomen, two more smaller strings followed. His head dropped back and he let out a long breath of relief. He stayed still for a couple of minutes. His come was pooling around his belly button and not daring to lean over for a tissue, he used the knickers to mop it up, they were barely big enough to do the job. He tossed the sodden knickers under his bed and finally fell asleep.

Robbie was awoken in the morning by his mother, she brought him a cup of tea, and a complaint. "What did you do to the washing?!

"What do you mean? I set it going." He did not bother to open his eyes.

"You dumped it all in together and it's still dirty."

"Oh. Sorry."

"Well your new jeans have run on your white shirt."

"Oh. Sorry."

"And where are my knickers?"

That one got his attention. "Ahh, I don't know, I put them in there."

"Well they're not there now, and I've been through it all."

"Maybe they got stuck in a trouser leg or something."

"Hmmm." She knew that was not the case because she had looked. "Look I set it going again properly, please take it out when it's finished and hang it out to dry. I have to go to work, I'll be back around five thirty."

"OK mum I'll sort it out."

""By the way, it's my birthday at the weekend and I thought maybe we could do something."

Robbie had forgotten her birthday the last two years. "Definitely, that would be nice. What shall we do?"

"Oh, I don't know, maybe a nice meal and a film, I enjoyed last night. Maybe I'll stay awake next time."

"OK. It's a date." Robbie's mind was already racing and he chose the word 'date' with care.

"Well maybe not quite a date son. I have to go, I'll see you later. Bye." Irene left.

Robbie stretched his arms and began planning his next attempt at seduction. His mother's birthday was a good excuse to get her tipsy and he figured that was his best chance at lowering her defences.




Fantasies Fulfilled Ch. 15



His first problem was what to get her? His normal present, when he had actually remembered, was a box of chocolates. "That's quite romantic." He thought. "But she's just think of them as the same as always. I need something with a bit more significance." He reached under his bed. The first thing that he grabbed was a rather revolting fist full of sperm laden knickers, cold and wet. He retrieved them and held them out between thumb and finger. "Eughh" He muttered. His second grope under the bed produced a tin in which he kept his birthday and Christmas money. It proved to contain a hundred and eighty pounds. "That should do it." He thought, and got dressed.

Robbie made himself coffee and cereal, and while he ate them, he looked through a shop catalogue for ideas. As he drained his cup he had a sudden flash of brilliance. He reached for the telephone address book and a few seconds later he sent a text to the mobile number he found there.

Elaine was in her kitchen. Gavin had just left for work, the kids were on their way to school, and she was just wondering if it would be safe to go next door to see Louise without bumping into Mike as well. Her mobile on the kitchen counter buzzed. She picked it up and read the message.

"Can I call U?" Neither the phone or her, recognised the number. 

"Depends who U R" She replied.

A few seconds later it replied "Robbie" .

"Ohh bugger!" She thought. She had hoped that she would not have to have any more to do with that particular indiscretion. It did prey on her mind that he could cause trouble for her and Gavin somewhere along the line, maybe not deliberately, but simply out of youthful naivety. She sat and stared at the name on the small screen for a full thirty seconds. If she said no, then it may cause an adverse reaction, but saying yes might just encourage him. She decided she stood more chance of avoiding any unpleasantness if she actually spoke to him. There was something else weighting the decision. She was curious about what he wanted and frankly, and this thought she tried to deny herself, she fancied him something rotten.

"Y?" She replied, not going for the inevitable 'yes' straight away.

"Need advice." He replied a few moments later..

That one, both, puzzled and slightly disappointed her. She had thought that maybe he was going to try and persuade her of his undying love or something.

"OK" she typed.

A minute later the mobile played it's "Whole Lotta Love" ringtone, that Gavin had set up and she was desperate to change but that would involve admitting she had no idea of how to do it. The screen informed her that Irene was calling. "Hello?" She answered.

"Hi, it's Robbie." He had swapped to the landline to save credit. "Is it OK to talk?"

"Hello Robbie. Thank you for checking first." She felt a bit guilty and dirty about the whole thing. "This must be what it's like to have an affair." She thought.

"Yes it's OK to talk. What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong, I just need a bit of help with something."

"Help with what?"

"It's my mum's birthday, and I could use your advice about what to get her."

"Oh God is that all?" Passed through her mind. Followed by a mental note to send a card herself.

"Of course, when is it?"

"Saturday."

"Well it's only Wednesday so there's plenty of time. What does she like?"

"I was rather hoping you'd know."

"Despite what you may think, me and your mother don't know each other that well. But she's a woman so perfume, chocolates, clothes, jewellery are a safe bet."

"Not chocolates, I always get her chocolates."

"Well perfume then, How much do you want to spend?"

"It doesn't really matter, I have enough for more or less anything."

"Look in her bedroom, see which perfume she's used the most of and get her some more."

"I guess." He said uncertainly, "I was kind of hoping to get her something new and special."

Elaine appreciated this thought. "Well a nice new blouse or something then. You can find her size from her old ones."

"I wouldn't know what to pick, the same goes for jewellery."

"Well I can't buy it for you."

"No," he hesitated, "but you could buy it with me."

"What you want me to go shopping with you?"

"That would be great."

"I don't know." Elaine genuinely was in two minds about it. She loved shopping, regardless of what it was for. She loved the idea of Irene getting a perfect present from her son. She hated the idea of being seen with the boy she had been so intimate with and word getting back to Gavin. "What if we were seen?"

"It's just shopping," he stated the obvious, "and you'd be doing it for my mum."

"That's perfectly true." She thought, if anyone did question it, the truth was she would be helping Irene's son pick a present for her friend.

"OK. When and where?"

"This afternoon?"

"I can't. It will have to be tomorrow or Friday."

"Tomorrow then."

"Fine, how about 11:00am outside the art gallery?"

"OK. I've never actually been in the gallery."

"Well maybe if there's time."

"Thank's Elaine. See you tomorrow."

"Bye." She hung up. "Odd!" She thought to herself. She knew she could have made it that same afternoon, but that would not have given her vanity time to choose an outfit. "Why do I need to do that?" She queried herself. She also knew, that she should have said no to actually visiting the gallery that smacked of more than a shopping trip. More than anything she knew that her nipples were hard and swollen and that her heart was beating faster than if she had been running. "Hmm?" she muttered.

Robbie was feeling very pleased with himself, not only was he sure he would earn some 'mother seduction points', but he would also be spending time with the most gorgeous, sexy, mature, married woman he knew. His cock was feeling quite pleased with him too. It decided Robbie deserved another trip to his mother's bedroom. Robbie did not need any persuading, and climbed the stairs to Irene's room.

He made straight for the bedside table drawer, in which he found her vibrator, it was at the very front and was obviously the last thing put in there. He twisted the base and it sprung into quite violent life. He held it to his nose and inhaled, there was a feint aroma that matched his mum's knickers from the night before. He noticed that the nightie that he had seen her wearing was partly hanging out from under the pillow on the bed. He recalled how his mum had gathered up the duvet around herself when he had entered the room, he was sure she had not been wearing it then. "She was having a wank!" He grinned to himself. The thought of his mum masturbating on this very spot was too much and he urgently took pulled his cock out, and lied down on the bed. He sucked on the vibrator imaging it coated in her glistening cunt cream. He thought back to the night he had lost his virginity to his own mother on this very bed. It did not take long before he was once again reaching for a fist full of tissues.

Carefully he straightened the duvet. Then the devil in him made a suggestion. He removed the AA batteries from the vibrator; a short trip to his old toy chest had a pair of spent replacements inserted in their place. He returned the dead vibrator to its drawer. Down stairs he claimed the only packet of new batteries from the kitchen drawer and took them to his room. He wanted her horny and unfulfilled. Robbie was a sneaky bastard.

While in his room he retrieved the dirty spunk soaked knickers from the night before and hand washed them. He then stuffed them in the sleeve of a shirt that had been part of his washing. He then hung the washing on the clothes frame to dry. "The perfect crime." He thought.

He spent the rest of his day playing on his Xbox. Fifteen minutes before his mother usually came home, he plugged in the vacuum cleaner, he did not actually use it, but waited until he heard his mother's car in the short driveway. Irene opened the door to see him putting it away. "Hi mum. Just done a bit of cleaning, I thought I'd have finished before you arrived." He kissed her on the cheek, lingering just a moment longer than was normal.

"Ohh! What a good boy, thank you son. Did you sort out the washing?"

"Yes"

"And my knickers?" She asked with a cautious tone?

"Ah! I forgot about them, I'll go look now." He trotted off to where he had hung the washing. His mother followed. He felt at a few items before feigning surprise at finding her missing underwear in the shirt sleeve.

"That's OK then." She said. Irene knew for a fact they had not been in that sleeve a few hours earlier because she had checked. "I'll get changed then put some dinner on."

"Would you mind if I went on the Xbox, I've been meaning to have a go all day?" He asked.

"No, you enjoy yourself." She left to change out of her work suit. Returning shortly afterwards in skinny jeans and a black blouse. Robbie thought she looked very sexy in the jeans but the plans in his mind's eye involved a skirt.

Over dinner, a seafood pie retrieved from the freezer, they talked about nothing in particular. Irene quizzed his feelings of going to University, and his life goals. Robbie gave monosyllabic answers and in return asked her about her day, she explained at length how Gavin was useless at filing things properly.

When the meal was finished and the dishwasher loaded Robbie asked "Can we open another bottle of wine? I really enjoyed last night."

"Yes. So did I. I'm bushed after sorting out all that paperwork at the office. I could do with relaxing a bit."

The pair mirrored their actions of the previous evening and took their places, wine in hand, either end of the sofa. "There's a documentary about a children's hospital on BBC1." Robbie suggested, he knew his mum was a sucker for such things. Personally he did not see much entertainment value in sick kids but he was not interested in the TV anyway.

"That might be good." She said.

They drank some wine and Irene watched the programme, Robbie watched Irene, being careful not to let her catch him staring. "How are your feet?" he asked, "Would you like me to massage them again?"

"Ohh. Would you? I've been on them all day and those shoes I was wearing are a little tight." She took the same position as the night before. Robbie was pleased that her left foot was pressing quite hard against his crotch. He massaged her right foot.

"Mum?" He asked quietly.

"Hmmm?" she did not look away from the TV.

"What are you going to do now that dad's gone?"

"Just carry on as usual, I suppose."

"But, when I'm at Uni, won't you feel lonely?"

"Maybe, I don't know. I haven't really thought about it." She lied.

"You're still young enough to find someone else though."

"Ha." She scoffed, "I'm rapidly approaching the wrong side of that."

"You are beautiful, and really sexy." He lied, at least about the first bit.

"Thank you, but you shouldn't say that sort of thing... mother and son... remember." 

"Sorry, just saying how it is."

"Hmmm." 

"How about Elaine?"

"What about her?" 

"Don't you want to see more of her?"

"She's married to my business partner! That was a mistake that I doubt either of us want to make again."

"Well, all I'm saying is, if you wanted to get with a woman, I'd be cool with it."

"Like I said, it was a mistake."

"So you won't be seeing her again?"

"Not like that." Irene said firmly. "That doesn't mean we're not friends. So I'm sure I'll see her sometime."

"Oh? OK. More wine?" He filled her offered glass then moved his fingers to her other foot.

"That's nice." She purred.

Minutes passed in silence, during which Irene emptied her second glass. Robbie held out the bottle and the refill was accepted. He began on her calves and an earnest dry humping of her left foot. It seemed to him that she was pushing it into his crotch, but he could have been imagining it. 

Once again his fingers pummelled and squeezed their way up her legs but this time they were over the cloth of her jeans. The experience was not as exciting for him as it had been the night before when she had worn a skirt. He had just made it to above her knee when she shifted. "Time for the loo." She said.

"I haven't done the other leg." He protested.

"I'll be back in a minute." She assured him, and left.

Robbie took the chance to drink half his own glass of wine, it was his only one so far, and he refilled his mother's almost empty glass with her fourth.

Five minutes passed and his mother returned. She was wearing the light blue nightie. Robbie's heart missed a beat. "Are you going to bed?"

"No. Not yet. I just thought it would save time later. Besides, it's more comfortable."

She returned to her seat and stretched out once more. She sipped from her glass, not mentioning its replenished state.

Robbie picked up her right leg and began squeezing the fleshy calf muscle. Irene nonchalantly shifted her other foot to resume its position in his crotch. Robbie was actually shaking. The night gown was very thin; in her horizontal position his mother's breasts were half on view. "Does she have any knickers on?" was a question that kept popping into his mind. The answer lay just six inches above the hem. He ran his hands the full length of her leg stopping at the hem. Then back again to her ankles.

He raised her leg an inch or too higher hoping for a glimpse up her night gown, but to no avail. Again he massaged his way up her leg.

"You're very good at this." She mumbled, but still with her eyes on the TV.

"Thanks. Maybe it would be better if you lie on your front." He suggested.

"You think?"

"It would be easier to do your calves."

"Well then, I will, if you don't mind?" She giggled, the wine was taking effect. Irene clumsily rolled over, tugging down on her hem in a successful attempt to maintain her modesty. Robbie took the opportunity to vacate his seat and kneel on the floor facing the couch. Despite the quite plush carpet, the hard floor hurt his knees but he did not care. Irene settled into position resting her head on her arms and facing the TV. 

Robbie's mouth was dry and he wet his lips with his tongue. He put his hands once more on his mothers calf and began kneading the muscle with his thumbs, all the while looking at he silk covered bum, trying unsuccessfully to make out a panty line.

His stiff cock strained awkwardly at a sideways angle in his jeans and he had to take a moment to adjust himself to a more comfortable vertical position. Even so, it now almost protruded passed his belt which dug into the taught inflamed cock head. Irene did not seem to notice the manoeuvre. He resumed his massage.

"Oooo... that is better!" His mother agreed softly.

Higher and higher up her leg his tiring hands crept, until they were higher than he had managed previously, touching the short hem line. He carried on inching ever upward, pushing the material up with his movements. Had she been wearing stockings, his fingers would now be touching the flesh above them. He remembered his father had once referred to this as the giggle zone, 'because if you reach that, you're laughing.' Robbie was not laughing, he was hardly able to breath, and when he spied the first few thick black hairs on his mother's inner thighs he almost choked. Irene obviously still had not shaved her bikini line; the hairs were a long way south of her pussy. Robbie decided to change tack, he began massaging both thighs at once with a single hand on each. Digging his fingers into her flesh and making circular pressing motions with his palms and thumbs, all the while imperceptibly pushing her legs apart. He was rewarded with a glimpse at her panty covered crotch. Irene was wearing silky crimson ones, thick black curly hairs protruding from either side of the gusset. The sight was not the one he had hoped for but his imprisoned cock throbbed against his belly.

He wanted to bury his face between her small buttocks, to grab her cheeks and inhale her secret aroma. His hands betrayed him; his thumbs caught a hair on her inner thighs and pulled at it.

"Ooowww!" Irene exclaimed and jerked her legs. "What did you do?" She asked, looking over her shoulder.

"Sor... Sorry mum. Not sure what happened, I must have caught you with my nail."

"It's alright." she said, reaching behind her and rubbing at the area, then pulling the hem back down several inches. "I think you've probably had enough anyway." 

"Nooo. I'm fine." He protested.

"Well my legs are feeling great, thank you."

"Yes they are." His mouth should not have said. His brain came to the rescue, "How about I do your shoulders?"

Irene considered the question for a moment as if in two minds. "That would be nice." She conceded, she rolled onto her front, head resting on her arm once more. Robbie shuffled his knees across the carpet nearer his mothers top half. Her shoulders were very white and pale highlighting the few red blemishes and freckles that she had there. They were bare save for the thin straps of her night gown, the material of which started about four inches below the nape of her neck, his mothers dark short hair filled the gap. He placed a hand on either shoulder close to her neck and pressed his thumbs into her soft flesh, it was very apparent to him how frail she felt.

"Hmmmmm." She exhaled, and her eyes closed. He continued to knead her tense muscles for a few minutes, travelling just a few inches along her shoulders. Eventually he slid his hands a little way down her back and onto the thin material, he rubbed some more.

"Ohhhh yesss."

Finally he moved his hands outwards and to her sides, his fingers rippling over her ribs and the tips touching the soft flesh at the sides of her breasts. 

"Mmmmm"

Robbie leaned over his mother and inhaled her fragrance, her hair, her perfume. He leaned in further and his lips caressed the back of her neck and hair. His brain was shouting "Go for it!", his cock was shouting "Listen to your brain!" His hands began to slide around her sides with every intention of tunnelling under her breasts.

"Ahhh... I think maybe we should stop now." said a slightly hoarse voice from beneath him.

Robbie froze for a moment then let out a long almost silent sigh, he regained his composure, "The material is really slippery, it's difficult to get a proper grip." The excuse was a thin one and he knew it. 

"Professionals, use massage oil, I guess that's even more slippery." She countered as she struggled to a seated position.

"I guess." He said rather subdued.

"Look I'm going to go to bed." She said. 

"It's very early."

"Well you've done such a good job of relaxing me and I have had quite a lot of wine." She stood by the door, the light from the hall shone through the thin material of her night gown, giving him a clear indication that she was indeed wearing dark knickers, but Robbie's attention was fully on her nipples which were protruding a full half inch, pushing the material taught. "Goodnight son." She said and gave him a tender smile.

"Night mum." He replied.

Robbie sat back and blew out a lungful of regretful breath. "So close." He muttered.

He decided to finish the bottle of wine; there was still a glass in the bottle. Drink in hand he flicked through the channels and found an episode of Sexcetera that he had only seen about four times. About five minutes into the programme his mother reappeared, she made him jump like a naughty child being caught doing something he should not, which was actually a fair description of the situation. Robbie hurriedly changed channel. 

"Have you seen the spare batteries? They were in the kitchen." She asked.

Robbie's brain did brief lap of honour. "I used them in the Xbox controller." He lied.

"Oh. Shame. Never mind." She looked truly sad.

"What did you need them for?" He asked innocently, twisting the knife a little.




Fantasies Fulfilled Ch. 15



"Err .. my travel clock." It was all she could think of.

"Travel clock? Are you planning a trip?"

"No. Look never mind. Don't stay up too late. Goodnight... again." She turned to go, "Oh.. and by the way, I don't have any washing that needs doing in my room tonight." She went back upstairs.

Robbie decided he would go to bed too. He had another appointment with his cock and a vision of his mother's thighs to feed it. In the bathroom he washed and looked at himself in the mirror as he brushed his teeth. In the mirror, the laundry basket caught his eye. Why had his mother made that comment about there being no washing in her room? He finished his teeth and opened the laundry basket. There on top of a few dirty towels and the blouse his mother had worn to work, was a pair of crimson red panties. He picked them up and examined them, he held them to his face; the familiar strong musky scent of his mother once more filled his nostrils. He took the knickers to his room, and once again used them to bring himself off. This time at least, he made sure he had enough tissues to hand. He lay panting from his exertions for a short while. Once again he thought back to the "no washing in her room" comment, paranoia crept in. Was it a message? Was it a test? Robbie did consider returning the knickers to the bathroom but a mixture of laziness and curiosity made him choose not to. "Of course she might have just put them to wash." He thought as he stuffed them under his pillow.

The following morning his mother once more woke him with a cup of coffee and kissed his forehead a little longer than was normal before she said goodbye and left for work. Once more Robbie used his mum's dirty knickers as fuel for his fantasies before throwing them back in the laundry basket and getting ready to go out to meet Elaine.

Elaine was relieved to see her family finally leave the house. Gavin and the girls seemed to be deliberately dragging their feet this morning. Ever since she agreed to meet Robbie, she had had butterflies in her tummy. In truth she knew the reason. Whilst she had absolutely no intention of allowing anything physical to materialise between her and the young boy she could not deny his attraction, nor could she forget the fact that how he had made her come so hard. The mother son combination was a huge turn on for her, she felt guilty about how sordid and dirty that was, she felt guilty about betraying her husband in such a frivolous avoidable manner. His behaviour the other day obviously meant he had serious lustful thoughts about her which again she found compellingly attractive and complimentary. She harboured secret fantasies of teaching the boy, the ways of love and sex with an older woman. Ultimately she knew that nothing would push her over the line again, but and that their meeting today was innocent, but still she felt that she was in someway, being unfaithful. The secrecy itself was scary and therefore exciting. What must it be like to be truly unfaithful? Is this a tiny piece of what adultery must feel like? If so, she could fully appreciate the attraction, but she was far too much of a wife and a coward to go that route.

She had thought long and hard about what to wear. She had determined that she would dress her age and since they would be shopping for jewellery or the like she would be smart, she found the service and attention from assistants was always far better when she dressed formally and 'upmarket'. The sleeveless, knee length plain black dress fitted the bill and was one of her underused favourites. She transferred her essential belongings from her usual brown leather handbag into her smart black one with gold trim. As she did so, she felt another pang of guilt, recalling that her husband always commented on the 'Tardis' like properties of women's bags, being bigger on the inside than the outside. She had chosen to wear her best underwear. Whilst no one would ever know, she got a thrill out of thinking that she was actually wearing the very get up that Robbie probably imagined all women wore. She did not particularly like the physical feel of suspenders but the emotional and mental buzz she got out of them far outweighed the discomfort. She could not go the whole way with high heels as she never really got the hang of wearing them for long periods but the petite black shoes were high enough and looked the part. 

After a final check of her makeup and an unnecessary reapplication of her lipstick she ran out of excuses, a deep breath and she picked up her car keys.

It was a sunny day as Robbie alighted from the bus. It was just a few hundred metres from the art gallery. He knew he was thirty minutes early but he was terrified of keeping Elaine waiting. He felt quite nervous as he slowly walked towards the large paved area in front of the gallery. He dreaded Elaine mentioning his behaviour the other day, but he had believed her when she had said to forget it, he knew that he had blown any chance with her, and now all his efforts were aimed squarely at his mother, after all she was the one he had managed to fuck and Elaine was way out of his league even before she had caught him wanking over her sleeping body.

He arrived at the gallery and sat on a bench, a few expectant pigeons pecking the ground around him. He watched the young girls walking by, some giggling with each other as he caught there eye. He would have loved to hear what they were saying but figured it would be mostly derogatory. He was wrong. 

He was more attracted to the older woman and he followed them with his eyes as they passed by, mostly not paying any attention to his stares. One woman in particular caught his gaze. She walked confidently across the paved area, her hips swaying gently and rhythmically, her eyes hidden behind dark sunglasses, he was guessing she was Italian, stylish and sexy with an air of not caring about what anyone else was thinking or doing. As she came closer he averted his eyes downward, he could not see her eyes behind her dark glasses and felt embarrassed about being seen staring. He observed the pigeons, a large male was strutting his stuff, puffing out his chest, nodding his head and cooing.

"Good looking fella!" Elaine said, looking directly at Robbie through her sunglasses.

"What? .... I mean pardon?", Exclaimed Robbie, not believing that the Italian goddess had actually spoken to him.

Elaine smiled, "He's a good looking fella," she repeated, nodding at the pigeons.

It dawned on him who the goddess was. "You look incredible." He blurted. It was true.

"I think maybe 'incredible' is taking it a bit far, but thank you."

"But you do." He protested. "I didn't recognise you."

"Ahh, there you go, you had to spoil it." 

"What?"

"You mean I don't always look incredible?" She had determined to tease her young boy 'friend' mercilessly today.

"Yes.... I mean no... I mean..." 

"Don't worry I know what you mean." She smiled.

"I meant you look different." He wanted to repair the damage.

"Different? You mean I have clothes on?" she teased.

Robbie looked flustered, "I mean....."

"Quit while you're ahead Robbie." She relented. "So? Where shall we start? We're both a bit early; would you like to have a quick look in the gallery? Or shall we go and get mummies present?"

"Whatever you like." He replied eagerly.

"Wrong!"

"What?"

"Look, I've decided to give you a few tips on how to behave around women. After the other day I know you could do with a little coaching."

"Oh?" He gingerly began to examine his shoes, he really did not want that particular occasion to be mentioned.

"Lesson number one, never qualify a compliment." She continued. "Number two, be decisive, women like men who take control. If you want to go in the gallery say so, if you don't then say that instead."

"I do." He said still looking at his feet.

"Good. Lesson three, be confident, even if you don't feel it. Look at the woman when you talk to her." 

Robbie raised his face to look at her and smiled weakly. "Sorry."

She returned his smile, "That's better. I'm not your mother and you don't have to behave like a naughty little boy around me."

They headed for the rather grand gallery entrance. "So it's your mum's birthday?" Elaine commented.

"On Saturday, yes."

"Dare I ask which one it is?"

"You mean how old she is? I thought you'd know."

"It never cropped up, when we were.... in our times together."

"She'll be fifty six."

"Really?" Elaine was genuinely surprised; she had thought Irene was quite a bit older.

They reached the heavy glass gallery door; Robbie pushed it open and entered. Inside he turned and waited for Elaine, who stood outside, with a picture of resigned patience written across her face, she was not actually tapping her foot, but she was close. Robbie exited the building. "Aren't you coming?"

"Lesson four, always open the door for a woman."

Ahh.. OK." He said, "Phew money can't buy tips like this!" He naively thought to himself as he held the door open for Elaine to sweep passed.

"My dad wasn't much of a role model." Robbie explained. 

"So I heard. Good manners will take you a long way with women, and anyone else for that matter." 

They stood beneath a large sign explaining what was where within the gallery.

"I doubt we have time to do the whole place, do you have any preferences?" She asked.

Robbie scanned the question for tricks, but could not detect any. He applied the decisive rule, "I'd like to see the Impressionists." He chose at random.

"Good choice. Which one is your favourite?" She was feeling evil.

"Ohhh, I like all of them." He bluffed.

"Lesson five. Honesty is the best policy where women are concerned."

"I think I need a pen, I better start taking notes." He grinned.

"Maybe you should, we're complicated creatures."

"Anyway, let's go see what the Impressionists do for you."

"It says they're on the second floor."

They headed for the impressive, broad, marble staircase. Robbie moved aside to allow Elaine go first. 

"You're a fast learner." She smiled.

"Lesson six. Ladies first. Right?" He laughed.

"Very good."

"Plus I get to see your arse jiggle." He thought, as Elaine climbed the stairs ahead of him. Her hips and bum cheeks swung before him, hypnotically and he was mesmerised by the dark seams on the back of her sheer stockings. He wondered just how far up they went. He could not take his eyes from the slit like vent in the back of her tight fitting dress. He was just wondering whether to drop back a few steps to get a better view when they reached the top. 

"Ah. Here we are." She said. "Ohhh look, there's a Monet, "He's my favourite." She beamed, and pointed to a painting across the gallery.

"You can read that tiny sign from here?"

"Nooo, silly! I did my thesis on the Impressionists at University. I'd know his paintings anywhere."

"What did you study?"

"Art history."

"Wow."

"Not really a wow subject, it's actually only of use when you visit a gallery with easily impressed young men."

"You make a habit of visiting galleries with young men then?

"Actually, you're my first, but maybe I could get used to it."

"So why how come they're called Impressionists?"

"Oh don't get me started, it was a derisory term used by a critic when Claude Monet," she waved her arm in the direction of the painting, "did a painting in this style called 'Impression, soleil levant'."

"French then?"

"Uh... yes."

"They're colourful." he offered as he did a full sweep of the room.

"Some are. Do you like them?"

"Do I get points for saying yes?"

"You get points for telling the truth." In honesty there were bonus points for a 'yes'.

"I do like them. Especially that one." He pointed at a picture of ballerinas.

"That's a Degas, he was one of the founding members of the Impressionist movement. To be honest he was a bit of a shit."

"A shit?"

"He had a thing about Jews."

"Oh." 

"But he could certainly knock out a good painting." She conceded reluctantly. "I think I'll sit for a minute or two." Elaine headed for a couch in the middle of the room. Robbie joined her after a brief look at the ballerinas. Elaine watched him cross the room towards her. He was wearing blue jeans, a white shirt that hugged his quite broad chest and brown brogues, a thin gold chain was just visible around his neck. His holiday in Spain had given him a rich tan and lightened his already blonde hair.

"The tan suites you." She said quietly after he sat down. "With that shirt and those jeans, you look Italian."

"Ha! That's exactly what I thought about you when I saw you arrive."

"Well we are a stylish pair then." She said and interlocked her arm with his.

Robbie tensed with the sudden contact.

"Oh! Sorry." She said "I'm forgetting myself." She made to pull her arm away from his.

"It's OK, I was just not expecting the hug." 

"All the same, we better not."

"Spoil sport." He said, and meant it.

"Shall we go get mummy's present?" She changed the subject.

"Yes." He said. "Lesson two, be decisive." He thought.

"Have you thought what you'd like to get her yet?"

"I thought maybe some jewellery."

"Well that will certainly go down well. Come on there's a great jewellers behind the gallery, he does some really nice stuff."

"I'm in your hands." He smiled.

"I've already been in yours." She teased, and instantly wished she had not said it. Robbie's face blushed. 

"I remember." He said, "every night." He added.

"Shhhhh." She pressed her finger to his lips. "Come on." They returned to the gallery forecourt. "It's just up here." Elaine pointed up the tree lined street.

They walked for a few minutes, and talked about what sort of jewellery each other liked, and what he thought his mother would want. Robbie thought a ring would be a good idea.

"A ring isn't really a suitable gift for a son to his mother, it's more of a lover or husband type of thing." She really wished she had not said that. "Anyway if I was your mother, I'd love to get something like a chain or better yet a locket."

"What's a locket?" 

Elaine tried not to look exasperated. "It's a bit like a pendant, nut it opens and you can put a photo or maybe a lock of hair inside."

"Isn't that a lover type of thing?" He asked hopefully.

"Well yes, it can be, but it would be just lovely to have one with your children in it."

"Sounds perfect." He said.

At the shop Robbie, held the door open for Elaine, and whispered "Lesson four?"

"Very good." She replied.

"Yes Madam how can I help you?" The very well made up shop assistant asked.

"Actually it's not me it's my...." She could not think of a word for Robbie who was hanging back feeling a little intimidated by the assistant, who he frankly found very attractive. "Come on Robbie, you're buying this, not me." Prompted Elaine.

"Errr. " Was all he could manage but stepped forward to stand or rather hide, behind Elaine.

"We'd like to see some lockets please." Elaine came to his rescue.

"Certainly madam." The assistant replied and moved off to find the relevant display tray. 

While she was away, Elaine turned to Robbie. "What happened to lesson three?"

"Remind me?"

"Confidence!"

"Ahh. OK."

"How much do you have to spend?"

"Almost two hundred pounds."

"Gosh! Lucky mummy. I really don't think she'd want you to spend that much." Robbie was actually hoping to buy several presents so he did not want to pay it all out on just one. 

The assistant returned with a selection of gold lockets. "These are particularly fine. The chains are top quality." The lockets did indeed look very good. "They range from seven hundred pounds," she pointed at large one at the top, "to eighty five pounds." waving a dismissive finger at the tiny piece at the bottom. Robbie stepped forward and leaned in to take a closer look. They were a lot more expensive than he had imagined, the cheapest was well within his price range but frankly it was pathetically small.

"Is it a present for your mother?" The assistant asked, nodding towards Elaine.

"Yes." He admitted, not noticing the nod.

Elaine did notice the nod and for some reason it angered her, it was a perfectly natural assumption on the assistant's part. Nevertheless Elaine hated the fact that her age was so obvious, it had not used to be. She chose to let the comment pass.

"Actually Robbie, I think gold is a little tacky, how about a tasteful silver one?" She said.

"Uh? Yes, sure."

"Could we see some silver ones please?" requested Elaine with an exaggerated smile.

The assistant huffed a little but soon returned with a second selection. "These range from two hundred and fifty pounds to just thirty pounds." The assistant announced.

"Oh yes. These are much nicer. What do you think Robbie?"

"Yes, there nice." Robbie agreed, relieved that he could actually afford most of them.

Elaine fingered a few of them, examining the tiny price tags as well as the actual lockets. "This one is lovely." She declared hanging one of the lockets over her fingers. "What do you think, Robbie?"

"Well if you like it?"

"Yes, I think it's perfect." She actually felt a little jealous of Irene, who would be receiving such a beautiful object for her son.

"OK. We'll take it." He said, pleased to be able to get it over with so quickly. He was trusting Elaine not to have gone over his limit, he had no idea how much it was.

"Certainly sir." The assistant smiled, "That will be sixty eight pounds."

Robbie handed over the money, the assistant handed over the change and the boxed locket in a small bag. She winked and smiled at him as he took it. Robbie was a little shocked and was not sure how to take it. Elaine saw the come on from the girl and again felt a small wave of anger at presumption that he was her son. 

"Come again." The assistant called to Robbie, as he held the door open for Elaine.

Outside it was beginning to cloud over a little and but it remained hot.

"So are we finished?" Asked Elaine, a little disappointed that the shopping had so quickly succeeded.

"Well that was such a good deal, I could get her something else as well."

"Fine, what have you got in mind?"

"I'm not sure."

"Well did you check out which perfume she likes?"

"No. But I'd rather get her something different anyway."

"Fair enough. Let's go where I get mine."

"What do you use?"

"Prada. Do you like it?" Elaine tilted her neck to one side and he leaned in for a sniff. He inhaled her fragrance and simply could not help himself when he planted a small kiss on her neck.

"Robbie!" She squealed, a mixture of anger delight.

Robbie quickly pulled away. "Sorry. I just couldn't stop myself." 

"You mustn't behave like that." Elaine was flustered, she had actually felt a ripple of excitement, "What if someone saw?" She actually knew that the chances of being recognised were very low indeed but it was all that came to mind.

"Sorry." 

"OK. Forget it, but just behave yourself."

"I like your perfume by the way." He said with a cheeky grin.

"Thank you. Come on let's get a move on." She led the way.

The department store perfume counter proved to be a daunting place for Robbie. It was surrounded by cosmetic counters behind which stood many very attractive women and girls all made up immaculately, he felt well out of his depth. Elaine guided him to the samples. "Well, here we are. Take your pick."

Robbie looked at the bizarrely shaped bottles and had no idea. "How do I know?" He asked.

"Have a sniff. It will smell differently on each woman but you get a good general idea from just sniffing the bottle. If you find one you like spray a bit on your wrist and have a proper smell of it.!

The assistant was approaching.

"I can't do that!"





Fantasies Fulfilled Ch. 16



Again this just carries straight on from the last chapter and if you have not read the rest, it probably won't make a lot of sense, although there is a LOT of sex in this one.

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While Robbie and his mother nestled in each others arms, a few miles away the objects of both their desires were getting down to business.

Elaine spread her legs wide for Gavin as his tongue traced the moist folds of pussy flesh around her clitoris. Her thighs quivered in anticipation of his lips covering her small swollen point of ecstasy. He inhaled her musky fragrance and using both hands firmly on her inner thighs, held her cunt open. The slick gooey opening winked at him as she clenched her pelvic muscles. He appreciated the fact that she had not shaved for several weeks, he knew she had taken a liking to the look of Irene's cunt, though he doubted his wife was capable of emulating that thick mat of hair, she was giving it her best shot. His saliva mixed with Elaine's cunt juice to glisten and stick to the long strands of brown pubic hair. He loved the fact that her hair was now much higher on her groin, so much so that it protruded from the top of her knickers, the same knickers that he had removed from his giggling wife just a few moments ago.

He stiffened his tongue and ran it from her juicy opening to the base of her clitoris. Elaine jerked at the silky touch. "Mmmmm." He teased her clitoris, gently lapping at the skin either side of it but never quite touching the thousands of jangling nerves in it's pink swollen head. She was getting deliciously impatient. "Suck it Gav," she hissed, "lick my clit." He ignored her pleas and pressed down on her thighs even harder. Elaine loved to be held down like this, controlled, open, exposed for all the world to see. "Lick it! You bastard."

"Uh Uhhh.!" He uttered without removing his mouth from her divine nectar laden cunt.

"Pleeease."

He responded to the magic word by sucking hard on her erect pink nubbin.

"Ohhh My God!" She moaned, thrashing her arms and upper body, grasping at the sheets beneath her sweating back.

After a minute of direct contact between his sucking lips and flicking tongue and the centre of her universe she came, hard and violently. She bucked her hips against his firm hands which pressed her down restricting her movements; she circled her love mound, trying to grind it against his face. "Ahhhhhh!" she cried, she simply could not stand it any more, the feelings of ecstasy were bordering on pain, and her clitoris became just too sensitive, too intense. Gavin recognised the signs and switched his hands under her thighs lifting them higher pushing her bum up and presenting him with a perfect view of her gaping, clenching cunt hole and just an inch away her little brown, star like anus. He ran his broad tongue wetly across her pink cunt and ended at her puckered little hole. Back and forth he ran his mouth across his wife's excited quivering holes, making a point of his tongue at her anus and delving inside just a tiny way.

"You dirty boy!" she choked. "You dirty, little boy."

That was a new term to Gavin, she had not used that one before. It excited him even more. 

"Fuck me, please fuck me." She begged, she needed to be filled, a deep urgent need that only a cock would fill.

Gavin relented his assault on her most intimate holes. He knelt between her legs rubbing the tip of his swollen cock between her wet labia, lubricating the purple head before finally thrusting forward and into her hot silken tunnel. "Ooohhh!" They uttered in unison. 

Gavin watched his wife as her face contorted in sheer pleasure. He marvelled at her heavy tits rocking as he punctured her time after time. Finally he leant forward and lay fully on top of her, their sweating bodies joining as one and they kissed. His tongue and hers fighting to enter the others body to merge as fully as they could, to be inside the other, to be one orgasmic beast. They ground pussy against cock, and finally Gavin stiffened and filled her with blast after blast of thick white cum cream. Her firm wet cunt walls grasped his pulsating manhood as it pumped its load into her womb. 

They lay panting like that for several minutes. 

"Jesus!" He finally said, lifting his body up on straightened arms. "That was good." Elaine just smiled. His wilting cock was still inside her. He tried to reach the box of tissues next to the bed but could not reach. "Shuffle over, or we'll have a big wet patch." They manoeuvred in a well practiced manner till he could reach some tissues. He handed them to his wife who stuffed a couple in the mouth of her dribbling pussy, as he withdrew his soft cock from her. He rolled on to his back next to her. "Phew!"

"How was it for you darling?" He asked ironically, he knew when his wife had had a really strong orgasm, and this was one of those times.

"It was good. I needed that."

"Me too. It makes a change for us to be just us." He laughed.

"Hmmm." She made it sound doubtful.

"What do you mean, 'hmmmm'?"

"Well we've never really spoken about the other night." They both knew she meant the night they had swapped partners with the next door neighbours.

"What's to talk about?" He had mixed feelings on the subject, and was not sure he wanted to discuss it now. In fact he actually wanted to roll over and sleep, he was a traditional sort of guy.

"I had sex with another man!" She exclaimed. "You fucked my lesbian lover! I think that's quite a lot to talk about!"

"Strictly speaking, she's not a lesbian and neither are you."

"Ok bi-sexual then." The phrase disturbed him a little; it had not occurred to him that his wife was indeed bi-sexual. "How do you feel about any of it?"

"Horny!" he replied flippantly.

"Really, be serious, how do you feel about the guy next door knowing what your wife's like in bed?"

"Tricky one." He admitted. "I try not to think about it too much."

"So you don't like the idea?"

"Of course I don't like the idea of you with another man. But it's not like you did it behind my back. I was there you know. It was more of a mutual trade situation. That's why it's called wife swapping. To be honest I think I came out ahead on that score."

"WHAT? Oh thanks!"

He realised how terrible that sounded. "No, no I didn't mean it that way. I meant I got to do more to his wife than he did to you."

"And that's how you see it? A competition?"

"It's a man thing."

"But I'm a woman. How about I even up the score? I'll just nip next door and let him fuck me up MY arse.."

"Don't be silly. Besides from what I saw, he wouldn't fit."

Elaine smiled. "Hmm, he's certainly a big boy."

Gavin was horrified. "Mine's longer, his is just short and fat."

"Not that short, but don't worry, you still have the best willy." She could not help but picture Robbie's cock which had both her husband and her neighbour, Mike, beat. Gavin was appeased.

"Anyway, he's not straight."

"Of course he is."

"He wanked me off!"

"So you're not straight either then!"

"Yes I bloody well am. I didn't know it was his hand." He had a point.

"Well maybe it was a one off."

"He mentioned me returning the favour?"

"OK so he's bi too. That's three out of the four of us. Whose the odd one out now?" She teased.

"Ha bloody ha."

"So you don't mind another man fucking me providing you get a fair share of his wife?"

"No, I mean yes. I mean no, I don't like the idea of another man fucking you."

"But I shouldn't mind you fucking another woman?"

"That's different."

"How is it?" There was no rational answer to that one.

"Well that first time with Irene, it was a shared experience."

"You got to fuck her though."

"Yes, but it was you that more or less lured her into bed. If you had a cock, you'd have had it in her. It's not my fault you aren't equipped." She had to laugh at that one.

"Would you like me to have a cock?"

"Noo. I thought we'd just established that."

"I could get a strap on and do you with it."

That caught his attention, he had to admit, it was quite an appealing idea. "That wouldn't make me gay."

"Of course it wouldn't." she laughed.

He rationalised his thoughts, he had enjoyed the odd finger in his arse recently. "A guess a bum is a bum. It must be pleasurable or homo's wouldn't do it." The word made Elaine raise an eyebrow.

"You did me up there. It was nice... eventually. In fact I was hoping you'd do it again?"

"I'd love to, but not just now eh?"

"So you'd enjoy your wife fucking you with a big fat cock?" 

He imagined his wife with a stiff prick and swaying tits. "I might.... But less of the big and fat, how about thin and small? And not a black one, in fact do they do one that doesn't look like a cock?"

"I really don't know, it's not something I spend a lot of time researching. Anyway I don't know how we got onto this subject. We were talking about how you felt when you saw another man making love to me?"

"I hated it. I hated it more when you were alone with him in the other room."

"Yes, me too actually. I couldn't help but wonder what you and Louise were up to, and frankly Mike just isn't that good a lover 'one on one'."

"Good!"

"You and Louise, seemed to be enjoying yourselves."

"We managed."

She swung a pillow and hit him full in the face. "Managed!! You were like a cat that got the cream."

"It was your idea I seem to remember."

"Well it was more of a group decision."

"Well it didn't include me."

"You agreed!"

"I didn't feel I had a lot of choice, besides you and Mike were up the stairs like a pair of greyhounds."

"Ohhh, I'm sorry, I didn't think you saw it that way." She genuinely felt regret.

"I'll live."

"So you don't like me having sex with other men, how about women?"

"That's different."

"Not really."

It is to me."

"How so?"

"I'm not sure I'd like it, if you were doing it without me being involved some how."

"Well you were involved with Irene, although...." She stopped herself.

"Although what?"

"Errr I do have a small confession to make." She said looking very guilty. "I really didn't think you'd mind."

"Mind what?" he demanded.

"That night when you fell asleep, me and Irene sort of slipped away to bed a bit early and...."

"And?"

"You know... we did stuff."

"Stuff?" Gavin really did not mind, in fact he was feeling renewed stirrings in his groin.

"Yeah stuff.... Girl stuff. Look I can't really remember," she lied, "we were both quite drunk."

"Ok, I'll let you off that one."

"And that time with Louise, I told you I was interested in her and you were ok with it, and I made you a tape of the 'events'."

The tape was in Gavin's study, he had played it countless times. "I know, that was OK too. But that's because I was involved, even if you were only sharing a tape with me."

"The only other time was the other night and we just went through that one."

"So what are you getting at?"

"Nothing, I just wanted to know where we stand. And it seems, it's ok for me to pick up women for you to shag. But not for me to shag other men." She smiled.

"That's sooo not what I said. Typical woman, twisting the facts."

"That's what it sounded like to me."

"Nooo." He sounded exasperated.

"How about if you picked up a man?" She asked.

"What?"

"How about if you picked up a man, had sex with him and then I fucked him?"

"What the fuck are you talking about? There is so much wrong with that, I don't know where to start." He was out of his depth.

"It's the same as me picking up a woman, having sex with her and then you fucking her."

"No it's not!" He protested. Of course it was the samee. She smiled enigmatically at him. "We just said, I'm straight, I have no interest in men."

"Actually you said that, just before you asked to have a cock up your arse." She laughed.

"I'm not having this conversation." He drew the line.

"Of course sweetie." She leaned over and kissed his cheek. "All I was getting at was that sex with someone of the same sex is a bit like foreplay, at least for me it is. The main course is with someone of the opposite sex. And since you are so competitive you'll appreciate that you're ahead two to one."

"OK. Yipee I win. Now let's go to sleep." He said sarcastically.

"Night lover." She said. "But I'm competitive too." She did not say.

"Goodnight".

Friday morning dawned and Gavin's household had their usual mad rush of getting the kids ready for school and packed into his car so he could drop them off at school and go to work. Gavin arrived a few minutes later than usual and greeted Irene who was tapping away at her computer.

"Good morning Gavin." She smiled, which was noticeably more upbeat than her usual glum 'morning'."

"Morning Irene." He replied, "Someone's in a good mood?"

"Yes, I am, must have been the early night I had." She chirped and returned her attention to the screen.

"You should get to bed more often."

She gave a knowing smile. "I think I will." She answered without looking up.



Back at the house Elaine was tapping a computer keyboard too.

Over the last few weeks Elaine had discovered several things about herself. Firstly, and easily the most important, she loved her husband. Secondly, she had had a very sheltered life especially sexually. Thirdly, she loved the excitement and intrigue of the additional sex partners that she so recently encountered.

She had determined two things. Firstly things had to go back to being just her and Gavin, she knew that eventually the partner sharing, swapping and stuff would destroy their marriage, probably he would be the first to break but it was definitely going to have to stop. Secondly, and this is the one that she was really nervous about, she was going to fuck Irene's son. He was going to be her present to herself. He was going to be the last new man to have his wicked way with her. He was going to be the secret score leveller. He was the full stop at the end of the madness. He was going to be a lucky bastard.

Google came up with what she was looking for and a few moments later she was entering her credit card details. Then she went upstairs to the bathroom, stripped top off and looked in the mirror at her 36dd tits. They had stood the test of time pretty well, a slight sagging and a few stretch marks but her large pink nipples still pointed north. Thinking better of it, she put her bra back on. She pointed her phone camera at the mirror ensuring it was only her breasts in frame, she pushed the button. The image was hazy and not all that complimentary, her tits looked a little smaller, but it would do the job. She entered a short message and pressed send. Elaine stripped the rest of her clothes and entered the shower. It was about 9:15am. That gave her over an hour.

Robbie dozed in his mother's bed. They had awoken a lot earlier than usual after a bad nights sleep. They had both kept waking up, due to the unusual and exciting proximity of each other. When his mother had quietly started to disentangle herself from his arms and legs he asked "Everything OK?" He was worried that she would have yet another change of heart.

"Oh yes, everything is just fine, go back to sleep." She had said lovingly and kissed his cheek. It was about six o'clock and the light was beginning to fill the room through the closed curtains. Robbie watched his naked mother sit up, the perfect cherry topped peak of her curved breast was a sight he would never get tired of.

"It's very early," he said, "are you getting up?"

"Well I can't sleep and there's washing to put on and I really do need a shower." She emphasised this by running her hand across her breast and tummy, then looking at her hand. 

"Mum?"

"What is it?" she said kindly.

"Mum... I..." He really was floundering.

"Just say it son." Irene was worried, had he had second thoughts?

"I don't suppose you... " He gestured towards the bed, "I mean would you like to..."

It dawned on her like a weight being lifted from her shoulders. "Again? Already?"

"Well only if you want to." He said sheepishly.

"I must look a sight." She said.

"You look incredible." He said gazing at her tits.

"Very well, I did say I'd try to keep up with you." She smiled, nerves beginning to build in her stomach. The room was very light and she was not sure she was ready for him to see her in the full throws of masturbation heaven. "Would you mind if I did it under the covers? I know it's not the same but ...."

"Of course not, whatever you want." He replied.

Irene settled back into bed, the duvet up around her shoulders, her arms still outside of the covers. "Well, here we go again." She said nervously.

"Thanks mum." Robbie said his hands already fondling his morning erection.

Irene stared directly ahead. Robbie was looking at her face, there was not much else to look at. He began to pump his meat quite earnestly. Irene nervously turned to look at him. His face was strained, the covers were moving quite rapidly over his thumping fist. She thought how vulnerable he looked, how urgent his hormones made him. She yearned to take him in her arms and hold him while he found release, but she knew she should not touch.

"Oh my poor baby boy," she whispered, "you do need this don't you?"

Robbie was finding it difficult to concentrate, it was after all, a truly bizarre thing to masturbate while your mother watched.

"Here, would it help if I...." she said and pushed back the duvet, uncovering her breasts. She had not yet touched herself. She had not really been in the mood.

As her nipples sprang into view, Robbie grunted, he thought it helped quite a lot.

With the duvet pushed back his chest was also on view, but the extra layers of cover were interfering with his pumping action.

"M mom," he stammered, "could I..?" He used his legs to shove the covers further back and off of his groin. Irene took a deep breath, as for the first time she had a clear view of her son's hand wrapped around his big cock. 

"Oh my!" she muttered and her hand slipped down to her own quickly moistening genitals. Her pubic mound was only just covered by the newly pushed back cover. Robbie's gaze drifted towards her covered cunt. Irene pushed back the cover some more and he gasped. "Is that better?" she asked.

"Uh huh." was the best his strained voice could manage. He craned his neck up to get a better view of her dark trimmed bush.

Irene was fascinated by the sight of her son, seeking release in this way, she was very aroused but was far more concerned with his well being, and she still did not feel comfortable enough to really go for it in front of him in the full light of day.

"Would you like to see?" She asked.

"Uh?" he grunted, the words putting him off his stroke a little.

Irene knelt up next to him; her cunt was just a few inches from his head. Robbie stared in disbelief. "Ohh Mum!"

Irene cupped her breasts and squeezed the nipples. With the pungent aroma of her arousal in his nostrils he came. White strings of jetting spunk flew from his cock slit time after time. Robbie jerked with the involuntary feelings spewing from his manhood. When finally he relaxed back down, Irene stroked his brow, she had been quite alarmed at the sheer quantity of jism he had produced. "Goodness, what a lot." she remarked as the translucent white liquid puddle on his abdomen. She reached across him to retrieve a box of tissues. Robbie ogled her beautiful tits as they hung pear shaped in front of his face. As she pulled back her nipple caught his nose. "Ooops sorry."

"It's really, really ok." He laughed, taking the tissue box from her outstretched hand.

"Now I really must get on." Irene hurried about the room picking up clothing and retrieving her bathrobe. She left the room.




Fantasies Fulfilled Ch. 16



Robbie lay back unable to believe his luck.

It was just after ten when he awoke again. Irene would have gone to work by now, His cock had once again ballooned into its magnificent full size. He fondled it yet again. He determined he would try not to wank anymore, or at least not till his mother was home, besides the usual urge was not quite so strong, his previous two efforts had been particularly satisfying. He jumped out of bed and went to his own room in search of fresh clothing. He noticed his mobile phone by his bed was flagging up a new message. It was from an anonymous mailbox. He opened it expecting some sort of spam. He was surprised to see a picture of a woman's bra covered breasts with the caption 'Hotel Ibis 11:30am DON'T BE LATE'.

He stared at the screen, re-read the message, he stared at the tits. "Mum?" He murmured. He rubbed his cock once more, but suddenly realised he did not know what time it was. He checked his clock, it read 10:30. "An hour." His brain informed him. He was confused and quite excited. Why did his mother want he to go to a hotel?

He thought he better shower, then he realised he had no idea where the hotel was. He ran to his computer and quickly found the address. His brain ran through many calculations including a bus time table. His plan of action was set. First he ordered a taxi to arrive in thirty minutes time; he had the world's fastest shower. He dressed and even had time to grab a glass of milk and brush his teeth. He wondered about shaving with the few minutes to spare but decided against it, he rarely needed one and this was one of those occasions. He grabbed his phone and the remainder of his money from the other day. Lastly at 11:00 he rang his mother's office. A man answered the phone.

"Hi, is my mum there?" Robbie asked Gavin.

"That depends on who you are or more to the point who your mum is." Gavin explained.

"It's Robbie, Irene's son."

"Oh hello Robbie, no I'm sorry, you just missed her, she said she had an appointment. She didn't know how long it would take."

"Oh ok" he smiled as his thoughts were confirmed.

"Would you like to leave a message?"

"No, no message, it doesn't matter."

"OK Bye."

"Bye."

The taxi beeped its horn and Robbie left the house. Twenty minutes later he paid the driver and stared up at the Ibis Hotel sign.

"Now what?" he thought to himself. He looked around. He was alone in the car park, he could not see his mother's car but the car park extended around the side of the building. He looked at the automatic doors and headed through them. Inside it was quiet, a girl sat behind the reception desk, a few men in suits sat on couches with papers and coffee spread out ion tables in front of them.

The girl looked up. "Can I help you?"

"Err .. I'm not sure." He said. His phone buzzed in his jeans pocket. It was 11:30. He motioned to the girl with his finger that he would be just a second. He looked at the new message. It read 'Room 225'.

"Room 225?" he asked the girl.

"Second floor, to the left of the stairs," she pointed to the staircase, or to the right of the lift." She indicated the lift doors behind him.

"Thanks." He entered the lift. He was feeling very excited, what a day he was having, and now playing secret agents too. He was feeling quite proud that he had managed to get this far in the time available. He began to relax a little.

Elaine reached the hotel at 11:00. She had chosen it because she knew from a previous business trip with Gavin that the hotel chain allowed early check in. Also, the rooms would be clean, perhaps a little functional, but comfortable and anonymous. She remembered she had like the walk in shower, but the towels were too small.

"Can I help?" The girl behind the reception desk asked.

"I have a reservation. I am Mrs Robinson." The girl clicked a few buttons. 

"Ah yes, Mrs Robinson, booked this morning, all paid in advance, for one night." She passed a form and a pen, could you fill this in please. The girl went to create a key card, while Elaine filled the form with lies.

"Here's your key, room 225 it's on the second floor," she pointed to the lift, "enjoy your stay."

"I'm sure I will." She smiled and headed to the lift.

Sitting on the bed, she checked her watch for the twentieth time before texting the room number. She was feeling excited, horny and guilty in that order. She actually had no idea whether he would come. He might not have seen the messages. He might not even want to come. As the clock reached 11:30 the butterflies in her stomach turned into lead booted rhinos. Her mouth was dry and she needed a drink of water. She entered the bathroom, she had already noted that true to form the towels were tiny, as she filled the glass; there was a knock at the door. She almost dropped the glass in the sink; she glared at her trembling hands. She stood upright, took a deep breath and straightened her black dress; it was the same one she had worn to go shopping yesterday. She opened the door.

The grin on Robbie's face dropped like an avalanche. He lost the power of speech.

"Well aren't you going to say hello?" She asked, a little disconcerted at his reaction.

"Elaine?"

"Well yes. Who did you think?" He dare not answer that one. "Are you going to come in or just stand out there in the corridor?"

His brain told his feet to move but there was a delay in communication and he stumbled forward.

"You certainly know how to make an entrance." She smiled.

"Sorry."

"What for? Silly." She motioned him further into the room; as he passed her he glanced at the bathroom, the sliding door wardrobe, the counter with TV and kettle, the small couch, the enormous bed. "Not exactly the Hilton but it has all we need." She said.

"What.. what...?" He was floundering. He was going to ask 'what's going on?' but luckily his brain refused to transmit that particular message. He had absolutely no idea why he was with this goddess in a hotel room. Robbie could be really dumb sometimes.

"What?" she mimicked him. "Robbie, remember our lessons yesterday?" 

"Yes of course."

"Well I missed one, what would it be? Number seven? Eight?"

"Eight."

"Lesson eight then. Women change their minds."

"Change their minds about wha...." His voice trailed off, as the blinding realisation of what was happening, hit him. "You mean you... we... "

"Probably, if you can ever get you're brain in gear."

Robbie slumped down onto the edge of the bed. He sat eager faced staring at his dream woman.

"OK, Here's the deal." She announced. "You're here because I actually feel quite bad the way I've treated you, I led you on a fair bit and that was wrong of me. So this is to make up for that, of course it helps that I find you very attractive." She took a deep breath and continued. "Anyway, this is a one time, never to be repeated thing. After today we don't know each other, we don't talk, we don't write, we don't email, no communication at all. If we come across each other by accident, I don't know you. Right?" 

Then as an after thought "Oh and there'll be no talk of love or feelings, you hardly know me and anyway I love my husband, this is purely physical."

"Uh huh." He was in a daze.

She continued, "Because this is a one off, we need to make the most of it. It's 11:35," she checked her watch, "I'm out of here at 4:00 pm at the latest. I'm sure you can manage a couple of performances in that time?" She smiled but her voice remained business like.

"Performances?" He was confused.

"Grow up."

"Oh .... Ohhhh" It really was what he thought.

"Because time is short, we need to be brutally honest and tell each other what we would like, no beating about the bush. Well maybe if you want to that could be arranged." she smiled and patted her dress where her bush lay hidden.

Robbie's confusion returned.

"All I ask is that this is a total secret and you don't hurt me. Does that seem OK?"

"So we get to have sex right?"

"My you catch on fast, that university better watch out."

"With the lights on?"

"It's broad daylight! For Christ sake. Yes you get to see my tits, if that's what you're wondering, although I'm rather hoping you do a little more than look."

Even now he still looked unsure of what was happening. The fact was he simply could not believe his luck.

"Robbie, remember we talked about Willy Wonka?"

"Yeah?" His voice sounded uncertain.

"Well you've got the golden ticket. Her I am, do what you like to me. But I'll warn you I have a list of requests too."

The penny finally dropped fully, completely and utterly. "Fucking hell!"

"OK, now we're on the same page, how about you come here and kiss me."

This was the part she had been dreading, how to get the ball rolling, that first nervous embrace, but actually she thought she had done rather well.

Robbie stood and took the two steps to stand in front of her. She looked up into his young eyes, he looked scared, "God he's so young." she thought.

"Don't worry," she said softly, "I'll be gentle." She closed the gap between them and put her arms around him and they kissed, gently and slowly.

It was Elaine's tongue that made the first foray against his soft lips and pushed through to find his own tongue. His excitement soon mounted and he returned the favour soon enough. Their embrace grew more passionate and they hugged each other tighter. He pressed his groin against her soft groin and belly. The lump in his trousers was large and obvious to her. This was going well. Robbie slipped his hands down her back to her bum cheeks; he gently squeezed and played with them, making her whimper a little as her passion rose. After a few seconds she reached back and took his wrists pulling them away from her arse. "Shit! I've blown it." He thought. But almost instantly that changed to "Fucking hell, I've won the lottery." as Elaine raised his hands and placed them on her breasts. It was his turn to whimper as he squeezed the large soft orbs under his hands. Elaine's own hand could not resist dropping to his crotch and confirming what she already knew. "Mmmmm", they kissed a while longer squeezing and rubbing. Robbie was wondering if he was actually in a coma and this was some sort of dream. He hoped to God the doctors did not wake him up. He also wondered if he dare feel for her cunt. Elaine on the other hand was wishing he would.

It was she that took the lead. She broke the kiss. She was feeling in control, confident that this young boy was totally into her and that she could probably do no wrong. She knew exactly what she wanted. She pushed Robbie back towards the bed, he lost balance and ended up sitting on the edge.

"Would you like to see what I have on under my dress?" She asked, looking straight into his eyes, which flashed the answer long before his mouth said yes. She turned away from him, "A little help please?" She said pointing at the zipper which ran from neck height to the start of her bottom. Robbie's shaking fingers obliged, slowly revealing her shoulders, then a purple and black lace bra strap, more skin followed by lacy topped knickers matching the bra strap, finally he reached her and the zip's bottom.

"Thank you." She said looking over her shoulder, smiling seductively.

"Anytime." He rather stupidly said, but really meant it.

Elaine kicked off her black heels, losing a few inches in height. Then turned to face him, slowly shuffling the dress off of her arms, and then wriggling out of it, like a snake shedding its skin, till it lie in a black pool on the floor. She cupped her bra covered breasts, boosting her already impressive cleavage, and looking down at the fleshy mounds she whispered "The girls have been looking forward to this.".

Robbie was beside himself. Never in his wildest fantasies would this have happened.

Before him stood the sight that would stay with him for the rest of his life. She was so fucking sexy; her shapely figure much heavier set than his almost skinny mother. Elaine's fabulous tits, tethered in a purple bra with black lace trim, her belly so soft and pale, ever so slightly protruding. Her legs covered in black net stockings, held up by purple matching suspender belt under which she wore silky knickers of the same design. All he could do was stare.

Elaine smiled; the look on his face told her she had achieved the desired effect. She stepped forward till his face was level with her covered cunt. She pulled his face to her. He moaned. "Tell me how old you are." She commanded.

"I'm eighteen." His muffled voice said.

She pushed his head back but held onto it almost by his ears. She looked into his eyes. "Just eighteen, so young, just a boy really." she said tenderly, "Well my boy, it's time to put away childish things" She laughed and pushed him onto his back, then knelt between his legs and started unzipping his jeans, and undoing his belt. A few seconds later she was tugging them free from his ankles. She took the opportunity to remove his socks. 

"Last lesson. Nine isn't it? Always take your socks off." She joked.

Robbie was finally getting into the spirit of things and was removing his shirt by pulling it over his head. That done he lie there naked save for his red boxer shorts, his legs hanging off the edge of the bed. Elaine resumed her position, kneeling on the floor between his legs. 

"Enough theoretical lessons, it's time for a practical." She yanked his boxers down his legs, freeing the biggest chunk of man meat she would ever experience. She stared at it, admired it. This was not her first introduction to Robbie's pride and joy, but the last time it had all been a bit too weird, his mother was there for a start and she had only met him minutes before. This time it was different, this time she was going to enjoy it, savour every second, after all this was a one time only deal. "Fucking hell young man," she said huskily, "I hope you know just how bloody impressive this is." She grasped it half way up its length, her fist failing to close all the way around it. "It's bigger than my wrist!" She exclaimed. That reminded her, she looked at her wrist. The watch said 12:02. "Four hours, should just about be enough." She joked. 

Robbie lay back, thinking that this must be what heaven is like as Elaine stroked the length of his cock before finally licking around the gleaming, dark red head. She eventually after a little effort managed to suck the first few inches of his musky cock into her mouth; she teased the slit with her tongue. Robbie resisted the urge to hump her face. After a minute or two and her jaw had become accustomed to being so wide open, she started to bob her head up and down while her hand began stroking the shaft, her other hand tucked under his balls and began gently squeezing the tight impressive sack.

Had it not been for his exertions with his mother that morning he would have come by now. Elaine had a similar thought. She remembered how the poor boy had come so prematurely the last time. She pulled her mouth from his throbbing manhood. "How about we get the first one out of the way quickly, then we can take our time."

"The first one!!! That means there'll be more than one!" He thought. 

"Worth a try." he said.

"So how do you want it?"

He had no idea what his choices were. "Errr."

"Hand, mouth or cunt?" she said blandly, wishing she did not have to explain everything.

"Cunt? Did she say cunt?" his brain was working overtime checking for errors.

"Cunt?" He said meekly

"Good boy." She smiled.

She wanted him to take her, on her back and bulldoze that rod into her till she passed out but she figured, rightly, that he was still in awe of the moment. "OK lie back think of England, prepare to repel boarders." She climbed on the bed and straddled him. "I'm leaving these on," she patted her knickers, "I figure you'd like to take them off for me later." She actually meant she would love for him to rip them off sometime soon.

She pulled the knickers to one side revealing her puffy pink labia, engorged with desire. She lifted his cock to the vertical position. Try as she might she was not able to lower herself onto it from a kneeling position, so she stood over him and crouched down till the tip of his twitching cock was in line with her opening. She rubbed it back and forth a couple of times to lubricate it with her own copious juices and to line it up between her slick cunt lips. Finally it was in the perfect position, she paused and looked at him, "I hope you deserve this, little boy." Her thoughts were of her husband and just what this afternoon could cost if he ever found out. But her mind was clear and her needs were urgent. Slowly she impaled herself on the throbbing monster, it filled her more fully than anything before. "Oh My God!" She hissed, as his cock head pushed against her cervix. The feeling was of pure joy, she had found perfection.

All this while Robbie just lay there, unable to think and hardly able to breath. This simply heaven, nothing could ever top this moment. Elaine squeezed her cunt muscles tightening her grip of his iron rod buried in her most intimate place. The feeling caused him to avert his gaze from her spread cunt lips to her eyes. "Come on little boy, you're turn to do some work." She insisted. Robbie gladly obliged, and started humping his hips up and down while Elaine mirror the action with her thighs. The friction she felt was unbelievable. The feeling of such fullness caused by this .... this child was primeval, "come on little boy, fuck me. Stick it in me." she challenged. Elaine leant back on her haunches pushing him deeper and deeper as his thrusts became longer and longer. Robbie watched as her face contorted with concentrated pleasure, he watched her tits sway back and forth but restricted by her bra. The silky warmth of her sopping wet pussy around his cock was almost too perfect to imagine. He dare not look at his meaty length sliding in and out of her cunt for fear of coming, so instead he watched her tits bouncing heavily within their silken confines.

Elaine saw his gaze aimed at her tits. "You want these?" she asked, roughly cupping them in her hands. His hands reached out towards them in answer, but could not reach. Elaine leaned forward and eased down to her knees, his cock felt like it reached into her stomach. It made her gasp. "Holy Christ!" she hissed. In her new position she could brush his face with her tits. "Come on little boy. Take all you want." She taunted. Robbie needed no further invitation and he buried his face between her warm orbs. His hands rose to squeeze them. He rubbed his face back and forth between them, and thrust his hard meat into her harder and faster. Finally he slipped his fingers under her bra lifting it over and above her breasts, bare tits popped into view, the distended pink nipples as firm a his cock. He sucked on one hard and Elaine came. She came with a deep grunt, she pushed herself almost painfully onto his hammering shaft. "I'm commming!" she hissed. Robbie lost control and hugged her tightly to him almost breaking her back, he began humping her without regard for anything but filling her with his seed, which he did seconds later. Elaine felt his hot spunk squirt high into her vagina, a warm glowing sensation filling her, a feeling of completion. Robbie slowly began to relax his grip of her, and she eased back until she was dangling her tits in his face. She took a few moments for the feelings to subside. She stared at him from above her heavy breasts, her erect nipples brushing his cheeks. She laughed and smiled "Phew! That was amazing." She leant down and kissed him passionately. After a minute or so, Robbie's softened cock slipped from her tender hole. Her knickers slid back into place sealing her cream filled entrance. "Do you want to see what your cum looks like inside a woman?" She asked. 




Fantasies Fulfilled Ch. 16



"Yes." He said enthusiastically.

After pulling her bra back over her exposed breasts, Elaine stood above him, a foot either side of his chest, she reached down and pulled the gooey sodden gusset of her knickers to one side. Her labia remained glued together, so she dipped her knees and they opened a little allowing a glob of his spunk to splash heavily onto his chest. It was hot on his skin. Robbie stared intently as she repeated the move four or five times. His chest was coated in the mixture of their fluids. "Jesus, you sure pack an army of baby makers." She exclaimed.

Elaine was shocked at how easily she had slipped into the role of gutter mouthed slut, she loved it, she felt so liberated by her knowledge that this was to be a one time thing.

"What about babies?" he suddenly asked.

"Don't worry, I have a coil fitted, AND you should have asked about that before you fucked me. Maybe that should be lesson ten?"

He recognised the coil thing, from a biology lesson, but he had not been paying that much attention, that was a girl's problem. "Fitted where?"

"Oh God Robbie, don't you know anything?" She was back with a child. She lay down and pulled the gusset to one side again, presenting him with his first real view of her engorged womanhood. "Here put your finger in me." He broke all records moving into a position to do just that. Elaine squirmed a little as his digit slid easily into her slick passage. "Push it all the way up, till you feel my cervix." He had no idea where that was but he pushed in further until he felt a resistance. "There's a tiny dimple in the end of my cervix, that's the entrance to my womb. Do you feel it?"

He thought he did. "If you feel very carefully, there's a tiny cord hanging out the hole. Have you got it?" He nodded; he really could feel something like a thin piece of cotton. "Ok, out you come." She pushed his wrist away and re-covered her cunt with the soggy gusset. "On the other end of the string is the coil, it stops babies is all you have to know, and it's a bitch to get in and out, that has to be done at a doctors."

"Enough gynaecology, I need to clean myself up. You could do with a wash yourself." She nodded at his spunk laden chest, most of the fluids had slipped off onto the sheets. "Do you mind if we go separately? It's a bit un-lady like washing this stuff out." She padded towards the bathroom. Robbie watched her buttocks click from side to side and just smiled. "Phwoooaaar" he thought.

In the bathroom Elaine stood by the sink and splashed water on her face to try and cool down a little. She spent a moment examining herself in the mirror. He rheart was pounding with guilt and excitement; her legs were a little shaky from the pounding she had taken between them, and her rather unexpected orgasm. It was not often that she could get off through penetration alone. She just found taking her pleasure from such a young boy so fucking exciting, his eagerness and admiration for her new no bounds. She was definitely taking advantage of him and she loved it. She stripped off her suspenders and stockings in order to remove her soaking knickers. She examined the sticky garment and used them to wipe between her legs. "You've done it now!" she admonished herself. "You can't take it back." She felt a twinge of guilt. But she surely was not the first woman to cheat on a husband that she loved. She needed this she reminded herself. She washed her sensitive genitals with water and padded them dry with a tiny towel, then replaced her stockings and suspenders. She left her sex juiced knickers on the counter. She fixed her hair took a deep breath, thinking of all the things she had wanted to happen today. She looked at her watch, it was 12:55. "Still got three hours. He should manage another one before home time." She thought.

"Robbie my darling, how long do you think it will take for your cock to..." Robbie stood in the centre of the room, his cock fully erect and eager to please. "Wow! now that is impressive." She exclaimed. In fact his whole body was impressive, lean, tanned and firm, a handsome yet innocent face crowned with short blond hair. His cock was the icing on the cake, surrounded as it was by soft curls of light brown hair.

Robbie once again was stuck for words as he stared at Elaine's hairy cunt framed so perfectly by her suspender belt.

"Sorry, you don't get to rip my knickers off, they're a bit yucky." 

Robbie had been thinking, if this truly was a one off event, he better 'man up' and make the most of it, sod the usual meekness, just go for it. This was exactly how Elaine felt and hoped he would too.

"Can I have them?" he asked, "something to remember you by."

She imagined what he was planning to do with them. "The gift that keeps on giving? Of course you can, but don't let your mother find them or you'll have a lot of explaining to do."

He grinned. "I'll keep them well out of her way. I better have a quick shower." 

"OK but hurry, time flies when you're having fun. Good luck with the towels by the way."

She heard the shower run for a couple of minutes. She busied herself straightening the bed. He returned five minutes later. "I see what you mean about the towels."

He stood by the bathroom door, and she by the bed. They just stared at each other, admiring the other's body, anticipating the next few hours. 

"Fancy fucking a middle aged woman?" she teased.

"Too bloody right I do." The new confidence was coming to the surface.

"Come and get me." She taunted.

He advanced towards her, his erection bouncing obscenely. Elaine playfully skipped to the other side of the bed. "You can't get away that easily." He said, and moved towards her once more. She skipped to the corner of the room by the window. "Not good enough." he warned, and cut off her retreat, holding his arms outstretched. 

Elaine giggled like a school girl as he closed in on her. Finally he trapped her, with a hand against one wall and the other on the window ledge. "Now I've got you." he whispered.

"Yes. Yes you have." She melted into his arms and they kissed once more. Deeply, sensuously, lovingly they kissed. Robbie's hands mashing her breasts, catching her sensitive, engorged nipples between his fingers and tugging at them slightly. Elaine whimpered her approval into his mouth. His cock pressed hard against her belly button as he gently rocked his hips towards her, dry humping her fleshy belly. Long minutes passed then he dropped a hand to her quivering mound, running his fingers softly through the fine curly hair and seeking out the crevice that lay at its centre. He slipped his fingers into the crease of flesh and across her hooded clitoris. "Hmmmm." 

she hummed.

Hungrily she intensified their kiss, their faces becoming wet from the prolonged tongue dance. Elaine humped her pelvis against his intrusive fingers trying to make firmer contact. Finally she breathless broke the kiss and clung to him, hiding her face against his neck. "Ohhh Robbie.... Robbie my darling boy." she gasped. She lifted her mouth to his ear and pressed her tongue into it, swirling and stabbing. "Lick me... please lick me.... Lick my wet cunt." she whispered imploringly into his ear.

Robbie was more than happy to oblige. He dropped to his knees and buried his face in her hairy gash. Elaine spread her legs as wide as she could and thrust her pelvis forward to allow him as much access as to her slippery snatch. His tongue flicked over her clitoris sending shivers of joy through her entire body. She wanted him to devour her, she wanted to corrupt this innocent young thing with her womanly essence. She raised a leg and rested it on his shoulder, her pink swollen lips flowered before him and he delved his tongue into her slick wet fountain. He inhaled deeply, her musky aroma driving him wild, he ravaged he cunt with his mouth. 

"I want you in me." She demanded. "Fuck me. Fill my cunt with your cock."

Robbie gave up his assault on her dripping cunt. She lowered her leg and he stood, his cock spanning the distance between them. Elaine made to move to the bed but he stopped with hands on her shoulders. "I thought..." she started, but he stopped her by forcing her around to face the window. Robbie stood behind her his cock pressing into the crevice of her bottom. "oh!" she said. Elaine placed her hands on the window sill, she spread her legs wide and leant forward presenting herself to him. Robbie rubbed his cock between her legs. Elaine shivered in anticipation. Soon she felt his thick bulbous cock head pressing against her eager opening. When it was just at the entrance he stopped. Elaine held her breath, the moment lasted a life time, and just as she was about to ask why he had stopped, he thrust into her in one long rapid movement, his cock was like a steam train endlessly entering a tunnel, it seemed to take an age for it to reach the end of the line. Elaine exploded into tears, the feeling was so exquisite that she felt she should die right now for nothing could ever match the feeling of that one long thrust. She was wrong. Robbie withdrew almost all the way out then again pushed forward, piercing her very soul. 

Again and again he battered her cunt. Elaine sobbed, and sobbed, she cried out at the sheer beauty of her feelings, she was unaware of everything but the intruding man muscle between her legs. "FUCK MEEEE" she cried. Robbie did, for a full ten minutes he punished her frail little sex hole. He did not stop his pounding even as he undid her bra and pushed it off her shoulders. He did not stop as he firmly squeezed her hanging tits and pulled hard on her nipples, hard like he had seen his mother pull her own. He pinched and pulled milking her tits, and with each squeeze she felt a jolt of pleasure running through her body that ended in her clenching cunt. 

She could not remember when her orgasm started, it just built and built and continued with every pussy splitting thrust of his endless cock, wave after wave her orgasm continued, maintaining a level of pure unadulterated pleasure which she could never tire of. Then with a final hard thrust he stopped. He gave a cry of animalistic pleasure and spewed his sperm into her grasping sex. She could feel his cock pulsating in her cunt, expelling every last drop of his cum juice into her body. Then he collapsed backwards onto the bed. Elaine sobbed and her knees buckled and she sank to the floor, her wide open cunt dripping his hot juice onto the carpet. She could hardly breathe, through her sobs she gasped for air.

They remained like that for several minutes. Each replaying the moment in their minds, unable to believe how fucking intense it had been. Robbie was the first to move. He was concerned about his lover, who remained crumpled on the floor, still letting out the occasional sob. "Are you OK?" He asked gently. "I'm sorry if I..."

"Don't you dare apologise." she spluttered, "That was fucking incredible." He moved to her and offered her his hand, then pulled her to her feet. Her legs were still a little shaky and she clung to him for support, her bra fell from her arms to the floor and she mashed her sore tits against his abdomen, her face resting against his chest. She began to laugh, a little at first and then almost uncontrollably. 

"What is it?" he asked.

"I'm just so fucking happy!" she managed to say before bursting out again. She soon regained her composure. "Jesus Christ! Robbie! What have you just done to me?"

"It was good wasn't it?"

"It was the best." she meant it.

Robbie looked out of the window. A couple of elderly women stood thirty feet away, chatting and pointing up at the window. "They must have seen us." he said.

Elaine looked at the pair, "Heard us more like, the whole bloody hotel must have heard that." She waved to the old women who waved back. She realised her breasts were on display and stepped back. They both lay down on the bed. She rested her head on is chest and idly ran her fingers through the hair around his soft cock.

"Did I say this was a one time event?"

"Yes, you did."

"What a twat I am."

She checked her watch, it was almost two o'clock.

"Two hours." she said with a hint of sadness, as she watched his cock start to twitch back to life.

"I think I need a little nap." she said, "just a few minutes."

"OK. I'll wake you in twenty minutes; I might be ready by then."

She cuddled him closer; "You're a machine. A fucking machine." she kissed his chest and dozed off.......

Elaine woke with a start. She took a moment to orientate herself then looked at her watch. Two thirty it read. Then she became aware of something else, she had just kicked something, she looked down the bed to see Robbie's face between her legs.

"Hello." she said gently, now she was fully awake and could feel the warm tingle of her pussy, which Robbie proceeded to lick. "Are you enjoying yourself down there?" she teased.

"I can't help it." he admitted.

"It must be a bit gooey, don't you mind eating your own stuff?"

"Nope."

Elaine shook her head in wonder, "What a catch you'll make someday."

"I made some coffee." He pointed to the bedside table. "It's pretty awful, I think it's the milk in those stupid little plastic pots."

"Well I don't care, I'm very thirsty." She lifted the cup, took a sip and pulled a face. "Yuk." but she drank some more. 

He stayed between her legs, openly examining at her cunt. Using his fingers to gently prod and pull at her moist lips. Elaine watched his fascination. She giggled at his boyish fascination. "This isn't fair." she pointed out.

"What isn't?"

"I want something to play with too. Lie down next to me."

He moved to climb up the bed next to her. "No, I want the other end." she pointed at his cock. Robbie grinned and after a little rearrangement they lay on their sides with one leg cocked each facing the other's private area.

Elaine lazily examined his stiff penis. She marvelled at its size and beauty. She peeled back his foreskin and kissed the shiny head, teasing the slit with the tip of her tongue. All the while Robbie happily continued to prod, poke and occasionally kiss her wet gash. The feelings were nice, they were more intent on looking than getting turned on.

"Can I ask you something?" he requested.

"Sure."

"Have you grown your hair down here?" The stored image in his brain from his previous visit to her 'garden' had smooth pink flesh, he was now looking at quite a thick undergrowth.

"Yes. I thought I'd give it a go. I fancied an earthier look. What do you think?"

"It's fabulous."

"I think you'd say that whatever it looked like."

"Maybe. 

"It's not in your mum's league for hairy though." It was a tactless and stupid thing to say, she kicked herself for bringing it up. She did not want to rake over their old encounter, she did not want to bring Irene into the equation, not today, she felt guilty that she was here with Irene's son, she was certain Irene would not be pleased.

It did not seem to bother him. "She shaved hers." he said

"How do you know?" she was instantly wishing she had not asked.

"She told me." he lied.

"Oh!" "How bizarre" she thought.

"Can I ask you something else?" he requested.

Elaine was a bit more wary this time. "You can try?" she smiled, lazily licking her man flavoured lolly.

"What did you and my mum do?"

"You mean in bed?" she said doubtfully.

"Yes".

"I'm not sure your mum would be too pleased for me to be telling you her secrets, I'm not sure I want to either. That was another time, it's over now."

"That's what she said"

"Did she?" that information hurt her a little, she was not sure why.

"Can I ask you another?"

She was on her guard this time. "I'm not promising you'll get an answer."

"Do you have any sex toys?" he wanted as full a picture of Elaine as possible to fill his dreams. 

"Robbie! Tut!." 

"What? It's just a question."

He was right, considering he had his face an inch from her exposed cunt, and his face was wet with her juice, this was hardly a time to be coy. "Yes I do."

"Do you use them?"

"That's what they're there for."

"What sort do you have? What's your favourite?"

"Ohh so many questions. I have all sorts, my favourite is a vibrator with a kink in it."

"A kink?"

"It has a bend near the end, it lets you massage your G spot."

"I've heard of that."

"Good for you."

"Where's yours?"

"Back to gynaecology?"

"If I don't ask, I won't learn." he grinned.

"OK. Put two of your fingers in me," The feel of his fingers slipping inside her sent a shiver through her body. "Now bend them up a little towards my pubic hair." She felt her tight cunt muscles mould around the newly bent fingers. "Now press gently on the wall, and pull them back." He complied, his face a picture of concentration. "Bit more...bit more." Elaine felt a familiar jolt as his fingers pressed on the elusive spongy little area. "There... just there." She found it difficult to form words. "Can you feel it? It's supposed to feel a bit different to the rest of me."

"It does, I guess." He said doubtfully, "Does it feel good?"

"Ohhh yes. Very good, it gives a whole different feeling, sometimes it feels like you want to pee."

"Pee?"

"Don't you have the internet? I thought all boys lived their lives looking at this sort of stuff."

"I do sometimes." The rest of the time he was asleep.

"Well look up squirting."

"You mean when all sorts of stuff comes out?"

"Hmmm, not quite how I'd put it, but yes."

"Can you do that?" He rubbed hard on the super sensitive area sending a signal to her legs to open wider. 

"Ooooooo, no, no I never did," the feeling was intense, "but your mum can." It was second or two before she hoped the ground would swallow her up. There was an uncomfortable silence while Robbie processed this information. To Elaine's surprise he did not pursue it.

"Enough talk." She said, desperate to put distance between them and that information.

She swallowed the head of his penis. Robbie groaned and lay back, but continued to slowly rub her spot. Elaine's tongue swirled around the hefty intruder and she gently played with his balls. As she began to bob her head, Robbie let out a groan of pleasure. Elaine's fingers crept under his ball sack and pressed the area just behind it. Robbie moaned, he often pressed there himself when he was wanking. She continued to face fuck his fleshy monster. Suddenly Robbie tensed as he felt her fingers inch onto his anus and began pressing. "Uhhh. You're... that's my bum hole..." He warned her.

She pulled his cock from her mouth. "Yep. Don't you like it?" She pressed the tip of her intrusive finger into his anus.

"But... I...." The finger tip wiggled a little. "It's not...." The feeling was undeniably exquisite. He melted back onto the bed. "It's good, it's really good."

"You can do mine if you want to. It's a pity we don't have any lubricant, I don't want to hurt you." 

Robbie could not believe that this was how mature middle class mothers behaved. "Holy shit!" he mouthed and set about finding her anus.

"Roll on top of me." She instructed him. Once again her wish was his command.

She struggled under him to get her face in line with his balls and anus. While she felt Robbie parting the crevice of her buttocks she sucked on one of his firm testicles. Robbie moaned his approval and prodded a finger at her puckered little bum hole.

Then he felt her tongue trace its way to his own brown star. Elaine was feeling like a dirty girl today and she jabbed her tongue inside his anus, in and out she fucked him with her tongue.

"Ohhh Mrs Robinson." He breathed. Elaine delighted in his use of the alias that she regarded as their pet name, and fucked his arse more vigorously. Then she felt her cheeks being pulled a little wider and his tongue tracing around her own anus, a moment later he too was tongue fucking her dirt box. They continued their dirty tongue dance for several minutes. Elaine broke away first, her neck muscles unable to keep up the pace. She laughed. "Come and kiss me, properly." She told him. Robbie climbed around until he was on top of her, face to face. They kissed and Elaine wriggled under his muscular weight, enjoying the feeling of being pressed into the sheets by her young lover. They swapped long leisurely tongue twirling wet kisses for a long time, Robbie's hands gently caressing her tits. Elaine's excitement intensified.




Fantasies Fulfilled Ch. 17



Again this just carries straight on from the last chapter. 

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Elaine drove home; the butterflies were back, she was certain her husband would know what she had just been doing. Nevertheless she could not prevent a broad grin, she felt so utterly satisfied, so much more so than from the strange encounters she had had recently. It had been an afternoon of perfect sex; she had felt in total control, not worrying about anything but the sheer act of fucking someone innocent and fresh. Someone who she knew would have no criticism of her, after all he had very little to compare her against, apart from his own mother!

She arrived home and rushed inside, she was a little later than she had hoped and her family would soon be returning. She rushed upstairs to change, stuffing her dirty clothes into a drawer, she could sort those out later. She slipped on the first things that came to hand, a pair of old jeans and a tatty sweatshirt, she did not bother with underwear, she was in a hurry. As she made her way back down the stairs, the front door opened and in rushed her two little girls followed by Gavin. He smiled and just looked her up and down. 

"What?" she asked

"You look a sight!" he said, and kissed her cheek.

Elaine put her hands around his neck and kissed him on the mouth.

"I love you." she said, she truly did.

"You always look fabulous to me." he replied and kissed her back. "What's for dinner?"

Across town, Robbie strutted down his street, he felt ten feet tall. Life just could not get better than this. He looked at the picture on his phone with the hotel message under it. Then he moved to the next picture, Elaine spread out naked asleep on the cum soaked hotel sheets, the next a close up of her tits and contented sleeping face, finally a close up of her delicious cunt, hairy, wet and beautiful. He wished he had taken more, he wished she had not woken at that point, or rather he wished he had the idea to take pictures sooner. The irony of her husband, Gavin; having taken similar secret photos of Robbie's own mother would never be known to him.

Robbie patted his damp pocket for a third time, reassuring himself that Elaine's cunt soaked knickers were still safely in his care. He was surprised to see his mother's car in the driveway of their house. He opened the front door, "Hello!" he called.

"Hi son!" he heard from upstairs. He climbed the stairs and went straight to his room, he wanted to hide his prize and change his clothes. Despite his hotel shower he could still smell sex on his skin and his clothes held a slight aroma of Prada, Elaine's perfume. The knickers were secreted in a shoe box in his wardrobe and he had just removed his clothes when his mother walked in. 

"Ohh! Sorry." she exclaimed, and turned to leave, then it dawned on her, "I don't suppose it matters now." she said and turned back to look at him. Robbie still covered his bulging manhood with his hands. "I didn't know you were going out?" she said.

"Last minute things for your birthday tomorrow." He lied.

"Oh please don't go to too much trouble."

"You're worth it." he grinned. "You're home early." he said, changing the subject.

"Yes. I had an appointment with a customer that took most of the afternoon; it wasn't worth going back to work. I thought I'd come home and surprise you."

"Ah, that explains it." It was a strange thing to say, but he was thinking of the phone call he had made to her office earlier that morning.

Irene glanced at his groin, she had been unable to concentrate all day because of their new arrangement and she had been feeling horny most of the afternoon. "I did wonder if you might want .... Need ... you know. You did say eight times a day!" She still could not believe that number.

"No, no I'm fine." he said. The afternoon spent fucking and being fucked by Elaine had more than satisfied his daily quota.

"Oh!" his mother looked a little crestfallen. She wanted to say "Well actually I could do with a bloody good wank myself." It came out as "I'll go put dinner on then." then as an after thought she added "perhaps later?"

"Ohhh yes, yes definitely." He wanted her to leave and let him be.

"OK then." She left.

He dropped onto his bed and let out a long breath. Life was certainly on the up. Irene had deliberately left him her dirty knickers on the top of the washing in the bathroom laundry basket, she was pretty sure they had not been touched, did that mean he was saving himself? Or that he was not interested? Jesus! Why was life so complicated. She busied herself making dinner, her mind playing out the scenarios for the evening. She was feeling good about their 'arrangement', she knew others would see it as down right strange, but frankly she did not care because they would never know. 

She convinced herself that as long as they did not actually touch each other then what they were doing together was no different to what they had been doing in separate rooms. It was just a damn sight more honest and exciting. Besides, it was simply a bodily function; they were just helping each other carry out a necessary piece of maintenance work. She had been delighted and very encouraged by what the dictionary had to say about incest "Sexual relations between people classed as being too closely related to marry each other", followed by "The crime of having sexual intercourse with a parent, child, sibling, or grandchild." She had been bothered by the 'sexual relations' bit so she had looked that up too, 'plural noun, sexual intercourse'. It gave her peace of mind to know that what they were doing was far short of incest in the eyes of the Oxford English Dictionary. In fact it left the way open for far more than their recent fumblings.

She called Robbie to dinner, and they sat and ate in comparative silence. Her son seemed to be a mile away. In her head they would be a happy couple much like a husband and wife, chatting and laughing, sharing their woes. In reality they sat in silence, glumly eating their warmed up frozen pizza, with no prospect of real sex; they truly were like a married couple.

After dinner she started her usual routine, stacking the plates in the dishwasher. 

"Shall we try another bottle of wine?" she asked cheerfully.

"If you like."

"Is there anything on the TV?" 

"I don't know."

"Well I'm certainly looking forward to my massage." she said hopefully.

"I'm going to my room for a bit." he said and left the kitchen.

Irene stood holding two wine glasses, feeling very down. This was not how her mind had seen this evening. Surely the shine could not have gone from their new relationship so quickly?

He lay on his bed, once again flicking through the pictures on his mobile. His cock stirred in his jeans. He was feeling the 'down' after the 'up'. He knew that he would never get to fuck Elaine again. He thought of how much better it was to actually have sex than to imagine it, to actually have a woman squirming under his body, for her to touch him for her to need and want him. How it was so much better than what he and his mother had done. He laughed at his own feelings this morning after he had wanked in front of his naked mother, when he truly believed that things could not get better than that. How wrong he was. He was a new man now. He determined that he would seduce his mother, he would have sex with her and that she would beg for him to fuck her. Christ! How hard could it be? Given how far they had already gone.

There was a soft tapping on his door. "Son? Robbie? Can I come in?"

"Sure." He called. The door swung open, as he stuffed his phone into his pocket. 

"Is everything ok son?"

Irene stood there with a glass of wine in either hand. "I thought you might like a drink." She offered a glass to him, he reached out and took it.

"Thanks mum." He said. 

"You've been very quiet since you came home. Is there anything the matter?" she had genuine concern in her voice.

"No, everything is fine, really."

"I haven't done anything to upset you?"

"No, not at all."

"If you have any doubts about.... You know.... What we did, you only have to say."

"Honestly mum, everything is good."

"You would tell me though? Wouldn't you?"

"Yes, of course." He insisted.

"Well that's ok then. Here drink up." She clinked her glass on his and they both took a large swig.

"Why don't you come downstairs and watch some TV with me.? You don't have to massage me or anything."

Robbie laughed "OK, you win." He followed her to the living room sofa, where she sat at her end and he sat at his. They drank their wine.

Irene was worried, for a man that needed to masturbate eight times a day, he was not showing much sign of it. She felt that she was an equal partner in their arrangement and if she needed it, then he should acquiesce, but asking your son for a wank is just not that easy. She thought maybe a little innocent bodily contact might do the job. She shuffled along the sofa and cuddled up to him, resting her head on his shoulder a hand on his thigh. "Is this ok?" She asked.

"Yes." He put his arm around her slim frame and gave her a reassuring squeeze. She returned the squeeze using the hand on his thigh. "Easy peazy"; he smiled to himself.

They sat and watched a documentary about lions. 

Despite their recent encounters, they watched in embarrassed silence as the male lion endlessly shagged its mate, both jealously wishing the bloody thing would hurry up and get it over with.

All the while Robbie was thinking if it was Elaine he was cuddling; she would have been swallowing his cock by now, rubbing her big tits in his face or begging for him to fuck her. Robbie looked at the hand on his thigh with disdain, that was about all the contact he could expect from his mother. He would have to act like the new man that he had become and take the lead.

"Mum?"

"What son?"

"Can I ask you something?"

She knew that sort of question was always followed by something heavy. "Of course you can."

"It's difficult to put into words."

"If it's about us ... our recent...you know..."

"That's my point."

"What is?"

"We're not open with each other. You can't talk about what we've been up to anymore than I can."

"Well it is pretty embarrassing."

"Is that how it is when you're married?"

"Ohh I suppose it is sometimes; especially when they've been married a long time. People get worried about hurting each others feelings, or making them think less of each other."

"But we're not married."

"No ... but we've been together for all of your life, I'm your mother it's very hard to change habits of a lifetime."

"But do you think we might try to be a little more ... open with each other."

"Oh I think we should always be open with each other." She was not really sure what that involved, but it sounded ok.

"I mean it would be great if we could talk, I mean really talk." He was thinking of his afternoon with Elaine again. She had been so frank with him, he was left in no doubt as to what she wanted and he felt he could have asked any question or said anything, and he had found her honesty so exciting and appealing.

Irene, being a woman, was all in favour of talk. She was more than willing to talk endlessly about feelings and relationships.

"Son, you can always talk to me, about anything."

"Mum, can I see your cunt?"

Every muscle in her small frame stiffened. The question came like a bullet to her temple, it scrambled her brain. "I....I...I" it said. 

Did her son really just say that? A few seconds passed. Her brain was searching through its dusty old filing cabinets for the right way to respond to a son's request to see his mother's cunt. Had he really said that word? Here in the living room, at just 8:30 in the evening? Could he really be so... so... "

"I'm sorry if I shocked you. But don't you see, that's the problem between us, I am your son and we're so used to our roles that it make's what we have been doing a bit false and furtive. Exciting too, but not honest."

Her brain was very happy, what a clever boy, what a stupendously insightful boy.

"Ohh Robbie! You are so right. I haven't been open with you, pussy footing around when I could have been just saying what I feel."

"Well how about it?"

"You want to see my .... you know.?" she asked hesitantly.

"Well the word I used; and I seem to remember; you used it too last night; was cunt. But no... well yes I do; but what I meant was, how about us being a lot more open with each other about such things?"

Given the circumstances, Irene's brain could find no objections. "I would like to try that." she said. Her brain was back in gear, "I think it would be good to be open and honest."

His arm around her shoulder gave a reassuring squeeze. They sat silent for a while.

"So? What now?" She asked, not sure if she was supposed to actually do something.

"Can I make an observation?" he asked. 

Irene filled with pride, "what a grown up turn of phrase" she thought, "what a mature young son I have." 

"Well I suppose under our new agreement, you shouldn't even have to ask that."

Robbie grinned, "I guess, not."

"What did you want to say?" she brought him back on topic.

"You seem to have difficulty saying the words for 'what we've been doing' and I could feel you cringe when I said the C word.... Ha! There you've got me doing it now."

"True, but that's more my upbringing and again, you are my son. I've never used that sort of language around anyone apart from in the bedroom, or with my husbands, even then not very often."

The mention of 'husbands' reminded Robbie that he hardly anything of his mother's life before his father. "One of these days I'd like to know about your other husbands." he told her. "But I would like it if you would try to be a little more 'expressive', I'm easily confused."

"You mean talk dirty?" 

"I mean call a spade a spade."

"I do find it quite a exciting to use naughty words." she confessed.

"Well I found it a huge turn on when you did it last night." He squeezed her arm again.

"I'm not going to turn into a gutter mouth!" she warned him.

"I don't want you to, well at least not around other people," he reassured her, "just when we're alone."

"I'll try." Silence reigned for a short while, each of them processing the new situation.

"So ... can I?" he finally asked 

"Can you what?"

"Can I see your cunt?"

"Ohhh you are incorrigible." She slapped his thigh, which made him laugh. "Yes! You can see my ..... cunt." she forced the word through her lips, and laughed with him.

She pushed herself to her feet, turned and faced him. "Thank God the curtains are closed." she thought as she lifted the hem of her red work dress. Robbie watched avidly as his mother's legs and panties were slowly revealed. She wore cream coloured stay up stockings. Irene held the dress up with one hand and with her other she pulled the gusset of her matching red knickers to one side, her dark moist puffy labia popped into view. Robbie leaned forward, Irene took a small step back.

"I know... I know... no touching ... right?"

"Right." she smiled.

"I just want a closer look." and leaned forward some more, until he was just a few inches from his mothers mound, she could feel his unsteady breath on her moist folds, he could smell her musky aroma. Irene giggled, the experience was turning her on at an alarming rate, this was just so rude. 

"You have a beautiful cunt mum." he uttered.

"That's not a sentence heard by many mothers." she thought, and giggled again.

"I wish I could lick it." He raised his eyes to hers as he said it.

"I wish you could too, " she said meekly, "but you know we can't do that." Her brain was rapidly shouting its memory of what the dictionary had taught her.

"We can't have sex, it's incest!"

"It's not proper sex, just a taste." A tiny droplet of clear cunt juice formed on her crinkly labia. 

Bizarrely a vision of Bill Clinton insisting that he 'did not have sex with that woman' popped into her brain. Well if it was good enough for a President of America? It pleaded with her.

"No son." She regained a little composure.

Robbie cheekily grinned at her; "worth a try." he said and sat back.

"May I?" she asked indicating she wanted to cover herself up.

"If you must." he agreed.

"Well that was different!" she exclaimed with a grin. She did feel liberated, there seemed to be less tension in the air, she truly felt that at this moment she and her son were on the same page and that she could say anything without fear, it was a most relaxing experience. She thought she had better take the new feeling for a test drive.

"Your turn." she announced.

"What is?"

"Show me your .... Cock!" the word struggled and finally escaped from her prim mouth.

Robbie's grin widened. He yanked his zip down and with a struggle managed to free the beast. He sat before his mother, his legs open and his pride and joy protruding stiffly from his jeans. He held it at the base and lazily shook it a couple of times.

Irene stared at it with wide eyes. The whole experience was breathtaking. "This is so naughty!" she thought, "So FUCKING naughty." her brain added for good measure. She sank to her knees, and peered at his impressive member. The head half covered by his thick foreskin. She yearned to take a hold of it and yank it back. She could smell him; she ached to lick the head. "Peel back the skin." she commanded huskily. Robbie complied. She gazed in wonder at the thick purple veins surrounding its bulbous head; she imagined the friction and feeling of fullness as that dark pink monster punished her tight pussy. She had experienced it, but that seemed an age ago, another time, and another life.

"Do you like my cock, mother?" he added the 'mother' deliberately it gave both of them a thrill.

"You have a beautiful ... Cock." she assured him, from her trance like state. 

"You can touch it if you like." 

Her arm did actually move, but it broke the spell. "Nice try mister!"

She struggled to her feet. They both laughed. 

She looked at him as he stuffed the monster back in its cage. "Well since we're being so honest, I'd like you to make us some coffee, and after that I want us to go upstairs because I need to,...." she almost chickened out "finger my cunt." Rude won the argument.

"Your wet cunt?" he teased.

"Yes my cunt is .. wet!" They both laughed, Robbie stood, kissed her wrinkly cheek and went to make coffee. Irene briefly rubbed the front of her dress, she had an itch that really needed scratching.

Robbie returned with two steaming mugs. They sat on the sofa, once more at either end. The brief separation to make the drinks had dulled the mood a little. They were once again feeling just a tiny bit awkward, there was always the chance that the other had had a change of heart. They kept looking at each other and looking away again.

"Remember I need to go to work tomorrow, I'll be back by around two." she finally said.

"I remember." he replied.

"Nice coffee." she offered. "Thanks."

"It's a new one from Tescos."

"It's good." he replied.

"It was on special offer."

"Oh?"

"Buy one get one free."

"Ah."

They looked at each other. The banality of the conversation made them both burst out laughing. A brave devilment slipped into her brain and she scooted across the sofa and kissed his cheek. "Are you going to shoot spunk from your big hard cock for me?" she whispered in his ear, she could hardly believe it was her own words.

He turned and looked her in the eyes, "I am, ... and I'll do it looking at your tits and cunt." 

His reply sent a shiver through her. "Hurry up and finish your coffee." she said.

A few minutes later the coffee was finished. Irene stood and held out her hand to him. "Coming?"




Fantasies Fulfilled Ch. 17



"I soon will be." he joked, and allowed her to lead him up the stairs to her room.

They turned on the bedside lamps and filled the room with a gentle relaxing half light.

Irene presented Robbie with her back and asked for help with her zip. He slowly pulled it down to her waist; it was an action replay of his afternoon with Elaine.

"Thanks." She said softly. She shuffled the dress off, to reveal a plain red bra to match her knickers and dress. Robbie's cock jerked in his pants. While his mother feverishly brushed her hair he removed all his clothes. He walked to her, his cock preceding him; he placed his hand on the hand that held the brush. His cock made the slightest contact with her skin.

"You look fabulous." he said. As she turned to face him, his cock traced a line around her waist. She looked down at it lightly touching her belly button, her breath quickened. Then she took his hand as he led her to the bed where she lay full length, in her red lingerie and cream stockings. He took his place on the other side of the bed wearing nothing but the skin she had given him.

"You look very sexy like that." He told her.

"So do you." she replied.

She ached to be kissed. She wanted him to break her rules. Robbie eyed his mother's breasts, their rise and fall within their red bra confines. Irene asked "Would you like me to take it off?" 

"Yes, I want to see your lovely tits."

Irene sat up, "Here you can do it." She pointed at the clasp between her breasts.

Robbie was only too happy to help. With shaking fingers he struggled with the front opening bra, which suddenly separated, he slowly peeled the cups away to reveal the pert pair of hard dark brown nipples atop small white mounds of perfection. He wanted more than anything to touch them to kiss them to suck them. Irene had the exact same wish.

"Thank you." she said and shuffled off the straps making her small tits bounce and jiggle.

Robbie held his erection and moved his hand slowly up and down. Irene watched his fist and licked her lips. She badly wanted to touch him and have him touch her, but she remained resolute, she would see to herself as he was doing.

"Son, I'm sorry. I'm still a bit bashful about doing this in front of you."

"Lights?"

"If you really don't mind." He really did, but turned his lamp off anyway, the room dimmed substantially being illuminated by her own single small lamp.. "Oh! That's better, I have an idea." She lifted her hips and removed her knickers. 

"Now that's what I call a good idea," he said.

Irene leaned over her lamp and fitted her red knickers over the shade, the room took on a distinct brothel attitude. Irene found the dim red light to her satisfaction, "I can live with that?"

"It's good." he admitted, he studied the knicker wearing lamp, "there's probably a market for them on ebay." They both laughed.

Irene lay back her face turned to his and smiled softly, her fingers slipped between her lubricated puffy cunt lips and began tracing little circles around the base of her clitoris. "Mmmmm I need this." She said softly, looking into his eyes. 

Their hands did their work for a few minutes. Neither of them broke their eye contact. Irene imperceptibly moved her face closer to his, her breath mixing with his breath. She could feel her long awaited moment swirling to a pinnacle, all roads leading inexorably to that tiny pin point that was her clitoris. Her breathing quickened she started to thrust her groin against her hand. Small grunts escaping with her urgent breaths. 

Robbie just maintained a slow steady pace with his fist; he did not want to orgasm before his mother and besides his need was had been dulled by his amazing afternoon with Elaine. 

Irene began to shake next to him. "Ohhhh Robbie., oooh Robbie, son, my beautiful son." She stared intensely into his eyes, her brow furrowed as she concentrated on the intensifying feelings of love and lust between her wet thighs. Then she was at the top, the orgasm steaming up through her body and she shook, her legs jerked her pussy humped her pressing fingers, covering them with sticky joy. She reached out with her free hand and stroked her sons face. "Ohhh how I love you." She gasped. 

Robbie knelt up, this was all too much for him, he looked at his mother's writhing slender frame, still jerking with aftershocks. He pounded his cock furiously. "I want to come on your tits." he exclaimed.

"Yes, yes son, come on my tits, cover me in your juice." She panted expectantly, staring at the dark slit at the end of his manhood. She cupped her breasts, and held them ready for his eruption.

Robbie pumped quicker and quicker, but he just could not do it. For whatever reason, maybe it was his afternoon exertions, maybe it was being watched by his mother, he was not sure. His hand slowed and finally stopped. He fell back onto the bed.

Irene was confused, "Did you come?"

Robbie lay beside her quietly regaining his breath, his cock softening a little.

"Son?" She was wondering where all the white stuff was.

"I can't make it." he explained.

"Ohh, son, never mind. You can try again. Was it me? Did I put you off?"

"I don't know, I just couldn't." To his mother, he sounded close to tears. He was actually exhausted.

Her little boy was hurting and he needed her. Irene sat up and tugged at him to rest his head on her. She cradled his head against her soft warm breasts, she wrapped her arms around him and rocked him, stroked his chest. "There, there, it will be fine."

It already was fine, he turned his head slightly and a nipple flopped directly in front of his lips. He resisted, it took all his strength but he resisted, but his cock did not, it twitched violently. He took a hold of it once more, and he began to slowly pump. Cradled in his mothers arms, he began to wank. Irene kissed the top of his turned head, the slight movement causing her erect nipple to graze his lips. 

"There, there son, take it slowly."

It was bad advice which he was going to ignore until he felt his mothers hand cover his own as it toiled up and down. He allowed her to guide his fist, her finger tips occasionally touching the shaft of his overheating weapon. Faster and more firmly they guided each other, pumping longer and harder. Her nipple was almost forcing itself into his closed lips. He could not take this for long and the familiar rushing feeling was building like an avalanche ready to go.

"Mum, ,mum" he blurted... "I'm gonna...."

"That's it let it come... " she said caringly "let it out." She squeezed her hand more tightly over his.

"Mummy , my mummy.... I'm coming...." His cock erupted like a volcano a steady river of jizz bubbled from it's angry head, covering their hands. Robbie pushed his head back into her chest, his body went into spasm in her arms, she held him tight and when she felt him suck hard on her nipple she simply stroked his hair, and felt a tingle between her legs. It was thirty seconds before he relaxed and released her teat from his lips.

"Sorry, I kind of lost track of the rules there." he said. 

"Just nursing my poor boy, they're for suckling my babies and I guess that's you. Are you OK now?"

"Oh yes. Very OK." His mother still held her hand around his which in turn grasped the remnants of his erection. She was reluctant to let go. He pulled his hand away. His mother's fingers had the lion's share of the milky white coating. She held them close to her face and examined the sticky fluid. Robbie wondered if she would.... But she chose a tissue instead.

They cleaned up and eventually cuddled up in bed. It was hard for him not to touch a rude bit, but somehow he managed and so ended the best day of his life.... So far.

Irene awoke early, it was her birthday. She was feeling happy despite clocking up another year. Her sleeping son's hand was grasping her breast. "We won't count that one." she thought to herself. She slipped from under his arm and got out of bed, she quietly picked her clothes for work and slipped out of the room. She did not want to disturb him. A quick shower, a bowl of cereal with a cup of coffee and she left the house.

Robbie waited till he heard the door close. At least he had been able to cop a feel of her tits while she was asleep. He jumped out of bed; he had birthday preparations to do. He quickly tidied the bed and dressed. He left the house without breakfast and hurried to the bus stop. He had time to remind himself of his afternoon with Elaine by viewing her pictures for the millionth time before the bus arrived. He travelled a mile or two then hopped off, a short walk later he stood outside "New Love, Adult Emporium." It was quite a seedy looking shop with blacked out windows, it had a few posters of pneumatic blonds wearing cheap French maid costumes and the like. He was not looking forward to this bit. He glanced around before he went in, he did not want to be seen recognised going into this place. He grasped the door handle just as it was pulled open from the inside. 

"Hello Robbie, stocking up on wank mags?" The girl said loudly.

It was a girl from a couple of years above him at his old school. 

His face reddened, and he looked at the floor. "No, I'm just....."

"I can't stop, I've just been stocking up on chocolate cocks for a hen party tonight. Don't get too many jizz mags, if you wank too much you'll go blind. See ya!"

The girl with a box of penis shaped soft centred chocolates, sauntered off down the road to wait at the bus stop he just alighted at. 

"Oh God! It'll be all round the neighbourhood. Robbie buys wank mags." He thought.

He pushed the door open and slipped inside. It was quite dark and very cramped in the shop. There were boxes piled high, the walls were covered in bizarre looking stuff, even to his internet seasoned eyes he did not know what half of them were. The man behind the counter looked at him.

"You eighteen?" he asked.

"What?"

"Are you eighteen?"

"Yes." 

"You have to be eighteen to come in here." He seemed to disbelieve him.

"Well I am. Eighteen and a half actually." He knew how childish that sounded.

"Got any ID?"

Robbie thought for a moment, all he had in his wallet was about sixty pounds and a Beano Comic Club membership card he had kept for sentimental reasons, he doubted that would do. "No, I left my driving license at home." He hoped that would sound mature enough.

"Sorry kid, I'm not risking my license selling to underage kids, I get enough grief from the police as it is."

An idea occurred to Robbie. "I can prove it!" and opened the shop door leaned out and said "Pssst psssst." as loudly as he could. The girl at the stop was reading the box, she was in a queue of six people. Five of them looked his way, but not her. He could not remember her name. "Excuse me," she didn't hear him, "Excuse me?" he said louder. The elderly woman stood just in front of the girl nudged her, "That lad in the dirty book shop wants you." The girl looked up. 

He waved. "Over here." The whole queue looked at him, he was blushing so much he appeared to be wearing face paint.

"What do you want?" she shouted.

"Could you spare me a minute?"

"In the sex shop?" she called.

The ground did not feel like swallowing him but he prayed it would. "Yes."

"Just a sec." she walked back to the shop. "What?"

"Could you tell the shop keeper that you know me."

She grinned broadly. "Why? You after a discount or something?"

"What?"

The shop keeper shouted from behind them, "Tracy is this lad eighteen?"

Tracy thought for a moment "Yes dad, he was behind me at school."

"Is that it?" she asked Robbie.

"Yes, thanks."

"Bye then." She walked back to catch her bus.

"So... what can I get you? The wank mags are over there," he pointed at a wall, "but for a pal of our Tracy's the good stuff is back here." His head indicated the door behind him.

"I don't want a wank ..... I'm looking for a vibrator."

"You don't want a wank but you want a vibrator, what you gonna do? Stir your tea?"

"It's not for me!"

"Boy or girl?"

"What?"

"Is it for a boy or a girl?" Robbie looked at a loss.

"Why would a boy need a .....? Ahh! ... No... a girl, definitely a girl; a woman in fact."

"Over there by the French ticklers." He pointed again.

Robbie had no idea what a French Tickler was but he could follow directions. He stood looking at a wall of vibrators, hundreds of them. He thought if he turned them all on, it would probably register on the Richter scale. He started reading the descriptions. He was there for fifteen minutes. He tried to remember everything Elaine had said about the toy that made his mother squirt, but could not find one that matched.

Behind him he heard the door open and another man entered the shop. "Hello Barney" the shop keeper said, "what you got for us today?" Barney gave him a piece of paper and started carrying in yet more boxes. The shop keeper signed for them and Barney left. 

"Son, is there anything in particular you're looking for?" the shop keeper called.

"Well yes... sort of." 

"What is it?"

Robbie returned to the counter and in a low voice, "I want a vibrator with a kink in it."

"A kink?" the shop keeper repeated loudly. "Well that's half of them. What's it for?"

Robbie was taken aback. "Well isn't that obvious?"

Outside there was the sound of a van failing to start.

"Ohh no, there's all kinds, for all different stuff. It all depends on what you want to .... achieve."

At that moment, Tracy came back into the shop. "That bloody bus has gone missing again. I'll wait in here till the next one's due. Oh, hello Robbie, you still here?"

"OK love." Her father replied. "Now then... Robbie? Is it? Where were we?" returning his attention to Robbie. "What's it for?"

Robbie glanced nervously over his shoulder at Tracy, she was just a few feet away sitting on a stool, still reading the box. The ground remained firmly closed under his feet. The noise of the van failing to start continued.

"It's to do a lady's G-spot." He whispered.

"Lady's G-spot you say?" he repeated loudly, "Well, that narrows it down a bit."

Tracy turned the box in her hand.

"Is she a big girl?" the shop keeper continued.

"She's over the age of consent, if that's what you mean." said Robbie indignantly. He heard Tracy snigger.

"No son, I mean is she a big girl down there.?" he nodded towards his groin.

Robbie had no idea, he only had experience of two, and they were both of a similar size. He was not aware they came in different sizes. He started making his hands contort to try and emulate the capacity of his mother's vagina.

"Tut!" Tracy said, "Dad means, is she tight or has she got a bucket fanny like me? Mind that's hardly surprising after having a kid and testing all this lot." she waved her arm at the shop. The van outside sputtered into life then stopped again.

"Errrm.. medium?" 

"Ahhh, medium, fair enough." The shop keeper exclaimed, "what colour?"

"She's white, but what difference....? You meant the vibrator didn't you?" Tracy sniggered again. "What colours do you have?"

"All sorts, green, gold, silver, black, white, red, you name it."

"Do you have a pink one?"

"No."

"OK gold then?" Robbie turned for the briefest moment to look outside at Barney who seemed to be shouting at his van. He turned back and there was a box on the counter. "How did you do that?" The shop keeper smiled and tapped the side of his nose with his finger.

"That's twenty pounds." He said.

Robbie delved into his wallet, "It will make her ...you know?" he asked trying to sound matter of fact.

"Make her what?" 

"You know..." he was gesticulating with his head and eyes. Quite how he thought that would convey an impression of a woman ejaculating is something no one will ever know.

"No... I don't."

Outside the van started spluttered then began revving.

Robbie turned his back on Tracy and leaned across the counter to whisper in the shop keeper's ear, "You know...squirt stuff." he was almost inaudible.

"Ohhh! He wants a Pussy Squirt 2000!" Exclaimed Tracy. 

Robbie almost stamped the ground hoping it would open up immediately.

"Yeah they're dead good they are," she continued, "'Ere dad, do you remember that time you nearly called a plumber because you thought the bathroom taps had been leaking?" She laughed at her father. "Yeah, they certainly get the job done, they do. You don't want that pile of crap." She waved at the box on the counter.

"Yes... I'll have one of those then. Please."

"We haven't got one." Said Tracy, "Sold the last one yesterday."

The van revved louder. "Here Barney might have some on his van. Stop him." The shop keeper ordered Robbie. Robbie looked bewildered but went to the door and waved limply at the driver who was indicating to pull out. The van cut out again. Barney thumped the steering wheel, and looked forlornly towards the shop. Seeing Robbie wave he leaned over and wound down the window.

Robbie stood just outside the door, he leaned to one side as the shop keeper shouted passed him "Barney! Could young Robbie here have a Pussy Squirt?"

"A Pussy Squirt? .... I think I can do you one!" Barney shouted back. "What colour?"

"Pink!" The keeper bellowed.

"One pink Pussy Squirt coming up" the driver bawled. He rummaged behind his seat and found a package. "Here! You're in luck it comes with a free bottle of VagiGlide Lubricant!" He waved the transparent plastic packet enthusiastically out of his van window.

"Well go get it son." encouraged the shop keeper.

Robbie briskly crossed the pavement to the outstretched package, he glanced at the bus stop where a queue of about fifteen people all craned their necks to see, including Mrs. Fairfax, his geography teacher of four years, who insisted on waving and calling out "Hello Robbie." He waved at her without looking, and walked speedily back to the shop.

"That'll be twenty five pounds." 

Robbie handed over the exact money. He looked at the clear plastic package, the Pussy Squirt 2000 had a strong curve to it and the end was in the shape of a cock head. 

"So you got a girlfriend then?" Tracy asked.

Robbie looked at her and then at the package. "Well .... Yes."

"Hmm, Good for you," she sounded surprised, "we all thought you was... you know... the other way."

"No!" he was horrified.

"Pity, there was lots of girls had an eye for you, if only we'd known." The shop keeper handed him a receipt. Robbie made to leave, then turned back, "Err do you have a bag?" he waved the pink plastic cock.

"Sorry. No." said the shop keeper.

"Ahh. Right." He took a deep breath, turned, and prepared to meet the public.

"Only kidding!" the shop keeper laughed and threw him a plain carrier bag. Robbie smiled in relief and left.

"Have fun!" Tracy shouted after him.

Robbie walked down the road to the supermarket where he purchased two cheap bottles of what appeared to be champagne, some ready made salmon en croute, asparagus, pre-cooked new potatoes, a chocolate mousse pudding thing that he really liked the look of, and some wrapping paper. 

Then he went home to wrap his mother's presents. He wrapped the perfume first. He cut open the Pussy Squirt 2000 packing and removed the contents, he did not want his mother seeing the name, he thought it might put her off. He also inserted new batteries and made sure it worked, which it did, its strength surprised him. He thought about what Elaine had said about buying his mother sexy undies as being inappropriate, and wondered what she would say about this? He wrapped it and the lubricant separately. He rummaged around and found two old photographs of him and his mother which he cut up and placed the faces side by side in the locket. Then he scribbled his name and a lot of kisses in the card that he had bought and sealed it. The postman had been while he was out, and she had six more cards to add to his own.




Fantasies Fulfilled Ch. 17



He sat down satisfied with a job well done and turned on the Xbox, he still had two hours to kill, before Irene was due home.

Irene arrived at work, Gavin was already there and out on the factory floor; he was talking to a few of the staff including 'that slut' Paula, they seemed to swapping jokes, which knowing that lot, would probably be filthy. She had never really gotten the hang of that sort of thing, and at work she maintained an air of business like seriousness. Through the office's half glass partition wall she caught his eye. He broke away from the group and joined her in the office. "Morning Irene." He said happily. 

"Good morning Gavin. Hard at it?" she nodded towards the staff who were beginning to get drift back to their machines.

"Just having a laugh.... A social worker says to a little boy 'Does it bother you that your mother had sex with a goat?' .... The kid thinks a while and says 'Naaaaaaah.' .. That was one of Paula's"

"Hmmm very funny." she refused to laugh at a joke from 'that slut'. "It's Saturday, we're paying time and a half, you shouldn't encourage them."

Gavin opened his desk drawer, and retrieved a neatly wrapped parcel and a pink envelope. "Happy birthday partner!" he handed her the gift.

Irene was truly shocked and a tear welled in her eye. "You remembered?" 

"Of course." It was a lie; Elaine had given him the card and the present just as he was leaving for work this morning. "We both did." He gave her a knowing smile and wink, letting her know that he had not forgotten their adventures with his wife. 

"How about a birthday kiss?" he smiled holding out his arms to her.

Irene moved like a rocket, she was not about to pass up a 'legitimate' opportunity of kissing the man she had lusted over for so many years. She closed her eyes and opened her lips slightly. Gavin was not expecting that, but 'hey, what the heck?" as he moved in to work his magic, he spotted his 'fuck buddy' Paula watching them through the glass partition, his lips veered north and pecked her on the forehead.

"So what are you doing today? For your birthday I mean." he asked, quickly retreating behind his desk.

A slightly crestfallen Irene replied, "I'm having dinner with my son." Then she added proudly "He's cooking."

"Hmmm good luck with that." He replied doubtfully.

"It's the thought that counts."

"It's how much Gaviscon you need that counts." He joked.

Irene opened her card and present, she discovered some rather expensive bath salts and girlie stuff inside the box, she was pleased. The card was flowery and read 'Happy Birthday Irene with fondest memories Elaine and Gavin XXXX'. She knew Gavin's writing, and this was not it. "Thank Elaine for me." she said with a hint of reproach.

"No bother."

At around noon Gavin left for home. Irene noted that Paula left just a few minutes after him. The other staff continued working until two, when they all packed away their things and left, Irene set the alarm, then locked up the factory and drove home.

She was greeted at the door by her son; he was holding two tall stemmed glasses filled with what appeared to be champagne. "Happy Birthday mum!" He handed her a glass, kissed her on the cheek, and moved aside to let her through the door. Irene was truly touched.

"This is a lovely surprise." she gushed.

"This is just the start. Cheers." They clinked glasses, and both took a sip. Robbie had never had champagne before and he could not see what all the fuss was about, he drained his glass in one. Irene almost crossed her eyes as the acidic anti-freeze burned her tongue.

"Thanks son, it's... lovely." She looked for somewhere to put the glass.

"Drink up I got lots."

Irene managed to smile weakly and poured the diabolical fluid as directly down her throat as she could manage. Robbie took her glass and headed to the kitchen for refills. Irene followed him. There was a broken plate on the floor.

"Ahh yes.. Sorry about that, the cork was a bit trickier than I thought, I'll manage the next one." He set about picking up the pieces.

"Oh it's ok, it was only bone china." She said wistfully.

Robbie handed her back her next glass. "So what shall we do next? Would you like a present?" he asked. Irene was still holding the box Gavin had given her in her spare hand. She put it on the kitchen worktop.

"Whatever you want." She replied.

Wait here one second." He dashed off to the living room and returned with a small parcel and some envelopes. 

Irene was in mother heaven, she was not used to this sort of fuss being made over her birthday. "Thank you." She said feeling a little weepy.

"There're loads more but I'm saving them for later."

Irene opened her cards, a couple from old neighbours, her younger sister, one of her ex-husbands, an old school friend, a false one from an insurance company reminding her that she should set up a funeral plan and finally an envelope that simply said 'Mum x' on the front.

"That's from me." 

"I sort of guessed." She opened the card, the picture was black and white from the early twenties, it was of an old woman about eighty with a toothy grin, behind her, out of focus was a naked young man stretched out on a couch, the old woman obscured his interesting bits. Inside the card read 'You're only as old as 'the man' you feel.' Robbie had written 'To mum, with all my love Robbie XXXXXXXXX".

Irene smiled, "Is that supposed to me?"

"Nooo you're a bit younger than that."

"A BIT!" she thought and took a gulp of the acid, then proceeded to open the package. It had enough tape on it to drag out the experience for a couple of minutes.

"Perfume! Oh how nice, Prada! Oh Robbie that's expensive!" she could not hide her delight. She sprayed some on her wrist and sniffed, "mmmm nice." it reminded her of something but she could not put her finger on it.

"I think I'll go change out of my work things." she said, even on a Saturday she had dressed in a formal business suit. 

"You don't have to, I really like you in that." he tried to sound suggestive.

"I'll be more comfortable in something else. In fact I think I'll have a good long soak in the bath, look what Elaine and Gavin bought me." She pointed to the girl bath stuff.

"Perfect!" he thought, "I could do your back, if you like?" he offered.

"The drink was kicking in. "That would be lovely."

"You could take your drink with you." He wanted her legless today.

Irene was doubted her mouth cells could take much more of the 'Champagne'. "Why not add orange juice to it and make in into a Bucks Fizz? It'll last longer." she suggested.

"Sure."

A few moments later Irene went upstairs carrying her girlie bath stuff, the perfume and a half pint mug of Bucks Fizz that her son had presented her with. "He tries so hard" she smiled.

Robbie remained in the kitchen, he was very pleased with himself he was piling up the Brownie points today. He read the small print on the 'Champagne' bottle label, "Produce of Bulgaria".

Irene stripped and fastened her cosy bath robe around her waist. She set the bath running and poured a mixture of Gavin and Elaine's potions and crystals into the water. She tentatively sipped the Bucks Fizz, "Not half bad!" she thought and took another drink.

The water frothed and foamed a little and when it was deep enough she turned off the tap, removed her robe and sank slowly into the steaming sweet smelling water. "Ahhhh." She lay relaxing, the alcohol, happily tranquilizing her brain.

Robbie tapped on the door, but entered without waiting for an answer. Irene did not look around, nor did she attempt to cover herself in anyway, she was passed worrying about him seeing her naked. Robbie stood just behind her, surveying her naked body, hazily obscured by the scented water. His cock liked this idea. "Shall I do your back?"

"Hmm, yes please." She hummed.

Robbie picked up a large sponge and knelt beside the bath. His mother's tits floated, the stiff little nipples stood to attention and broke the surface. "Of course I'll have to touch you to do this." He pointed out.

"Well actually it's the sponge that has to touch me." It was splitting hairs but it suited Irene's conscious to see it that way. She leant forward. Robbie took some soap and ran it slowly across her back and rubbed some into the sponge which he mopped across her slim white back. He did a thorough job. Irene loved every second of it. She felt him raise her arm and continued sponging under her arm and slightly forward to the side of her breast. He lowered the arm and ran the soapy sponge onto the top of her shoulder. Irene lay back once more as he ran the sponge across her upper chest and around her neck a little; finally he pushed the soapy sponge down to towards the soft flesh of her breast. Irene simply lay there with her eyes closed wishing he would take the liberty that he obviously wanted to. Robbie was not sure he dare and the sponge stopped circling.

"You can if you want to." she murmured, her eyes were closed.

Robbie's heart rate leapt, but wasted no time in gently applying the soapy sponge to his mother's perky tits. He began endlessly cleaning her inflamed little nipples. Irene issued a slight moan as her breasts sent urgent little messages to her cunt. Robbie moved the sponge and washed the underside of her breasts pushing them up and out. He loved playing this game. "You have gorgeous tits mum." he finally plucked up the courage to say. 

"Thank you."

"Are your nipples really sensitive?"

"They are when they get this sort of attention." She spoke softly, still with closed eyes. She wanted him to suck them. "You suckled on them last night." 

"I said sorry."

"And I said there was no need to apologise." There was a silence. Irene thought back to what the dictionary had told her about incest, she thought about what her tits were actually for; she convinced herself that it was ok to say "Would you like to suck on them again?" She kept her eyes closed it would have been impossible to say it face to face.

Robbie was sure he had misheard, but his mother cupped her breasts and raised them out of the water a little. He bent forward and greedily suckled on the nearest brown jewel.

"Gently," she whispered, "they are very sensitive."

Robbie sucked, he licked he devoured and whimpered. Irene thought she would die from the sheer longing that was building in her. She pulled his head to her with wet hands and moaned quietly, "that's it suck on mummies tits." She whispered and opened her eyes to watch her son suckle on her breast. Robbie wanted to feel them, to squeeze and mould them but he dare not. Instead he simply lay his palm on her flat tummy rubbing it in small circles not daring to go north or south.

Irene released one arm from his head and let her hand creep to her cunt, it was aching for attention. She gently rubbed small circles over her clitoris with her fingers. "Ohhhh son." She exhaled. Even in the water her cunt juices lubricated between her labia and she slipped a finger up and down along her pink slit. "Ohhhhh this is so naughty." She reminded herself. 

Robbie strained his head around to see her rubbing herself, but his mouth remained clamped to his mother's breast. He moved his hand and slowly traced his fingers along her slowly moving arm, inched closer and closer to the hand that was pressing into her dark soft genitals. Irene sucked in breath as his fingers ran across the back of her hand, she held her breath as his fingers joined her fingers and mimicked their movements while resting on top of them. Irene exhaled deeply. Robbie continued to circle and flick her nipple with his tongue. Her breath became short and rapid. Their overlapping hands began moving faster pressing harder against her flowering cunt lips. Irene jerked her mound violently. Splashing water out of the bath, she grunted deeply as her cunt walls grasped at what was not there, the room seemed to flash bright white light before her eyes and she convulsed throwing his head away from her chest. Her hand under his pressed hard down on her mound trying to subdue the orgasmic feeling of want. Finally she relaxed and lay still. Breathing rapidly.

"Was it alright?"

"Uhh?"

"I didn't touch you." He said.

"Ohh. It was fine son, it was only what I did to you last night. You're not in trouble." and she laughed. "Ohh Robbie, that was so .... FUCKING ... good." They both laughed at her using a naughty word. She lay recovering for a moment.

"But what about you?" she inquired, "Do you need... attention?"

Robbie stood and they both examined the bulging crotch of his jeans, he was certain that he could come in a few strokes. "I'll wait." he said. "Today is all about you." The points on the board shot higher.

Irene climbed a little shakily from the bath and Robbie helped her into he robe, he rubbed her dry with it, and took the opportunity to feel her up a bit. When she was dry, she said "I'll manage now." She emptied her mug of alcohol, and handed it to him.

"More?" he asked.

"Absolutely." she slurred.

Robbie returned to the kitchen and like he had done half an hour previously he poured half a glass of champagne, a huge shot of vodka and topped it up with orange juice. He returned it to his mother who was now stretched out on her bed.

"I think I'll have a little nap." she said.

"Fine, I'll wake you for dinner in a couple of hours." He went to play on his Xbox. Things were going very well.

An hour and a half later, he stood in the kitchen reading the instructions on the boxes containing their dinner, warm in oven, zap in microwave, easy. He turned the oven on and set the table; he even used a white linen table cloth and placed a silver candle holder with a single red candle in the centre. He popped into the garden and sneakily cut a rose from next doors bush, which he placed in a thin glass vase in front of his mother's place setting. He put a couple of fresh wine glasses out and grabbed a bottle of white wine from their quickly diminishing stock on the wine rack, he put it in the fridge. He stood back to admire his handy work and was pleased with himself.

Then he went to his room and changed into his suit trousers and black polished shoes, popped on a white shirt and a plain red tie. He actually looked pretty good he thought. His mother was still asleep, her bathrobe was in disarray and he had a good view of her recently trimmed nether regions. 

"Click" his camera phone said. His cock appreciated the picture.

"Mum." He said gently, and put his hand on her shoulder.

"What time is it?" she asked not knowing where she was.

"Dinner time," he replied, "or at least it will be in half an hour. I thought you might want time to get dressed.

Irene wearily opened her eyes, she was feeling a little dehydrated. "Oh my! Don't you look smart!" she said delightedly.

"Thought I'd make an effort."

"Then I better too."

Robbie returned to the kitchen. Irene opened her wardrobe.

It was six o'clock when the oven bell sounded. It was a little early but Robbie wanted to have plenty of time to work on his mother. He laid out the food, which actually looked very good. Opened and poured the chilled wine, lit the candle, placed a small neatly wrapped parcel beside her plate and called out "Mum!"

Irene was already on her way down and entered the room to be taken aback by the amazing effort her son had made. "This is unbelievable." She fought to stop the tears welling up and ruining her make up she had just spent twenty minutes applying. "Robbie it's beautiful."

"Glad you like it." He pulled out her chair and she took her place. "But you are the most beautiful thing in this room." It did not sound as cheesy as he feared.

Robbie had actually done a double take when she entered the room, she did look bloody good. Her make up was immaculate, with dark red lipstick; he had a thing about lipstick. She wore a tight fitting knee length pure white front fastening dress that gave her a real hour glass figure, complete with quite a deep cleavage. Her legs looked great in black stockings and black shiny high heels.

They sat and ate the food; Irene continued to burble about what a good boy he was and how much she was enjoying her birthday. He managed to stop her talking long enough to get another glass and a half of wine into her, with much clinking of glasses and here's to a good mother etc. They finished their main course, which they both agreed was very good indeed. 

"Pudding?" He offered.

They ate their chocolate mousse in comfortable silence. Irene could not remember being so happy. They finished the food and emptied their glasses. Robbie busied himself making coffee. Irene could not believe how mature he had become; he seemed to have blossomed into a man over the last few days. He was kind, thoughtful, and not at all pushy. Her worries that she had damaged him in some way had vanished. He obviously was capable of thinking and acting for himself. She was so lucky to have such a marvellous son, any girl would be fortunate to have him for a boyfriend. Or any woman, she reminded herself. She decided that they both deserved a reward, tonight she would let him touch her boobs, maybe even kiss them, while they 'played' with themselves, it was her birthday after all, the alcohol let out a giggle and the naughty thoughts sent a little ripple through her body.

Robbie brought the coffee to the table, they sat and sipped it.

"I was thinking we would watch a DVD, or at least one of those pirate ones that dad got."

"That would be lovely."

His father had brought a huge selection of pirate films home from one of his trips, but only he was allowed to touch them. Robbie remembered a copy of 'Atonement', which he thought would be right up his mother's street.

"But first are you going to open your present?" He suggested.

Irene feigned surprise as if noticing the package for the first time. "Oh I hope you haven't gone to a lot of trouble." she lied. Irene carefully opened the wrapping paper, and when what was obviously a jewel box appeared she was overjoyed. With trembling hands she lifted the lid. The immaculately tasteful silver pendent, chosen by Elaine, sparkled in the candle light. The tears were welling and she could not do anything about it."

"It opens." he suggested.

Her fingers were almost uncontrollable as she split open her newest and most treasured possession. She saw the two tiny images and blubbed uncontrollably.

"Do you like it?"

Her son was treating her the way she had always imagined a perfect husband would treat his wife. "I .... I..." The tears rolled down her face. "It's... the most beautiful thing I have ever had. Thank you.... Thank you." she sobbed. She was forlornly trying to undo the clasp, with the intention of putting it on and never taking it off.

"Here let me help you." He stood behind her and carefully leaned down to fasten the chain. His cheek was next to hers and he kissed it, whispering "Happy Birthday mum." Irene turned her head and clamped her lips on his. It was unexpected and he tried to pull away but she grasped his head with both hands and held him there. She kissed him and kissed him again. Robbie relaxed a little and the kiss of gratitude turned into something very different. Irene's tongue crossed his lips and they both whimpered as they mixed warmth with saliva and lipstick. They kissed for a full two minutes before Robbie plucked up the nerve to run his hand over her taught breast, she made no move to stop him, but whimpered a little. He could feel the excited nipple under his palm. Irene released her grip. "Ohhh son!" 

"Ohh mum?" was all he could think to say. He figured he was about to get a lecture and pulled his hand away from her soft tit. Irene pushed her chair back and stood up, her face was contorted in a way he did not recognise, she still had tears running down her face and her eye make up was suffering. 




Fantasies Fulfilled Ch. 18



The postman handed the plain brown jiffy bag to Elaine, he smirked as he held out the delivery note for her to sign. Elaine blushed as the contents of the parcel became immediately apparent to her fingers. She scribbled her name and thanked the grinning postman. "Have fun!" he joked as she retreated behind the blue front door. 

Back in the kitchen she sat at the breakfast bar, and took a sip of her coffee, before tearing open the parcel. Slipping her inside the bag she wrapped her fingers around a surprisingly familiar object. She pulled it out, and smiled at the lifelike rubber penis in her hand. It was black and whilst the surface had a soft skin texture, it was a very good representation of an erection. Already she felt a flutter in her groin and an excitement she was already determined to try it out immediately. She was sure she had ticked the box marked 'small' when she had gone online to order the dildo, but this was the same size as her husband's pride and joy. She had never regarded him as being small. Indeed, up until a few weeks ago, he was the proud owner of the biggest and more than adequate cock that she had experienced. Mike next door had a thicker one, and Robbie, her one and only true infidelity had eclipsed both him and her husband with a literally breathtaking example of manhood. She determined to withhold the 'small' information from Gavin. 

A couple of weeks ago, as they lay chatting in bed, he had indicated that he would be prepared to have her use a strap-on on him, with the proviso that it was small and not black and not actually penis shaped. The web site had said that 'colours may vary', so it was just pot luck what she had received. The lifelike penis design had been her own desire. Although she had determined that she and Gavin would return to a monogamous state of affairs, she had been sure that in the long run it would be for the best. However she found it difficult to fully close the door on her recently awakened lesbian desires. When it came to ordering the strap-on, she had fantasised about using it on Louise next door or maybe even Irene, Gavin's business partner, that fantasy definitely included a true to life cock. 

So she had ended up with the exact object that her husband had said he did not want, she also knew she would change his mind. She felt in the bag again and pulled out a complicated leather strap arrangement and headed up the stairs to her bedroom. She kicked off her shoes, and socks, then hurriedly removed her jeans and knickers. Standing in front of the full length mirror she admired her thick mat of brown pubic hair. She had stopped shaving and trimming ever since she had been so turned on by Irene's tangled rug. 

She dangled and shook the leather straps trying to make sense of what went where. Spotting a wider piece of leather with a hole in the centre, she pushed the dildo through the hole until it's flat based nestled against the leather. With her heart racing she pulled the straps up her legs and adjusted the buckles. When she was satisfied it was secure and comfortable she stood back to admire her new appendage in the mirror. Despite it's colour it did look very realistic. She turned sideways and smiled as her newly erect penis waved and jiggled obscenely in the air. She could not help but squeeze and fondle it, pretending she was a man, and finally she jerked her fist up and down it's length, she quickly learned that if she pressed hard on the down stroke, the ball sack at the base of the dildo rubbed her engorged clitoris and she was pretty sure she would be able to get off in that manner.

Elaine became aware that her nipples had swollen and were rubbing against her bra, she wanted to see the full effect of her transgender body and pulled her sweater over her head, then quickly removed her bra. Again she examined herself in the mirror. She found the mixture of her womanly soft tits and the stiff cock intriguingly attractive. She found having a cock very empowering, she had a very strong urge to use the weapon on Louise, her next door neighbour, she wanted to share the experience that Gavin had had with her, seeing her face as he pumped his hard rod into her. The thought of Gavin flicked her attention to the idea of fucking her husband up the arse, giving him a bloody good seeing to. She laughed aloud and jumped onto her bed. Reaching into her bedside table drawer she found her lubricant and applied some to her cock then lay back and wanked for all she was worth. Rubbing the base of her slippery hard cock against clit whilst twisting a hard nipple with her fingers. She let out a whimper and her groin convulsed as she came hard and quickly, the urge to penetrate immediately became an urge to be penetrated and she hurriedly removed the strap-on and stuffed the lubricated cock far into her wet vagina, humping it for all she was worth, experiencing two further little cunt clenching orgasms. Slowly she removed the sticky cock from her squelching pussy and relaxed, gently caressing her breasts, reacquainting herself with her womanly body. Elaine liked being a girl.

In a car park on the other side of town; Paula straightened her clothing, and rearranged her hair, before reapplying her and Gavin's favourite shade of lipstick. She searched in her handbag and found a tube of mints at the bottom, she knew from experience that the taste of Gavin's spunk tended to linger. Gavin watched her, admiring just how utterly feminine she was. He checked the zip on the front of his trousers one more time and used the car's rear view mirror to check for tell tale lipstick although he was pretty sure it was his cock that would be coated in most of that evidence.

"When can we see each other again? Properly I mean." Paula asked. 

She was happy with the almost daily sojourns with Gavin, but she wanted so much more. She was sure that almost everyone at Gavin's company where she worked, knew that something was going on between them. Their excuses for leaving the building together or staying late after everyone else had gone, were getting repetitive and frankly a little ludicrous. Even now she was supposed to be helping him deliver a box of china to a restaurant, a single box being easily carried by a small child, let alone requiring two healthy adults. Plus the restaurant was a five minute walk from their factory, not a sixty minute drive in his BMW.

"I know we haven't done anything special recently, it's been difficult to get away." He replied. He had not told her about the extraordinary upturn in his sex life with his wife, or his neighbours come to that. "I have a trade exhibition to visit in a couple of days, maybe you could come with me, it's a long way I normally take a couple of nights in a hotel."

"Well it would be good to have you to myself for a whole night. But I can't say I'm enthralled at wandering around looking at kilns all day." She knew she was sounding grumpy, but the truth was she was feeling used. She also knew that she was being unfair, she had gone into this relationship with her eyes wide open to the fact that Gavin was married and wanted to stay that way. She was happy for them to become fuck buddies, but the truth was that her feelings had changed, she wanted more, she had fallen in love with Gavin.

"We don't have to actually go to the exhibition, the company doesn't need any equipment or anything."

Paula's eyes lit up, "You mean we get all day together too, just you and me?"

"Absolutely."

"Where is the exhibition?" 

"Birmingham. But we don't even have to go there, we can go anywhere you like."

"The coast? The Lakes? London?"

"All three if you like, but it would be a fair old drive."

"The Lake District, then. Cosy hotel room, open fires, good food, and you."

"It's a deal. What about your husband?"

"I wasn't planning on inviting him. What about your wife?"

"I meant, can you get away or will he be suspicious?" 

"I know what you meant, silly. He probably won't even notice I'm gone. It's not a problem."

"Well Elaine is used to me going to this exhibition, I haven't missed one in five years." Paula winced inside at his use of his wife's name, she did feel guilty about sleeping with another woman's husband.

"I can't wait," she smiled, "now, we better get back to the factory. Irene will be practising giving me one of her glares. Kiss me one more time." She leant towards him, awkwardly avoiding the gearstick. They kissed, deeply, their tongues dancing in one another's mouth. Pulling apart, Gavin wondered what the strange taste was as Paula popped the mint she was holding into her mouth.

Later that day Gavin reminded his partner Irene that he would be away at the exhibition the following Tuesday and Wednesday.

"Have you booked a room yet? I'll do it if you like?" Irene offered, "It's the Claremont you usually stay at, isn't it?"

"Yes it is, but don't you bother I'll sort it out." He did not want her booking a hotel hundreds of miles in the wrong direction to where he would actually be.

"I suppose Paula will be having some time off too, will she?" The implication was obvious, but he was not about to admit anything.

"I have no idea," he lied, "better ask her. Nothing to do with me." He avoided the knowing look that his partner was giving him. "Although, I think it might be good for the business if she went along, she might learn a lot."

Irene was sure her business partner was having an affair with Paula and she did not like it. She did not like Paula. She did not like the way that Paula seemed to be friends with everyone, or that she was so attractive, she did not like the way she looked good in young clothes. She did not like that Paula was sleeping with the husband of Elaine, her friend and confident. Most of all, she did not like the fact that Gavin preferred Paula to her.

Irene was actually feeling sad, it had been two weeks since her son had left for university. He had only called her twice and on both occasions he had been with other students and unable to talk properly. She had become used to their frequent love making and frankly she was feeling very horny, with little prospect of finding a lover. The last few weeks with her son had been utterly amazing, they had fucked and masturbated endlessly and he had treated her the way she had always wanted to be treated, with love, respect and adventurous sex. She had sobbed for hours when she had left him at the student hall of residence over a hundred and fifty miles from home. She drove home with the vision of him greeting several young girls also being dropped off by their parents. She knew he would soon be telling her that he had met someone and she knew that she would lie and say how pleased she was. 

Irene watched Gavin as he stared through the office partition window, he was staring at Paula who was busying herself organizing the next set of pots for the kiln. Irene wished it was her he was lusting after, wished it was her that was embroiled in the furtive excitement of an affair. After all they had made love with each other once, his wife, Irene's friend, had been a part of that, how much more exciting was that than sordid blow jobs in a car park with that slut Paula?

It was five o'clock, "I'll see you in the morning." Irene said as she gathered her coat, bag and car keys. She wanted to get home and work off some of her frustrations with the fabulous vibrator her son had given her, on her amazing birthday. She was on her fifth set of batteries. With his help she had become very adept at giving herself a squirting orgasm, something she had first experienced with Gavin's wife, Elaine. It was the memory of that day that often featured in her mind as she feverishly fingered herself.

The phone was ringing as Irene entered her house. She picked it up, "Hello?"

It was her son. "Oh Robbie, it's so good to hear your voice, I miss you so much."

"I miss you too mum, especially at night." He sniggered.

The obvious reference worried her, "Are you on your own?"

"Yes, don't worry."

"You must be careful Robbie, no one can ever know." She reminded him for the hundredth time.

"It's OK mum, I know. .... How are you? Are you feeling as horny as I am?"

Irene blushed, even after all the times she had slept with her son it was still a shock to her brain to hear him speak to her like that. "I told you, I miss you." She replied coyly.

"I play with myself every night thinking about you." He said earnestly. It was not strictly true, he often thought of his afternoon in a hotel room with Elaine.

"Have you met any girls yet?" She probed.

"Plenty, but they all seem so young and silly compared to you." The news was a relief to his mother. 

"I'm sure you'll find someone soon enough, I know boys, especially you, I can't believe you'll go without sex for a whole half term. Besides, most boys are after quantity not quality. I'm sure you'll want to put a few notches on your bed post."

"Aww mum, you know you're the only girl for me. Besides I already had two notches before I got here."

"Two?"

"You and Elaine." He replied.

"Ahh Elaine. Well I'm not sure she would count, after all you didn't actually manage it on that particular occasion."

"But I made up for that when..." Robbie stopped talking and started kicking himself.

"When what?", he did not answer, "When what? Robbie?"

"It doesn't matter."

"When what?" She insisted. "Robbie? Did you see Elaine another time?" Again silence, Robbie had grown to dislike lying to his mother, but he had promised Elaine never to mention their afternoon together.

"Robbie! Tell me!"

Robbie knew his mother well enough to be sure that she would not let go of this particular bone. "It was only the one time."

"What was only the one time?" She demanded.

Robbie took a deep breath. "I had sex with her in a hotel."

"WHAT?" Irene was incensed. "When?, how?"

The cat was well and truly out of the bag. "Just one time, just before your birthday."

Irene was speechless. Her last birthday had been THE day, the day that had changed their lives, the day that she had finally given herself to her son, totally and willingly, it had been unquestionably the best day of her life. This news smeared that sacred day. The news that her son and her friend had somehow betrayed her with such sordid deceit twisted in her guts.

As Irene's silence turned to whimpering sobs, Robbie went on to tell her the whole truth. Complete with all the intimate details. By the end of the tale, Irene's sobs had abated, she was filled with a grim resolve to reap revenge on her so called friend, Elaine. 

Irene's first instinct was to tell Elaine of her husbands affair with Paula. But at the end of the day she did not actually have proof and ultimately she did not want to hurt Gavin. She would have to give this a lot more thought.

Gavin sat back, the meal had been fabulous. Across the table, Elaine smiled at him. She looked amazing. She had changed her makeup, darker lipstick and eye shadow, her hair was somehow harsher than usual. Gavin was actually reminded of scenes from a vampire movie.

Elaine stood and moved around behind his chair, she leaned forward and ran her hands down his shoulders and chest, nestling the back of his head between her breasts "How about an early night?" she whispered in his ear, briefly fluttering her tongue around his ear lobe.

"You read my mind." he smiled. He turned his face to his wife's and they kissed.

"Come on," she urged, "I'm going to give you a proper seeing to." Elaine winked and led the way to their bedroom. Gavin was rapidly becoming excited by his wife's mysterious new behaviour. He entered the bedroom to find it softly lit by scented candles. They stood by the bed and Elaine wrapped her arms around his neck, they kissed once more, her tongue snaking deeply into his mouth. He made to fondle her breasts but she pushed him away. "Strip." She instructed. He wasted no time in removing his clothes. 

"Now lie on the bed.", he did, his erection slapping against his abdomen. Gavin watched as his wife removed her blouse to reveal a black bra with gold lace. Her ample tits bulging over the rim of the sexy garment. Next she slowly removed her skirt, dropping it to the floor to show off matching knickers. Her legs and feet were bare save for her shoes which kicked off. Then she pulled her knickers down to reveal her hair covered cunt. Elaine retrieved something from her bedside drawer, and sat on the bed. 

"Give me your hand." she ordered, Elaine quickly wrapped something around his wrist then jerked his arm towards the rails of the bed head. Gavin realised she was tying him to the bed with a stocking. He opened his mouth to speak, but Elaine put her finger to his lips, "Shhhh, relax and enjoy the ride." she murmured. Gavin sank back onto the bed and Elaine straddled him as she tied his other arm to the bed. He groaned as his wife began to grind her hairy cunt against his firm shaft. Attempting to move his arms he realised just how helpless he was. It was a good kind of helpless.

Elaine shifted back a little to straddle his thighs, her clitoris rubbing against his tight ball sack. She grasped his erection and slowly began to pump her hand, he twitched each time her tight grip slipped over the thick vein around his engorged cockhead. Gavin gazed at his wife in helpless awe, she still had her bra on and he wished it would vanish. 

"Do you like my cock? she asked him. Gavin looked at her hand, with his cock nestled against her hairy cunt it did look, to all intents, like she was sporting her own penis. 

"Take your bra off?", he intended it as an order but it came out as more of a plea.

"Not yet, big boy." Elaine delighted in her new found power. "I want you to lick me first. She released her hold of his manhood and stood on the bed, slowly moving to stand above his head. Gavin watched his wife's cunt draw closer and closer to his face as she slowly crouched down holding the bed head for support, her moist pink cunt lips spreading wider as she dipped closer. When she was inches from his lips she stopped. "Say please." She demanded. 

Gavin could smell her arousal, he could see the glistening delicious wetness of her secret place, he desperately wanted to taste her. "Please". He whispered.

Elaine dipped down and smeared his lips with her sex, then pulled away again. "I didn't hear you."

"Please." He hissed.

Elaine dipped once more and rubbed her cunt on his face. "Say it nicely."

"Pleeeaase." He begged.

"That's a good boy." Elaine said gently and eased her raging cunt flaps to his mouth. Gavin wasted no time in probing her warm hole with his tongue. He eagerly lapped at her juice as Elaine rocked her mound against the stiff little intruder. "Taste my cunt juice." she demanded. Gavin's tongue was having it's usual effect on her and she struggled to keep her clit away from his eager mouth, she wanted to make this last. She was very aroused, she knew what she was planning and the anticipation was nerve jangling. With her husband tied down her inhibitions fell away, she liked to talk dirty when she felt in control.

"Smell my cunt." She ordered and shifted to rub her wet lips against his nose. Gavin inhaled as best he could, although frankly he was struggling to breath at all with his wife's genitals pressed firmly against his face, he was in heaven.

His tongue inadvertently touched his wife's puckered brown bum hole and Elaine's body stiffened. "Ohhhh fuck YES!." She quickly pulled away from him and swung around to face the opposite direction, and leaned down presenting her husband with her wrinkled dirt hole. "Tongue my bum hole!".

Gavin did, he stiffened his tongue to penetrate his wife's arse, wriggling it's tip just half an inch passed her sphincter. Elaine shuddered in pleasure at the intimate filth that her lover was bestowing on her. 




Fantasies Fulfilled Ch. 18



"Ohhh, I love it!... I love you! You dirty bastard." She exclaimed, and pushed her bum harder against her husband's face. Gavin gave a muffled groan as he felt his wife's warm lips engulf his penis, he bucked his hips in encouragement. When he felt a saliva coated finger probe his own arse hole he almost sobbed with excitement. Elaine pulled her mouth away from his throbbing manhood, "You like this?", she wiggled her finger tip in his grasping arse hole. Gavin gave a muffled confirmation and hungrily delved his tongue deeper into her tight little dirt box.

Elaine withdrew her finger, and pulled her lips from his cock. Then rolled off of him. "Do you trust me?" she asked.

"Why are you asking?" Gavin replied with more than a hint of suspicion. 

"Do you trust me?" she repeated while reaching behind her back to undo her bra clasp.

"Of course I do." What else could he say?

With that Elaine dropped her bra to the floor, she noticed with satisfaction that Gavin's cock jerked at the sight of her bare tits. She picked up her blouse from the floor, and before he could speak, draped it over his head and face, effectively blindfolding him.

"Lift your hips." she instructed. He did, and he felt pillows being stuffed under his bum. Next he felt his legs being pulled apart, followed by his wife's warm breath on his testicles. He gasped as he felt her tongue worm between his buttocks. He widened his legs further to allow her access. Her tongue found it's mark and he found paradise. After a couple of minutes she withdrew her face. 

"I was enjoying that." He said, into the blouse covering his face.

"You'll enjoy this too." He felt a cold blast of liquid squirt between his balls and bum. Elaine smeared the lubricant liberally around his bum hole slipping a finger easily and deeply inside him. 

Gavin gasped "Fucking hell!"

"Don't you like it?"

"Just a little unexpected."

"I'll stop if you like." she teased.

"No, it's fine," then added "good! It's good." He was loving every second of his wife's new kink. Elaine hooked her finger inside his bowel and pressed his prostate, Gavin almost came immediately "WHOOOAAA!" he cried. Elaine removed her finger.

"Hmmm, I'll have to remember that one." she giggled.

"Fuck that was intense." He panted into the blouse.

"That was nothing... give me a moment." He heard and felt her alight from the bed, followed by the sound of her moving around at the foot of the bed, finally the familiar sound of the lubricant bottle squirting it's contents out. Then she was climbing back into place between his legs.

"What are you up to?" he asked.

"Well darling, I thought we might swap places for the night. Would you like to do me up the bum?" He felt his erect manhood being shaken. 

"You know I would."

"Well I'd love that too... but".

Elaine suddenly pulled the blouse from his face. "Me first! I want to fuck you for a change." 

Gavin strained his head to look at his wife kneeling between his raised lower half. Face - pretty, tits - fabulous, tummy - round and sexy, big black cock.

"Oh fuck!" he exclaimed and tugged at his bonds.

Elaine prodded the tip of her well lubricated cock against his anus. "Don't be such a baby, you just said you'd like to do me like this." 

"But that's different!"

"How is it?" She pushed forward, Gavin tried to move his hips but his wife pressed them down with her hands. "Now stop struggling, and let me fuck you with my big hard cock, you naughty boy." Gavin wriggled some more. "Trust me, it's better if you relax. Been there ... done that." she advised. She grasped his wilting cock. "I promise you get to return the favour."

Gavin stopped struggling and Elaine thrust three inches of her slippery appendage into him.

"Jeeeessuuuuss Chriisst!" The thickness of his wife's cock was stretching him wide. The look on his face was a mixture of pain, surprise and pleasure. Elaine leant forward and lay on top of him, hooking her arms under his and grasping his shoulders taking some of her weight on her elbows. The classic missionary position they had used the first time he had fucked her. Her tits mashed against his chest, her mouth found his and they kissed. After a minute she pulled her lips away.

"Now I'm going to fuck you." she whispered. Gavin had adjusted to the feeling in his arse, and with his wife laying on top of him, he felt secure and somehow wanted to give himself to her, allow her to do this.

"Yes.. fuck me." he whispered in submission. Elaine thrust her groin and the whole length of her plastic cock filled his bowels. She pulled back slowly and thrust once more, and again and again. The feeling was extraordinary for both of them. Elaine felt powerful, invading her husbands most intimate place, him almost powerless to resist but willingly allowing her this violation, it was so erotic, her clit was rubbing hard against the strap-on and when he wrapped his legs around hers pulling her harder into him, the feelings intensified. For two minutes she rocked her groin against him and he bucked and rose to meet her, he groaned and whimpered. Suddenly she stiffened and began to come.

"I'm coming!" she stammered and clung to her husband while her vagina contracted and her hips jerked, thrusting the dildo hard into him. After a few seconds she began to relax a little..

"That was quick!" He gasped. Elaine regained enough composure to see the funny side and they both giggled. 

"Sorry hun." she said, slowly withdrawing her permanently erect penis from her husband. 

Gavin was as horny as fuck, but he found it difficult to maintain a stiffy with his wife's cock ramming into his arse. "Please get me off." he pleaded. Elaine slipped the knots tying his arms and slithered down his body. She applied more lubricant to her fingers and slipped two inside his surprisingly stretched bum hole, her other hand grasped his limp cock around base. Gavin stared at her as she shook his cock to life and felt the extraordinary need to ejaculate as her fingers massaged his prostate. He rapidly stiffened. Gavin pulled his knees towards his chest, spreading his bum wide for his wife's magical fingers. She began to jerk his cock in earnest and translucent white spunk jetted from it's slit, hitting his own face, legs and chest. "Ohhhh my GOD!" he cried. It was the strangest orgasm he had ever had, His wife relented her assault on his prostate and gently withdrew her fingers. They both laughed and cuddled, rolling around the bed hugging and kissing. 

"What a dirty bitch you are!" he meant it as a compliment, and Elaine was happy to hear the words. After a while Elaine climbed off the bed. 

"Do you like my cock?" she asked, holding it at the base and shaking it. Gavin examined her for the first time. She did look very sexy, bizarre, but sexy.

"I do."

"Would you like to be my bitch and suck it?" She laughed and advanced towards him. Gavin did actually quite like the idea of sucking his wife's cock, but then remembered where it had just been.

"Maybe another time." Elaine feigned disappointment and removed the strap-on. They soon cuddled up and fell asleep.

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Irene watched Gavin shuffle uncomfortably in his seat for the twentieth time, "Are you OK?" she asked.

Gavin's arse was sore. "Fine." he said, wriggling his cheeks against the padded leather. "This chair's getting old." He offered as an excuse. 

"Mine's OK, they were bought at the same time."

"Hmmm." He did not want to talk about it, besides he was busy. Gavin examined the list of hotels Google had come up with. He compared a few and finally made his choice, a twenty room old manor house overlooking Lake Windermere. He booked and paid for two nights. It was expensive but Paula deserved it. Gavin had determined that this would be their last time together and it was going to be a good one. He had taken Paula as a lover at a time when he was unhappy and sexless, but that hardly applied anymore, he was feeling guilty and he knew he had to end it. He knew that if Elaine did not exist then he would have asked Paula to be his wife. She was, above all, his friend, he wished he could tell her all that had happened over the last few weeks, but he also suspected that Paula would be hurt and probably jealous, even though she would try to hide it. Bringing sex into their relationship had made things complicated. "Paula will understand." He thought, his guilt level rose again.

At lunch time he left the office five minutes after Paula. He drove for two minutes to the secluded spot by the canal that had become their regular meeting place. Paula was standing by her car waiting for him to arrive. 

Gavin leaned over to the passenger door to open it, but Paula surprised him by hopping in the back. 

"Hello Gav." She beamed, "I could hardly sleep last night, thinking about having you all to myself for two whole nights."

"I just booked our room for tomorrow... Windermere, Tudor house, spa, pool, open fires, four poster bed, en suite wet room... bloody expensive." He could not help but mention the last bit.

"Ohhh sounds lovely, I can't wait."

Gavin twisted around to look at her, rather than her image in the rear view mirror. He came face to face with a lacy white thong being dangled from her finger.

"I thought maybe I could show you how much I appreciate it." She smiled.

Gavin scrambled to get his door open and raced to the back. As he climbed in. Paula lay back one leg on the seat the other on the floor. Her dress covering her modesty. Gavin lay on top of her and they kissed. Paula's hand immediately squeezing between them and tugging at his belt. "We'll have to be quick, but I just can't wait till tomorrow." she breathed.

Gavin grasped her breasts and roughly squeezed, he adored her tits.

"Steady tiger...let me." she giggled, fearing he would rip the buttons from her white cotton dress. Gavin backed off, and began undoing his own trousers whilst Paula popped the buttons all the way down her front. Gavin shuffled his trousers and pants to half mast. His cock was paying full attention to Paula as she undid the last button allowing it to fall open to reveal her white bra and hairless cunt. Paula turned on her side and Gavin lay next to her as best he could, their legs tangled by the narrow width of the car. They kissed, tongues entwining, a deep lovers kiss that left them breathless with anticipation. Gavin's fingers slipped to her mound and explored her now familiar folds. He expertly parted her cunt flaps to find her wet and excited. With his finger lubricated he gently rubbed her stiff little clitoris. Paula moaned and whimpered, pushing her cunt against his fingers. "Ohh Gav!, I need you, I want you." She humped against his hand urgently, breathing heavily. Gavin's guilt was easily overcome by the warm, soft, aroused, vision of female perfection, clinging to him. "Fuck me Gav, put it in me."

Gavin shifted trying to align his pulsing meat with her slippery expectant tunnel, but the confines of the car were a problem. Paula pulled away from him, and scrambled to her hands and knees, she pulled her open dress away from her bum and presented her glistening pink cunt to him. 

"Like this, do me like this." she insisted. Gavin shuffled behind her. The delicious quivering mass of wet pussy folds were so fucking inviting. 

"Jeeesus, you're beautiful." he said, she was and he meant it. Gavin thought this view of any woman was the best, but Paula on her hands and knees was beyond description. He had to bury his face in her folds, inhale her aroma, taste her feminine liqueur. Paula's inner thighs quivered as she felt his tongue lap at her cunt, she wanted him, she wanted to surrender everything to him she wanted him to devour her, to own and control her. His tongue slipped across her clit a couple of times and she had a small orgasm, she whimpered and fell forward a little, thrusting her cunt higher into the air. Gavin looked into her gaping hole and pushed his fingers inside, her juices were pooling deep around her cervix, her soft strong cunt walls contracted around his fingers.

"Fuck me!" she pleaded. "Hard!"

Gavin obliged. Quickly withdrawing his fingers and aligning his erection with her aromatic hole. He easily plunged into her sopping wet cunt, and began thrusting, almost pulling out then back in balls deep. Her wetness caused loud squelching sounds which only heightened their excitement. 

"Oooo! You're in me, you're in me!" she moaned, "Give me your come. Fuck it in me." Paula begged. Gavin continued to thump his meat into her soft tunnel. He had to bend over her back because of the car roof, but that just increased the contact and allowed him to fondle her fabulous pear shaped tits. Her breasts had shaken free of her bra and hung down heavily, swinging together with each thrust into her womanhood. Her nipples hard and extended, Gavin pinched them and Paula squealed loudly and came again. The tightening convulsions of her cunt sent him over the top causing him to spew his load into her, jerking and spasming strings of his white goo to mix with her own copious juice. 

They did not move for a several minutes, catching their breath and just savouring the completion of their love making. Gavin's erection deflated and he flopped out, a string of sticky fluid still connecting the tip of his cock to her cunt lips. 

"Don't get up." He told her. "You'll make a mess on the seat."

"Oh thanks! I think you're responsible for most of it." 

"Just a second, while I find a tissue. Have you any in your bag?"

"Yes they're in my car."

Gavin attempted to pull up his trousers, but there was not enough room. 

"How about my thong?"

Gavin looked at the tiny garment. "It's no bigger than a piece of string."

"OK, there's only one thing for it."

"What?"

"You'll have to lick me out." she laughed.

"What?"

"You heard."

"But..."

"Gavin, I've drunk enough of your spunk to fill a swimming pool, it won't kill you, and you never seem to turn down a taste of me."

"But..."

"I'll shuffle forward, you get your head on the seat."

"But... but...." , nevertheless he complied. With great difficulty he manoeuvred his large frame into place so that his head was beneath her upturned bum. Paula slowly eased back to cover his mouth with her reddened genitals. She clenched her cunt muscles hoping to keep the liquid in her, instead it had the effect of propelling it, into his mouth at speed. Gavin gagged.

"Fuck!" he coughed. 

"Welcome to my world!" laughed Paula.

It went through his mind that last night he had been fucked with a cock and now he was having to swallow too. He had a new appreciation for women. 

Another glob of spunky goo slipped from between her sticky cunt lips, he dutifully took it in his mouth, he could taste mild onions. Her newly fucked cunt smelled of sweat and the stale aroma of his own come, all mixed with her own womanly arousal. He actually quite like it. He lapped at her cunt, until he was sure he had cleaned her out. Paula meanwhile was getting aroused all over again. She was very disappointed when he stopped. 

"You have to finish that tomorrow." she insisted. 

"Well if we're doing requests I might have a few of my own."

They were busy getting dressed.

"You know I'll try most things... once.", she was thinking of their time with Rachel, the black teenager. 

Gavin thought for a moment, he knew this was going to be the last time he would have the opportunity. "OK, I want pictures!"

"You mean .... pictures?" 

"I mean dirty ones."

"OK" she said matter of factly. "Bring your camera."

"That was easy." He thought. "And... I want to see you play with yourself." he said out loud.

Paula was not so sure about that one. "I'd rather you played with me." she offered. 

"I just find the thought of you masturbating very VERY exciting." He actually found the idea of any woman masturbating very exciting.

"OK... we'll see what happens." she said, not really committed to the idea. "Do I get to make requests?"

"Depends on.."

"Like fuck it does!" she interrupted, "If I do my bit you have to do yours. AND you still owe me one from that time with Rachel."

"You enjoyed that!"

"I did, but I'd never even thought about being with a girl till then, and I did it for you, no other reason."

"But you did enjoy it?"

"As it happens it wasn't the yuckiest thing that ever happened to me, but that's beside the point." Gavin had to agree that she had done him a huge favour that time.

"OK... you did a girl, dirty pictures and a wank. I guess I may owe you one.... what do you want?"

"I'll tell you tomorrow night." she smiled, mysteriously. "It's just a little fantasy of mine." Gavin looked dubious. "It's OK don't worry... you might even enjoy it."

They drove back to the office separately. Irene tutted when Paula entered the factory five minutes after Gavin, she could almost set her clock to their customary time interval.

The afternoon dragged on. An hour before leaving time, Irene popped her head around her PC and smiled at Gavin. "So have you booked the hotel for tomorrow?"

"Errr ... no.. no not yet, I thought I'd do it tonight and get a deal from those cheap late booking sites." He had hoped to be able to later claim he could not get a room at the usual hotel and so avoid any unwanted phone calls.

"How about Paula? Is she going with you?"

"Err yes.. I think so." he tried to sound nonchalant. 

"Well it's just as well I decided to go too, I just booked the last three rooms for us."

"What?" he sounded a little too panicky, which pleased Irene.

"I know how boring these things are and I've always just left it down to you, which isn't fair. I should do my bit."

"There's really no need, I don't mind really, besides who's going to look after this place?"

"Oh.. they'll manage for a couple of days, everyone knows what they're doing."

"But... but... but...." he was out of ideas.

"No need to thank me." Irene smiled. "I'm afraid two of the rooms are rather expensive, they only had adjoining top floor suites with all the trimmings, but at least Paula's room was cheap, being a single on the ground floor, no en-suite but the bathroom's just a short walk down the corridor. I was lucky to talk them into letting us have it, they don't normally let it out, something about using it as a cupboard."

Gavin's guts churned. They churned some more when he remembered how much he had paid for the Lake District hotel.

"Oh? ... that's good." He murmured and felt sick.

"So what time shall we set off? I figured meeting here about eight in the morning, that will give us a few hours in the afternoon to see some of the exhibits. Would you mind driving?"

"No... I suppose not." He was ready to cry.

"Well I think I'll get off home, get my things ready. I'm really looking forward to it, aren't you?"

"Ohhh yeah, can't wait."

"Will you tell Elaine that you're going with me and Paula?"

"Err?"

"Well given our history, she might be worried."

"I suppose." He had not thought that far ahead, he was still wondering how to tell Paula.

"Bye then." she grinned and left.

"SHIT!"

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The following morning Gavin pulled into the car park, Paula and Irene were already there. Irene in an immaculate black business suite smiled and waved, Paula in her flowery summer dress did not.

The conversation with Paula had been difficult and involved the words 'sorry' and 'make it up to you' too many times to count. The conversation with the Windermere Hotel had been a lot shorter and involved the words 'No refunds'.

Gavin stayed sullenly in the car and popped the boot, Paula lifted her small suitcase into it. then made her way to the front passenger seat. Irene pushed the boot shut without putting her large case into it. 




Fantasies Fulfilled Ch. 18



"Paula? Be a dear and put this on the back seat for me, my wrists aren't what they were."

Paula tutted and got out of the car, she had exchanged nothing but glances with Gavin. She hoisted the case into the back. When she turned around, she saw that Irene had taken the front seat. She slammed the back door hard, and moved around to the other rear door and climbed in. Irene's case was large and did not leave her much room.

Gavin tried to avoid her glare in the mirror. The first hour and a half of the journey was long and trying. Irene babbled on, Gavin grunted, Paula swapped between glaring and dozing.

Paula had cried when Gavin had broken the news that they would not be going to a romantic hideaway together. She knew it was not his fault but she had been so looking forward to it, the disappointment was just overwhelming. On returning to work yesterday, she had spent a couple of hours imagining the magical time they would have together, not worrying about having to sneak around, not falling in with other's plans, just her and her and the man she loved. She had let her imagination run riot at the thought of him watching her masturbate she even saw him taking pictures of her doing it, she found that quite a turn on. Then she had her own fantasy, which she had long thought about but never dared bring into the open, but she was determined that this was going to be the time to live it out.

She knew it was unfair to be nasty to Gavin, but her petulance had got the better of her, she could see by his face in the mirror that he was suffering. "He must be disappointed too." Her brain told her. She awoke from her musings and saw Gavin's eyes staring at her in the mirror, she relented and gave him a half smile and a wink. To be honest, there was a funny side to all this, it was one of those occasions they could look back on and laugh. Her face cracked into a grin. Gavin's relief was obvious. The mood in the car lifted.

Irene continued to babble about all manner of mundane things. Gavin interrupted her, "Coffee stop?".

"Ohh yes please." Paula said.

"I'm not sure we have time." said Irene.

Gavin indicated off the motorway and pulled into the service station. "Well you can stay with the car if you like." he said to Irene. Irene disembarked. The three of them headed to the coffee house, Irene headed to the toilet.

"Jesus! doesn't she ever shut up?" commented Paula.

"She doesn't get out much." Gavin pointed out.

"Anyway I've decided you're forgiven. Give us a kiss." Paula said cheekily. Gavin looked around furtively. "Tut! We're a hundred miles from home, nobody knows us here." Paula observed.

That was true. It made such a difference not to have to worry about being seen, to be just a normal couple. Paula parted her lips a little and Gavin leaned towards her.

"Have you ordered?" piped up Irene, returning from the loo.

"Jesus!" Paula murmured.

They ordered coffee, Irene insisted they went outside with it so that she could smoke, Paula decided to have one too, it was not often she smoked but her nerves needed it. They settled around a wooden picnic table with a parasol. It was a hot day and the sun was bright.

"So Paula, how's your husband?" enquired Irene.

"He's fine."

"I forget, how long have you been married?"

"Oh must be eighteen year or so., it's not something we think about."

"How old is your eldest?"

"Eighteen." 

"So you wasted no time, or was that why you got married? It could happen to the best of us." The inference was that Paula was not in the 'best of us' category.

"You're on your third husband aren't you?" Paula parried.

"Quite, but I managed to get a son out of it, he's at university, he's going to be a lawyer. How about yours, what are your daughters planning to do."

"Well the eldest wants to go to hair dresser college."

"Oh well, as long as they're happy."

"Hmmm." 

Round one to Irene, thought Gavin, feeling sorry for Paula as the condescension piled on her.

"Of course you have it all to come with your two little ones Gavin." Irene turned her guns on him. "You and Elaine had them late didn't you? After such a long marriage you must have been quite surprised to be a father. It's such a responsibility giving the little ones a stable home."

Gavin was not going to stand for any nonsense. "Do you think so? I find it easy."

"Well of course you have the lovely Elaine to help you, it's so much easier when you have such a strong bond."

"We manage. Paula do you need the loo before we go? I think I'll pay a visit myself." He cut the jibes dead.

"Yes, I think I'd better." Paula lied.

Gavin handed the car key to Irene and he and Paula headed back into the building. "Christ! That bloody woman! What is her problem?" Ranted Paula.

"I think she's lonely and insecure." Said Gavin showing a remarkable amount of insight for once.

"I'm not surprised she's lonely if that's how she carries on." She took a deep breath and looked over her shoulder, half expecting to see Irene following them. "Now, where's my kiss?"

Gavin held her waist and they kissed, both aware that they were middle aged people kissing in a public place. 

"You're far too understanding, she's a nasty piece of work. I hope you're not harbouring a soft spot for her, I haven't forgotten what the pair of you got up to that first day."

"I really do need the loo." He dodged. They parted and went through the allotted doors.

They continued down the motorway. In the rear view mirror Gavin and Paula exchanged glances and she pouted and blew him kisses, at one point she cupped her breasts and jiggled them for him. When her hand had slipped up her dress exposing her red satin covered crotch, Gavin had veered abruptly into the next lane, bringing her sexy teasing to an end.

Ninety minutes later, the satnav put them outside the hotel, they parked and booked in. Gavin carried Irene's large case as well as his own small one, Paula wheeled hers behind her. 

The young man behind the desk handed Gavin and Irene's keys to them, but queried Paula's room with his supervisor before handing hers over to her. 

"I'm sorry." He said. as she took it. 

"Thank you." She wasn't sure what he meant, but smiled anyway.

SIr and madam's rooms are on the top floor just to the left of the lift, and yours," he looked at Paula regretfully, "is down the service corridor at the end on the left." He pointed at a plain door beside the desk. 

"Let's go put our things in our rooms and meet back here in an hour. That will give us a few hours at the exhibition this afternoon." Suggested Irene. "You'll want to change into something smarter." She said to Paula. 

"Will I?" Asked a confused Paula, her dress was one of her favourites.

"Your representing our company, we want to make the right impression." Irene explained.

"I think she looks fine." Gavin interjected.

Paula did not appreciate 'fine', she wanted stunning, which was actually much nearer the mark.

"Stay as you are, in fact I feel a bit stuffy in this suit, I think I might change myself." He continued.

"Well you know best." said Irene, obviously believing he did not.

"Great." said Paula unenthusiastically and yanked her case towards the door.

"See you soon." Gavin called to her, she did not reply.

"Would you mind?" Irene indicated to her case. Gavin picked it up and they waited for the lift. It arrived and they pressed for the top floor. The lift was mirrored with gold trimmings. Irene and Gavin stood looking at their reflections.

"If things had gone differently a little while ago, today might have been very different." commented Irene.

"What do you mean?" Gavin was confused.

"I mean, if you and I had... You know."

"Oh? I seem to remember you and I did." They had never really talked about the weekend that they had sex. Not only had they had oral at the office but Irene had ended up with Gavin and his wife in their bed.

"Well I know, but the thing with Elaine was a bit of an accident. It was supposed to be just the two of us, our little secret."

"Well it's all water under the bridge now." He did not want to talk about it.

"Is it? Can you really forget what we had? What we meant to each other?"

"She's barking mad!" he thought to himself. "I'm not sure we had all that much Irene, it was a moment of madness for both of us."

"You keep telling yourself that, if it helps, but we both know the real truth." She smiled, and squeezed his arm reassuringly.

"Mad as a bag of monkeys!" his brain concluded.

The lift stopped and they opened their respective doors and entered the rooms. Gavin looked about his suit. It was a cut above what he usually had at this hotel, a bedroom with king size bed liberally scattered with cushions, lots of classy storage, flat screen TV on the wall, a luxurious sitting room, and bathroom complete with walk in shower, corner whirlpool bath, bidet and enough towels to carpet his house. "Paula would like this he thought." then felt guilty again.

He checked the door was locked then opened his case and retrieved a pair of buff canvas trousers, he removed his suit trousers and hung his jacket on a hanger in the built-in wardrobe. He was tugging at his tie when a familiar voice behind him said "Do you like?" Gavin jumped and tripped over the edge of the bed, sliding to the floor. 

Irene giggled. "Did I scare you? Sorry." She obviously was not.

"What? How?..."

"Adjoining rooms Gavin." She said thinking that was explanation enough. "We can come and go as we please and no one will ever know."

"I ... ". He suddenly became aware that his right testicle was uncomfortably hanging outside his briefs. He grabbed his trousers from the bed and covered his crotch.

"Nothing I haven't seen before." she said knowingly, "or felt I seem to remember. Oh... what a day that was, that day that we gave in to our feelings."

"I seem to remember an element of blackmail on your part."

"Oh, that was just silliness. After all you couldn't really have had any real feelings for Paula, could you?"

"Leave Paula out of this."

"I fully intend to." She gave one of her creepy knowing smiles.

"Would you mind?... I want to get dressed." He indicated that she should leave the room. She did not take the hint. "Sod it!" he thought and stood up testicle and all. He started putting his trousers on. 

"You have good legs." Irene commented, "There are girls that would kill for legs like that. Gavin indignantly turned his back on her, forgetting legs have a back as well. "And your bum is to die for. Pert and firm."

Gavin pulled his trousers up and fastened them. "Jesus Irene, I don't know what you're up to, but it has to stop."

Irene looked a little hurt, "I don't know what you mean. It's not like we're strangers. I want you to know, that if you would like to get properly reacquainted, I am more than willing." There she had said it, she felt better for that.

Gavin shook his head. "Can't happen, should never have happened."

"I seem to remember we had some unfinished business, promises were made."

"What bloody promises? What business?"

"You wanted to take my ... virginity.... back there." She indicated behind her.

Virginity and a mid fifties wrinkly woman did not really go together in his mind, anal or not. He suppressed the guffaw which translated into an exaggerated cough.

"Gavin, just think about it. You know what's on offer and you sampled how good we could be, wouldn't you like to experience the full thing? Here tonight?" She looked at him earnestly. I'm not looking to break up your home...just a bit of regular fun, no strings attached, simple sex." that was a lie.

This was Irene's idea of revenge on Elaine for what she did with her son, Robbie. 

Gavin looked at his shoes and shook his head in disbelief at the twists and turns his life kept taking of late. What Irene was offering was very tempting; so tempting that he had made the same deal with Paula. But he was looking to simplify his life and this was not the way. His cock was not in full agreement, it was remembering it's time inside this woman's cunt, it wanted to do that again, it wanted to pierce her bum, it wanted another of her fantastic blow jobs.

Gavin's brain was aware that his trousers were taking over, "I'm having an affair with Paula!" he blurted.

"And?" Irene calmly asked.

"And what? Don't you see that changes everything?"

"Everyone at work knows you and Paula are having an affair, it's hardly news."

"What?" He was shocked by that statement, he thought they had been so clever and careful.

"Gavin, I saw her giving you a blow job. I didn't suppose that was part of her health and safety training, but the very next day you made love to me. Of course you're sleeping with her, but that needn't stop you and I...".

Irene looked at her watch, "Let's leave it at that for now. Think about what I said," Irene struck a pose arms back, chest out, she ran her hands down her sides and smoothed her skirt, "I know you'd like what I have on under this suit, anyway, we can talk over dinner." She returned to her own room to get her handbag.

Gavin shook his head, he marvelled at her thick skinned determination. His brain was unable to cope with the situation, even his cock was in two minds about this one. He finished getting dressed. The phone in the sitting room buzzed, it was Paula.

"My 'room' is a store cupboard." she complained. 

"I'm sorry darling. But with any luck you won't be sleeping in it tonight."

"Hmmmph! When are you coming down?"

"Soon, Irene has just been very strange."

"When is she not? Why does she hate me so much?"

"I think she's jealous of you."

"Jealous of me?!! Why?"

"I'll tell you later, see you soon."

"OK, I'm going to the lobby, at least there's room to sit there."

Gavin went to the connecting door between his and Irene's room, he knocked gently.

"Come in. You don't have to knock."

Irene was sat at a dresser applying makeup. She was actually doing a pretty good job of covering her many wrinkles. 

"I just spoke to Paula, she's not happy about her room. I was thinking, since the cat's out of the bag, I'm going to ask her to sleep here tonight... with me."

"How cosy." She replied sarcastically.

"Irene... You're not going to cause trouble for me are you?"

"Me?... Noooo. Why would I do that?"

"Well you and Elaine did get quite close, I thought maybe..." He stopped, not wanting to put ideas into her head.

"I have no feelings of loyalty to your wife." She emphasised the 'no'. "Neither do you... it would seem."

"OK. Thank you, I just wanted to be sure. Can I ask you to lighten up on Paula a little bit, she's not a bad person, I'm sure you'd like her if you just gave her a chance. She has nothing but good things to say about you." He tried to keep a straight face with the last part.

Irene knew that this was the moment to relent a little, but old habits died hard.

"I just don't see what you see in her." Irene knew full well what he saw in her, Paula was a disgustingly attractive woman, liked by all. More or less her opposite. "And she adds nothing to the business."

"She knows the business inside out, she's just not that interested, I did think we might give her more responsibility." He responded. He was half thinking that a promotion might soften the blow when he eventually plucked up courage to finish their sexual arrangement.

"I don't think that would be a good idea."

"Well think about it. We better go down and meet her."

The lift doors opened and they stepped out. Paula was sat at a coffee table, she was chatting to a smartly dressed man, laughing and touching his arm. Gavin was not pleased, Irene simply thought "Typical!" They approached the table as the man was taking his leave by shaking Paula's hand, she had a piece of paper in her hand. 

"Thanks again Charles." Paula said to him.

"And just who was that?" enquired Gavin with an edge of suspicion.

"Oh just someone I met while I was waiting." she said cheerfully.

Gavin nodded at the paper in her hand. "Phone number?"

"Noooo silly! It's an order. He owns this place." She handed the paper to Gavin who scanned it and handed it to Irene.

"Doesn't add anything?" he said.

Irene read the order. "It's only for his Birmingham hotels, Charles said if we do a good job we can have an order for his others. He has loads of them, all over the country, some in Europe even."

Irene stared at the paper open mouthed.

"Twenty grand, that's the biggest order of the year isn't it Irene?" Gavin asked. He leaned down and kissed Paula, a big wet kiss on the lips. "Well done you."

Paula did not see what all the fuss was about, but his kiss in front of Irene worried her. She glanced at Irene who continued to scrutinise the paper, checking the prices, which were actually at a very profitable rate.

"Irene?" Gavin said, touching her sleeve, "She's done very well hasn't she?" 

"Yes... yes she has. Very well." Irene looked at Paula as if seeing her for the first time, her face struggled to crack a smile, eventually succeeding in conveying happiness.

"No big deal, we just got chatting. It is only for the seven hotels in Birmingham, but he reckons he has more than eighty all together, he must be very rich."

"Eighty?" Irene exclaimed, her inbuilt calculator hammering out the numbers, "That would be almost a quarter of a million."

"Is that good?" Paula was pretty sure it was.

"It's fucking brilliant babe!" said Gavin "I could kiss you."

"You just did." Paula joked.

"So could I." Irene said, still in shock.

Gavin and Paula exchanged glances and burst out laughing at that ridiculous thought.

They sat and had a celebratory coffee, excitedly chatting about how they would have to reorganise things at the factory to get the work done. Irene included Paula in their talk, enthusing over her suggestions.

"We better go, or we won't have time to see anything." Suggested Gavin.

In the car park, Paula was surprised when Irene offered her the front seat, but in the spirit of their new cordiality, she insisted that she would be fine in the back.

The exhibition was huge, it was as well they had all of tomorrow to get around it. They wandered up and down the aisles stopping every now and then to look, or pick up leaflets. Gavin and Irene, became embroiled in a conversation with one of their existing suppliers. 

"I'll be over there..." said Paula pointing to a refreshment area.

Gavin half acknowledged her. Fifteen minutes later they concluded their chat having negotiated an additional two percent discount. "It's been a good day." Gavin noted. 

"Where's Paula?" said Irene, suddenly wanting to tell her newly respected colleague the good news. They both scanned around, Irene finally spotted her sat at a table chatting to a middle aged man. They headed for the table and Paula introduced them.

"This is Eddie, he's in our business." They all exchanged nods and handshakes. "Eddie has a problem," Paula continued, "he needs more capacity so he's in the market for equipment." Irene and Gavin gestured 'been there ... done that'. "I suggested that maybe he'd be better off subcontracting his excess workload... to us. I gave him a rough idea of figures, it's around fifty thousand a year but I told him Irene's the one to speak to, she the whizz with numbers."

Irene and Gavin exchanged glances, their eyes lit by cartoon pound signs.

"I'm sure Irene will be able to do you a good deal." gushed Gavin. "Irene why don't you go through some numbers with Eddie, I'll take Paula and get a proper drink, in that bar over there." He pointed.

Irene grasped Paula's arm and squeezed, "You've done very well." she whispered into her ear. Paula smiled and blushed a little, she much preferred this Irene to the nasty bitch she drove down here with.




Fantasies Fulfilled Ch. 18



Paula sipped the wine that Gavin had presented her with. "Jesus Paula, you've done brilliantly." 

"It's nothing, I just got chatting." She snuggled into his shoulder. "It's a bit weird having Irene actually be nice to me."

"She's not a bad person, I told you she's jealous of you."

"Jealous why?"

"Well me for one thing."

"Oh that!"

"And your looks, and the fact that you have a husband and two children and the way you get on with everyone."

"Well I can't help those things."

"It all comes easily to you, and she struggles like hell to even smile at someone, she's very insecure, I don't think she has any friends and I'm guessing zero sex life. She even came onto me earlier."

"What? The bitch."

"Apparently everyone at work knows about us." he added.

"Well I'm not surprised about that, we haven't been all that discrete."

"Well look, while she's in a good mood with you, maybe we shouldn't rock the boat too much. I did tell her you'd be sleeping in my room tonight."

"Ooo a whole night in the big room." she teased, and kissed him on the cheek, "Did you bring your camera?"

"No. with all the swapping of plans I kind of forgot."

"Shame, I was looking forward to spreading for you."

Gavin gulped, "You were?"

"Oh yes." she whispered, "I still am, you'll just have to use your memory instead. Can we get away for the evening? Just the two of us I mean."

Irene arrived before he could answer. "Well that was good, another fifty two thousand spread over the next twelve months." She turned her attention to Paula, "How's our star performer? Is he looking after you?" She was all smiles.

"Yes, I'm fine thanks Irene." answered Paula, managing to return her smile.

"We should celebrate, let's go back to the hotel and get a table." Irene gushed.

"Well actually Irene, we were planning..." Gavin was interrupted by Paula kicking him under the table.

"That will be lovely Irene." Paula could see how excited Irene was and she did not have the heart to spoil her moment and leave her alone all evening. Gavin looked at her nonplussed.

Back at the hotel, Gavin and Paula retrieved her things from her 'room', and moved them to his suite. The size of which impressed Paula. The wide open connecting door to Irene's room was a surprise to her. They all agreed to change for dinner. Gavin was disappointed when Irene invited Paula to change in her room so that they could help each other. Paula did not cherish the thought changing with Irene watching but did not feel she could refuse.

For herself, Irene had decided to change tack completely. She realised that she stood no chance of swaying Gavin away from Paula, in fact she now understood exactly what he saw in her. When Irene stripped away her irrational prejudice about her rival, she had to admit she was genuinely a nice person, and given that person had just gained almost three hundred grand for her company inside an hour, Paula acquired a whole new respect from Irene. Nevertheless Irene was still intent on bedding Elaine's husband, whatever it took.

"What do you think of this one?" Irene held a black dress against her body.

"It's lovely."

"Or how about this?" Irene swapped the black for a similar crimson dress.

"Oh that's nice, You'll be fighting the guys off in that." Paula grinned.

"Crimson it is then. You don't mind if I put it on here?" It was more a statement than a question. Irene started undoing the buttons on her blouse. Paula turned her back and removed her knickers from under her dress. Grabbing a fresh white lacy pair from her open case. She reached behind her to unzip her dress. 

"Need a hand?" 

"Please." She stretched her neck forward and lifted her short blonde hair out of the way. Irene eased the zipper slowly down Paula's slender back. She grasped the front of her dress to prevent it falling away. Turning to get her little black number from her case she caught a glimpse of Irene. Her boss stood there in full black lingerie, stockings, suspenders, tiny knickers and low cut bra, she looked full on sexy. Paula could not help but stare in admiration.

"Irene!", She was truly shocked, "You're not taking any prisoners, are you?"

"Do you like it?", Irene beamed, she was very happy that her appearance had extracted such a response from her 'rival'. "I'll let you into a secret, I wear this sort of stuff all the time at work. It gives me confidence."

"I can understand why Gav went for you." It was a throw away comment she did not put any thought into.

"Ahh, he told you about that?"

"Well... yes, sorry." Paula realised she had let a secret slip.

"Hmmm. maybe it's me that should be apologising, I didn't realise how serious it was between the pair of you." She paused. "But let's face it I've been such a bitch towards you, it probably wouldn't have made a lot of difference."

"Awww, it's Ok." Paula closed the gap and hugged her boss.

In the next room, Gavin turned off his razor and felt his newly smoothed chin. He could not be bothered changing. He walked through the connecting door, "Am I OK to go like..." He stopped in his tracks at the sight of Paula hugging a porn star. They released their arms from one another and faced him. "Fucking hell!" he muttered. As beautiful as Paula was his eyes could not tear themselves from Irene. Paula, not to be outdone slipped her dress off her shoulders, to reveal her silky white bra and knickers. 

"What do you think? Will we do?" she joked. Gavin's eyes repeatedly flicked from one to the other.

"Fucking hell!" he repeated. The women giggled with each other.

"Ten minutes," Paula told him, "and no you can't go like that, put your suit on. We're worth it don't you think." She put her arm around Irene's shoulders, and they struck a pouty pose. Gavin had great difficulty moving, until Paula pushed him out and closed the door.

They sat on the veranda of the hotel, the second bottle of champagne drained. A waiter motioned to them that their table was ready and the happy trio moved inside. The room was softly lit, with candles on the tables, it was too early for the small dance floor in the centre of the room to have any takers. They discussed the menu and made their choices, both woman appreciating Gavin calling the waiter and placing their order. They chatted merrily about nothing of any importance. It was a very relaxing meal. Having dropped the need to criticise every thing that Paula had to say, Irene found that she genuinely liked her, but that did not put an end to Irene's desire to have Gavin, she knew there was more than one way to skin a cat.

Before desert Paula persuaded Gavin to dance with her. Gavin was and always had been an awful dancer, but it was a soft slow beat and they clung to each other, he nibbled her neck and held her tight. Irene all the while trying to make it obvious that she was feeling left out.

After desert Paula insisted that Gavin dance with Irene. He did. They danced not quite so close and there was no neck nibbling but Irene made sure to grind her mound against his rather obvious bulge and to brush his chest with hers. Irene whispered how she wished it was her sharing his bed that night. Gavin told her to behave herself. Paula smiling all the while, looked on intently.

They ordered coffee and adjourned back to the veranda. It was a warm evening, but a slight breeze made Irene shiver, Gavin offered her his jacket to wrap around her shoulders. Both women were impressed. Irene offered Paula a cigarette which was accepted. Gavin decided a perfect evening would be made even better by a cigar and some brandies which he asked a waiter to fetch.

Irene sipped her brandy and looked at her watch, it was eleven o'clock. "It's still quite early." She was sorry the meal was over, she had enjoyed the evening tremendously, they all had.

"We could go to a club." suggested Gavin, hoping they would not want to.

"I'm quite tired." Paula lied and winked at Gavin.

Irene knew she was an unnecessary third wheel, but she was not giving up just yet. "We could get a bottle and take it to the rooms." The other two could not think of a reason to object.

"Sound's like a plan." said Gavin and drained his brandy glass. He wanted to get Paula upstairs. He stubbed out the remaining half of his cigar. They all stood, Paula stumbled sideways and grabbed his arm, she laughed loudly. 

"I'm a bit tipsy." she announced.

"I think we've all had quite a lot." added Irene.

Gavin went to the bar and collected a bottle of red wine, which the barman opened, and three glasses. He signed for it and joined the women at the lift.

Back at the rooms they used Gavin's door. Paula and Irene sat either end of the couch.

"Put some music on." Paula instructed, Gavin obeyed, finding a soft light jazz radio station. He laid out the three glasses on the coffee table in front of the couch and filled them. Then tugged his tie loose and removed his jacket throwing it over the back of a chair. 

Paula and Irene both patted the seat between them and he heavily took the place.

"Well it's been quite a day." he observed.

"It certainly has." agreed Irene.

"Yep." Paula added.

"I'm glad you two have buried the hatchet." He said.

"Me too." The women replied in unison.

Paula stretched her arm behind Gavin and Irene took it, squeezing the slender fingers. Gavin leaned forward and took his glass and held it up.

"To new friends." he proposed.

The women took their glasses, "To new friends." they agreed, the three clinked glasses and took a drink. Then sat back. Gavin and Paula held hands, and exchanged looks, she gave his cheek a lingering kiss. Irene pretended not to notice. She decided to break their mood a little by proposing another toast. 

"To Paula, super sales woman... and sickeningly gorgeous." Paula looked embarrassed.

Gavin responded "To Paula,... Heart achingly beautiful." He looked straight into her eyes, which actually moistened up a little.

"Who wants to dance?" piped up Irene and stood. Gavin would never volunteer. 

"I do!" Paula announce loudly. She got to her feet with the aid of her hand on Gavin's knee. Gavin raised his hand in consent, not that any was needed.

The women found a spot beyond the coffee table. Paula bowed, "Irene, may I have the pleasure?"

Irene looked at Gavin, "I'm sure you'll be having plenty of that." she smirked.

Irene and Paula placed a hand on each other's hips and held the other out, and began to shuffle in time to the music. Paula was a good six inches taller than Irene, who began to giggle.

"What's wrong?" asked Paula. 

"I'm almost resting my chin on your tits." Irene laughed.

"Well if your tired you can rest your head." Irene surprised her by nestling her head against her shoulder so that her chin actually did rest on her tits. Paula gently patted Irene's hair "There... there." she said comfortingly. Irene hugged her closer, both women enjoying the feminine safety of the others soft warm body. The song finished and broke the spell. 

"I need to sit down." Paula announced, she was feeling a little dizzy. She took her seat next to Gavin. 

Irene turned to Gavin, "Hey partner? How about it?"

"It's getting late." was all he could come up with.

"Oh don't be such a whimp. How about a game then." Irene did not want to leave just yet.

"A game of what?" Paula liked games.

"I spy?" suggested Gavin.

"Boring."

"There are some cards by the radio." suggested Paula.

"Oh I know how this one goes..." Irene said.

"What do you mean?" Gavin asked.

"I've read enough dirty stories on-line to know we play strip poker and he ends up having his wicked way with us both." Giggled Irene.

"Ah... well maybe not then, although I was thinking more along the lines of whist." He replied.

"Hmmm... chicken." taunted Irene.

"Does anyone actually play strip poker, I mean really. I know I never have." Paula enquired. "How about you Irene? Have you ever played?"

"Nooo. Of course not. I don't know how to play any sort of poker."

"Me neither... Gavin's good at poker, aren't you babe?" Paula snuggled up to him.

"So what can you two play?" asked Gavin, opening the pack of cards that Irene handed to him.

"You could teach us!" suggested Paula.

"Poker?" he said.

"Strip poker!... I want to play strip poker." Paula was drunk.

Gavin looked at Irene. "I'm game." she said.

"You'll both regret it in the morning." he admonished.

"Not if we beat you." laughed Paula.

"Well if you're sure." Gavin's heart was beating faster. "Look you're both too pissed to learn proper poker. How about we play Cyclops?"

"What's that?"

"Irene sit in that chair opposite." Gavin shuffled along the sofa away from Paula. "We each get a card, you don't look at it, then you hold it on your forehead so the others can see what it is. Then you bet on whether you think you can win."

"I don't get it." said Paula.

"It's easy". Gavin reached across and grabbed his jacket, he started putting it on.

"Hey.. not fair."

"I'm cold." he lied, but let go when Paula tugged it away from him.

"OK.. here we go." He shuffled the cards impressively and dealt one card each. "Now.. don't look at it but hold it against your forehead... like this." He pressed the king of diamonds against his forehead with his index finger.

He waited for the women to do the same. Irene lifted her seven of clubs and Paula dropped her ace of diamonds on the floor. "Tut! That doesn't count. Here have another. Paula took the card and revealed the four of spades.

"Now what?" asked Irene.

"Now you decide whether you think your card is likely to beat the other two and bet on it."

"Bet how?" 

"I suppose you say how many items of clothing you're prepared to risk." Gavin was making it up as he went along. "I think we have to say at least one, no dropping out."

Paula, looked at Gavin's king and Paula's seven she figured she wasn't going to win. "One" she announced.

Gavin figured he had Paula beaten but Irene's was a middle card so he played safe, "One" he said.

Irene knew he would have her beaten but because he had only bet one she thought she must have a good card, "Two." she said.

"Now what?" asked Paula.

"Now you decide if you're prepared to go to two or drop out at one."

"I'm out." she announced.

Gavin figured he had a low card, "I'm out too." 

"What does that mean?" Paula asked.

"It means I win!", exclaimed Irene, giggling as Gavin looked at his king.

"You Bugger! Ok babe now you and I each take one thing off."

"Are shoes two things.?"

"Too bloody right they are." Gavin said kicking one across the room, Paula's followed.

He dealt again, feeling quite put out that he had been bluffed by Irene. Looking at the pair of fives across from him filled him with justified confidence. "Four!" 

"Four? Crikey." said Paula, she thought for a moment, "OK, four."

"Four." said Irene quickly and firmly.

Gavin laughed at how silly they were and revealed his two. "Shit!" he exclaimed.

"You take off four bits? right?" asked Paula.

"Yes." He said tersely. His shoe, both socks, and tie joined his other shoe on the floor. 

"I like this game." said Paula, clapping her hands in glee. Irene simply wore a look of amusement.

He dealt again. "It's Irene to start." said Gavin.

"Three"

"Three" agreed Paula.

Gavin totted up his remain clothes, shirt, trousers, briefs. "One". he said resignedly. 

Paula's queen beat Irene's jack. Gavin threw his ace on the table and swore.

"So I take off three and you lose one? Right?" confirmed Irene.

Gavin unbuttoned his shirt. "Yes."

Irene kicked off her shoes, then raised her leg and ran her hands up her thigh to unclip her stocking, which she slowly rolled down her leg. Paula and Gavin both watched intently.

Fifteen minutes later, following a brave rearguard action, Gavin sat in only his briefs, Irene had lost another stocking and her suspender belt, Paula was down a shoe, a pair of tights and she had elected to remove her knickers from under her dress.

"You have to win this one Gav." Paula giggled. He didn't. He slid the black briefs from under him without getting up, he sported a respectable semi which he covered with his hands. "Oooh, are you shy babe?" Paula teased him. Irene continued to look on in amusement. "So we win?"

"Yes, although you could carry on until one of you is the outright winner." he explained.

"It wouldn't be as good with just two of us. What do you think Irene?"

"He could bet something else."

"Like what?" Gavin asked suspiciously.

"Kisses." Piped in Paula.

"What if I win?" Asked Irene.

"It's only a kiss, and let's face it, it wouldn't be the first time." 

Irene smiled coyly, "OK."

"Do I get a say?" he butted in.

"No. Deal the cards."

Gavin's cock did not care whether he won or lost, he would either get to snog a sexy woman or see a one naked, better yet it might be both. It grew to full length.

Paula lost one. She sneakily undid her bra and after a struggle with her arms she managed to pull it out of her dress, remaining fully covered. "Well that's not bloody fair." Gavin complained.

"Yes it is... deal. I'm down to one, just so you all know." Confessed Paula, adjusting her dress.

"Two" Gavin announced confidently.

"Two" Irene agreed.

"Sounds about right... Two." Paula turned her card to see an eight. Gavin's eight matched it, Irene's three brought cheers from the couch. Irene stood considered following Paula's lead by removing her underwear from beneath her dress. 

"Off... off...off." The couple on the couch called.

Irene took a hold of the hem of her dress and hoisted over and off her head, standing in just bra and knickers. 

"Phwooaar" giggled Paula. But then fell silent as she realised her boss was about to reveal her tits to them. Irene popped the clip and shuffled the bra down her arms. She stuck her tits out in an exaggerated pose then bowed and sat back down in just her knickers. Gavin's eyes were on stalks reacquainting themselves with his partners tits. Paula was impressed, she thought they were lovely, amazingly pert for their age and a perfect size and shape. Paula was not particularly proud of her own pear shaped boobs.

"Deal... Gavin! ... Gavin... deal the cards." Paula nudged him out of his trance like stare. It felt very strange to be sat next to her lover with a raging hard on while he stared at her bosses tits. Strange, but tingling and exciting, she was feeling a familiar moistness between her crossed legs.

"You're both down to one." 

"Seven" said Gavin.

"Seven? You can't do seven."

"Tut. OK two. so that's clothes and a kiss if I win."

"Two" Irene offered.

"One" grumbled Paula dropping her five on the table.

Irene dropped her eight and Gavin smiled when he saw his own ten.

"Take it off babe," he beamed at Paula. Paula stood and turned her back on them, she shuffled the dress down revealing her long slender back followed by the perfection of her bum, the dress fell away and she turned covering her breasts with one arm and her mound with the other. Subjecting herself to her lovers gaze and this strange semi-nude woman, she felt embarrassed but aroused.

"Come on partner, your turn." Gavin said cheerfully, he was loving this, and his anticipation levels were at a new high, knowing she would have to kiss him as well. He was wondering just what sort of kiss it would be, when Irene rose to her feet, exhaled a sharp breath and looking at Paula, hooked her fingers in her knickers and quickly pulled them down. She stood straight up and kicked them off of her legs, to stand defiantly, legs slightly apart, displaying her thick black bush to all the world.

Paula was fascinated to have the opportunity to examine another woman's body. She had to admit that Irene had a very good body, hardly any stretch marks, she could tell her skin was losing a little elasticity but it suited her. Paula was impressed. 




Fantasies Fulfilled Ch. 18



"Can I have my kiss now?" Gavin reminded Irene. Irene looked to Paula for permission which was given in the form of a slow blink of her eyes, Irene crossed the room and stood in front of Gavin. Her hairy gash was at eye level, and Gavin was in no rush to move. He was sure it was neater than his last encounter but it was still very thick. Irene bent down and kissed his lips, it lasted no more than three seconds. Paula looked on as Irene's tits hung down, Paula thought they looked very sexy like that, she wondered what they might feel like.

"So who won?" asked Gavin as Irene retreated to her seat and Paula leaned over to retrieve her dress.

"Let's call it a draw." Paula suggested.

"Ohhh that's such a girlie cop out."

"One last hand for champion of the universe." demanded Gavin.

"Really?" Paula wanted to get covered up.

"Just take the card." Gavin dealt one last hand.

"Well play it properly, no silly bets." Paula warned him.

"Ten" Gavin laughed as Paula punched his arm.

"We'll call his a two just like mine... two" Paula said

"Two" Irene offered.

They revealed their cards and discovered that Paula was the champion of the universe. Gavin leaned over and kissed her twice, the second time he briefly slipped his tongue passed her lips. Paula leaned over to retrieve her dress. "It's bed time." she announced. Then she noticed a very naked Irene standing before her. 

"I always pay my debts." Irene said, and leaned down and kissed Paula softly on the lips lingering for a few seconds. Paula felt a strange tingle, an unexpected flutter in her chest. Irene pulled away a few inches. Paula could see Irene's tits dangling, her nipples were hard and protruding. Irene leaned back in to pay her debt in full, Paula parted her lips a little and they kissed again, this time Paula pressed back, her tongue exploring Irene's lips. Paula whimpered a little and suddenly she was fondling Irene's breast, feeling it, squeezing it, rubbing the solid little nipple, feeling it's weight as it hung down. Irene's tongue inched it's way into her mouth and danced with Paula's.

Gavin looked on in amazement, he squeezed his prick, hardly daring to breath in case he broke the moment. Irene raised her hand to feel Paula's heaving breast. Their lip lock became closer, their mouths wider, trying to delve as deeply as possible into one another's mouth. They squeezed and rubbed each other's tits. Both began to emit little moans and whimpers and grunts.

Gavin wanted in on this. He didn't want this to end in an embarrassed apology, he wanted to fuck them both, he wanted them to eat each other, he wanted ... everything. He slipped off the couch and knelt behind Irene, staring at her quivering pert bum and the dark mass of curly hair protruding around her pussy. He could smell her arousal, he gently ran his finger down her bum crack, over her anus and pressed at her opening. Irene changed her stance a little, opening her legs wider, he pushed his finger into her wet vagina, slowly he eased it back then pushed it in again. Irene moaned loudly into Paula's mouth and pushed back against his intruding finger. Gavin withdrew it, and replaced it with his face, licking at the tangle of hairy soft dark labia and the slippery pink gash that they guarded. He inhaled her strong aroma, his cock was rigid. Irene continued to push back against him, all the while her hands squeezed and kneaded Paula's heavy breasts.

It was Paula who broke for air first. Her brain and heart racing. "Jesus, what was going on? This is crazy" her brain told her. She looked beside her for Gavin, then realised that he was on his knees behind Irene, she could see his hands holding her hips, Irene stayed bent over her, her eyes closed as the fabulous feeling of Gavin's tongue lapping at her cunt swept up through her. The women still had a hold of each others tits. "What the fuck." her brain said. Paula leaned forward and sucked in a nipple. Irene's hand pulled her head closer to her tits.

"Ahhhh, fuck Fuck FUCK!" Irene was on the edge of coming. Paula let go of Irene's tit and slipped it between her legs, it was her first feel of another woman's cunt. She had not felt Rachel in this way. Gavin felt Paula's fingers and moved his attention to Irene's anus, it smelled, but he did not care, he lapped at it. Paula slipped her long middle finger into the familiar feeling wetness and rubbed the front wall. Irene's legs trembled and shook as she came, her cunt went into spasm and ejected a small jet of hot liquid down the back of Paula's hand. It surprised Paula, who was not sure what had just happened. Irene collapsed to the floor, shaking, unable to control her jerking body. Gavin made to rub her hairy clitoris but Irene pushed him away, she was far too sensitive. 

Gavin and Paula exchanged looks of lust, but it was lust for Irene. They wanted to use her, abuse her, fuck her, make her a quivering orgasmic mass. Paula was the first to move as Irene lay panting on the floor. She lowered her cunt over Irene's face and grabbed her tits, squeezing them hard. Gavin knelt between Irene's spread legs and lifted them onto his shoulders, he rubbed his cock head between her labia, spreading them and thrust forward, forcing the breath from her. While his lover smeared her bare cunt on his partners face he hammered his cock into her molten hot depths. Irene's wails of delirium were muffled by Paula's slippery cunt lips. Paula moved one hand to rapidly agitate Irene's hair covered clitoris. Irene writhed under them. 

Gavin felt the familiar bubbling of his come, he pulled out, desperate to hold off, he squeezed the base and succeeded. With him out of the hairy grasping cunt Paula flopped forward and took her first smell and taste of another woman. Irene smelled pissy and sweaty and metallic and totally fucking sexy. Paula lapped at the hard clitoris, so engorged it's tiny dark pink pearl head protruded. She sucked it between her lips. Irene screamed, very loudly. Meanwhile Gavin had positioned himself behind Paula and rammed his cock into her, within seconds he was ready to shoot and he did, pulling out and spraying the bare pink open cunt and Irene's face with sticky white globs of jizz. Paula's pushed her fingers into Irene's tight tunnel and frigged her. Irene's cunt gushed. Irene spewed forth a river of ejaculate across the room and carpet, at the same time she bucked so hard as to throw Paula off of her shaking body, Paula crashed into the small table sending glasses and cards flying.

Gavin stood up on shaky legs, his knees were sore. The room looked like a murder scene, red wine supplying the blood stained carpet, Irene the twitching victim. Paula rolled clear of the debris and joined him. Irene continued to twitch and whimper. 

"Fucking hell!" they mouthed to each other, they clenched together, embracing one another tightly, they kissed deeply swapping cunt flavoured saliva. 

"Jesus Christ!" Irene muttered, she was finally regaining some control. "What just happened?" Paula and Gavin helped her to her feet and guided her to the bed. Irene's legs still had a mind of their own. 

"Things got a little crazy." Gavin suggested. "Are you OK?"

"OK?... I'm .. I'm not sure, I think so. My God I've never experienced anything like that before. It just went on and on and on."

Paula brought a tissue and dabbed at her Irene's face, it still had Gavin's spunk on it. "I think maybe you better just get into bed and sleep. We'll clean up tomorrow. Gav and me will sleep in the other room."

"Yes.. sleep.. good ..." Irene managed. Paula pulled the duvet over her and they went to his room.

"Bloody hell Gav. that was... what was that?"

"Intense?"

"Not half." she snorted.

"I wouldn't have believed it if I hadn't witnessed it. You and her I mean, what odds would you have got for that this morning?" he joked.

"I don't do girls, I don't know what came over me?"

"SHE came over you; by the bucket load." he sniggered.

"But it's Irene for God's sake. How will that change things?"

"It'll be OK. You didn't seem to mind." 

"Do I smell like that? You know... down there." Paula looked worried.

"No, She's a one off. It's sexy though, don't you think?"

"Obviously I must." concluded Paula.

"We better get some sleep ourselves."

"Gav?"

"What?"

"I didn't actually come yet. I sort of forgot to, but now I'm as horny as fuck."

"I'm not sure I can manage it again." he said forlornly.

"Well you did say you'd quite like to see me.... you know.", she rubbed her fingers between her legs.

"Oh Fuck ... yes please."

Paula climbed on the bed and lay on her back. "Pity you forgot your camera." Paula lifted her leg splitting open her wet cunt lips, her vagina gaped open.

"Jesus. You are gorgeous."

"Sshhh, I need to concentrate." Paula lay back and began to rub her cunt, her other hand fondled a nipple. Gavin sat quietly at the end of the bed and watched intently. Paula continued for several minutes, her rapidly moving fingers making squelching sounds as her cunt juice flowed. He fondled his own genitals which showed slight signs of life. Paula's breathing became louder and more erratic. 

"I'm close...." she hissed, she waved her arm looking for him, he moved to lay next to her and cradled her head on his lap, she grasped his hand tightly, while her other rubbed furiously at her clit. Gavin used his free hand to fondle her tits. Paula began to grunt, and writhe, Gavin squeezed her tit hard and she raised her hips, "Yeeeees... yeees ooooh yesss.. Paula flopped down panting, smiling and giggling "Phew, that's better. How was that? Did you like seeing me?"

"I love you." He did not mean to say it, but he did mean it.

"Oh Gav!, I love you too." She hugged him.

"Bugger! You shouldn't have said that." His brain told him.

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Fantasies Fulfilled Ch. 3



After I moved to Florida my life was very hectic, what with trying to get established in a new town, learn my way around, etc. Most of my time was spent at work trying to out-class the local talent and establish a reputation. Needless to say, my social life suffered. the only bright spots were a couple of VERY sexy letters from Linda describing how much she missed me and what she had in mind when we got together again. I'd also written Julie a couple of letters, but hadn't heard back from her. I finally got a break after two months. my bosses were going to a conference for a long weekend, so they closed up shop for 5 days.

I couldn't sleep the night before I was to leave, what with Linda's letters on my mind and her plans for us, so about 4 am I hopped in my car and headed out. Not much traffic then, so I made great time. I got to Linda's apartment early, and figured I'd just hang out until she got home. I was leaning against my car having a smoke and a beer, daydreaming about the coming night's activities, when a car pulled up right in front of me and honked their horn. The next thing I know, Julie jumps out, runs up and wraps her arms around me, almost knocking me over.

"Damn, I've missed you!" she said between kisses. "I thought if I didn't write I'd get over you, but then I saw you standing here and I realized I'm not over you and I know you're probably mad but I want to make it up to you," she gushed in one breath, then paused, waiting for my reaction.

"What did you have in mind?" I asked, trying to figure out how to handle her sudden appearance.

"Anything you want, and I mean anything." To back up her words, she laid a passionate kiss on me, practically sucking my tongue down her throat.

What the hell, I slid my hand up under her blouse and fondled her breast, tweaking her nipple until it got hard.

"Got some place we can go?"

"Damn it! I came by to pick up Suzy and go out for a girls-only happy hour, and she'll be here in a minute. Now I'm all hot and bothered and I want to fuck you so bad... Can you come over later, maybe 8:30?"

When she said that, ideas started forming in my head. "OK, but I'm gonna hold you to your promise about anything goes," I said.

"What do you have in mind," she asked hesitantly.

"Nothing but total pleasure. Just be lying on your bed naked at 8:30, lotsa candles, and leave the door unlocked for me." Before she could protest, I kissed her again, sliding my hand up her skirt and across her mound. I couldn't help noticing her panties were already wet.

"You better be there," she whispered.

"I will be, and I promise it will be a night to remember." I gave her mound one more caress, then told her to go meet Suzy so she could get happy hour over with and get ready. I hopped in my car and drove off, then killed about 10 minutes so she and Suzy could leave, wondering how to broach the idea of a threesome to Linda. I pulled back into the parking lot to wait for Linda.

Just after I pulled in, Linda pulled up beside me. "I took off early to meet you--looks like you did to," she said as she came over to me.

"What can I say, after those letters I had to get back," I laughed.

"Grab you bags and come in, and I'll show you how much I've missed you." I grabbed my bag, took her hand and we practically ran to her apartment.

As soon as we stepped in she laid a passionate kiss on me, backing me up against the door, our hands all over each other, frantically undoing buttons and zippers. I slid one hand under her dress and was surprised to find no panties. She pulled back from her kiss and laughed. "I took them off on the way home so I could play with myself. Glad I didn't pass any truckers!"

I turned her around so she was against the door and dropped to my knees. She pulled up her dress to reveal a totally bare pussy! "Surprise!

Like it?"

"Oh yeah," I murmured, then ran my tongue across her lips to show her how much. I couldn't hold back, and pushed my tongue as far in her as I could, eliciting a low moan of animal lust. I stayed on my knees, passionately tongue-fucking her, cupping her buns with my hands, teasing her clit with my tongue. I could tell she was getting close, so I stood up and entered her, loving the way her hot tunnel squeezed me. We proceeded to "have a quickie" up against the door, both oblivious to the noise we were making until she dug her nails into my back and cried out. I exploded right after her, my cock pumping what seemed like gallons of cum as she wrapped her leg around me tighter, trying not to fall over as we stood there in our three-legged dance. As our breathing slowed, we could hear her neighbors passing by in the hallway, just getting home from work. We both started to laugh at the same time, wondering how much of our little show they had heard through the door. We unwrapped ourselves from each other, and I finished pulling her dress off over her head, then took her hand and led her to the shower.

Warm water cascading down, slippery hands slowly caressing each other, we stood under the shower, enjoying the foreplay, making dinner plans. I decided this was as good a time as any to let her in on the plan I'd been forming.

"Remember what we talked about before I moved, that last night I was here?" I asked while I soaped her back.

"I remember we screwed a lot, and talked about fantasies...I hope you're talking about butt sex, 'cause that was incredible! I could barely sit down at work for two days, and I thought about you every time I had to sit," she laughed.

"Actually, I was thinking about your fantasy about making it with another woman...I think I can make that happen."

"What have you been planning--you better not be screwing somebody else since you moved."

I couldn't tell if she was getting angry or interested, so I tried to explain real fast.

"Remember the girl I told you I'd broken up with when we met? Well, I ran into her in the parking lot just before you came home. She said she'd do anything I asked if I'd come over to night, and I think she wants to fuck me bad enough to mean it. I'm not looking to get back together with her, but I gotta admit, I'd love to see the two of you naked and wrapped around each other! Hell, I'd like to take pictures of that!" I told her what I had in mind before she could say anything, then paused waiting for her reaction.

"I'm in, on one condition. I'm your lady, so the only way you screw her is when it's the three of us."

"I can live with that," I replied.

We finished our shower and quickly hurried to the bedroom, not waiting to dry off. we made slow delicious love while planning the night's coming activities.

I showed up at Julie's exactly at 8:30 (My parents had always taught me you don't keep a lady waiting). The door was unlocked, so I went inside. The lights were out, but I could see candlelight flickering from the bedroom. She even remembered and had jazz playing softly on the stereo. I slipped out of my clothes and walked quietly to the her bedroom door, a bottle of wine and two glasses in my hand. I stopped at the door and gazed at Julie lying naked on the bed, eyes closed, running her hands over her breasts and pussy. She opened her eyes slightly, then sat up when she saw me.

"I wasn't sure you'd really be here," she stammered. "I acted like a bitch after you left, and I was afraid you were gonna stand me up."

"Does it look like I'm standing you up?"

She looked at my raging hard-on and laughed. "Well, YOU'RE standing up, that's for sure."

I walked over to the bed and kissed her, running my hands over her, enjoying the feel of her beneath my hands. "Don't move, I've got a surprise for you". I went over to the dresser where I'd left the wine and came back with a scarf, which I tied over her eyes. I gently laid her back on the bed, then tied her hands to the headboard.

"Okay, this is starting to get a little kinky,"

she laughed nervously.

I placed a finger to her lips. "SShhhh. No talking, just pleasure."

I dipped my finger in my wind glass, then ran it over her lips. She licked the wine from my finger, then gently sucked it into her mouth, as if trying not to miss a drop. I slowly dripped the wine across her breasts, the sudden coldness making her gasp and nipples stand erect. I bent down and began to slow lick the wine from her body, my tongue making lazy circles around her breasts, almost touching the nipple, then moving away until she was moaning in frustration. When it seemed she couldn't stand it anymore, I ran my tongue across her right nipple, sucking it into my mouth, then reaching over to do the same to the left nipple, until they were both erect and hard. I dribble more wine across her belly, slowly lapping it up, pausing to drink from the tiny goblet formed by her navel, then slowly dripped the red nectar onto her glistening mound. She parted her legs in anticipation, and I slid down further on the bed, inhaling her scent before running my tongue teasingly across her. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Linda peeking in the door, watching us. I put a finger to my lips. She nodded and began to silently pull her dress over her head. I turned my attention back to Julie and began to suck and lick the wine form her, each caress and nibble making her moan louder than the one before. She began to push her hips off the bed, thrusting herself against my tongue, and I obliged by nibbling on her clitoris gently. I could tell she was getting close to an orgasm, but I wanted to make her wait. I pulled back from her, eliciting a protest.

"Don't stop," she begged, "I'm so close".

I moved up on the bed and straddled her chest, then picked up the wineglass and dipped my cock in it, then ran it across her lips. She flicked her tongue over me to get the wine. When she realized, it was my cock and not a finger, she greedily took me into her mouth, sucking like there was no tomorrow. I enjoyed the feeling of her hot mouth worshipping me for a few minutes, then pulled out her mouth, a tiny string of her saliva and my pre-cum connecting us.

I dripped more wine over her breasts and pussy, then looked up at Linda. She was staring at us with a look of pure animal lust on her face, her right hand rubbing her clit for all it was worth. I motioned her over and began to lick the wind form Julie's right breast again. Julie was purring like a kitten, then suddenly gasped when she realized two mouths we pleasuring her!

Before she could say anything I kissed her deeply, my tongue stifling her protest. She struggled against her bonds and my kiss for a few seconds, then gave in to the pleasurable sensations and relaxed. I whispered in her ear "It's alright, my love. Remember, only pleasure tonight." She nodded silently, and I returned to her breast. Linda and I continued to pleasure her, then Linda kissed her way down to Julie's mound for her first taste of another woman. I moved around slightly so I could watch her while I sucked on Julie's nipple. Linda hesitantly ran her tongue up Julie's outer lips, and Julie responded with a moan as she opened her legs wider. Gaining confidence, Linda lowered her head and began to tongue her passionately, touching all those places that only another woman would know about, her eyes closed, lost in the incredibleness of the situation and the woman moaning beneath her relentless tongue.

I again moved up and straddled Julie, and without hesitation she raised her head to take my cock in her mouth, her head bobbing up and down the length of my shaft as she desperately tried to swallow all of me. I reached behind my legs and caressed her breasts. Her moans became louder, and she suddenly cried out as the first wave of her orgasm hit "OhhhhGod!! Uuunnnhhhh."

Reaching back, I ran my hand through Linda’s hair, pulling her up so I could kiss her and taste Julie on her lips and tongue. We savored the taste and scent of another woman on each other's lips as she stroked my cock. "Trade places with me... I want to see her suck on your tits," I whispered.

Linda nodded and moved up, straddling Julie and leaning down, running her nipple against Julie's lips. Julie greedily sucked at it, expecting my cock. She paused for a second when she realized another woman had been making love to her, then the passion of the moment took over and she began to feast upon Linda as Linda began to play with Julie's pussy, dipping her fingers in then slowly licking the juices off.

I got up from the bed and stood, slipping wind and reveling in the sight before me. Tiny Julie, barely 5' with her small breasts and almost little girl body, a thin patch of light brown fuzz above her pussy, and Linda, almost a head taller with dark hair and a figure like a Playboy Bunny, pleasuring each other. I quickly tiptoed to the other room and retrieved my camera, quickly taking several pictures. Linda looked up at me and smiled at the first flash, Julie oblivious behind her blindfold. I put down the camera and went over to Linda, kissing her before whispering to her "Don't you think Julie might like a taste of you?". she nodded and turned around, her mound just above Julie's head. I reached up and untied Julie's hands, then her blindfold as Linda again lowered her mouth onto Julie. Julie reached up without hesitation and pulled Linda down to her eager mouth, exploring Linda's secret recesses with tongue, two sets of hands caressing each other's butts and breasts, lost in their Sapphic lust. I picked up the camera and shot the rest of the roll from various angles. 

I couldn't take much more of the spectacle before me. My cock was aching it was so hard, and I wanted to come so bad. I joined them on the bed and knelt behind Linda. Julie looked up and paused form licking Linda to take my throbbing cock in her mouth, bobbing up and down. I pulled away and moved up so that my cock was pressed against Linda's backside. She wiggled her butt against me and began to push back as I pushed forward, relentlessly filling her tight butt with my cock until my hips were pressed against her ass.

somehow we all managed to stay in rhythm with one another, the girls tonguing each other as fast as they could and me pumping Linda's oh-so-incredibly tight, hot anus, my thrusting getting deeper and faster as my orgasm started to build. A tingle at the base of my spine that moved rocketed up to explode inside my head as I exploded inside Linda, buried as deeply as possible in her, the three of us crying out in passionate release before collapsing onto the bed, totally spent, a jumble of arms and legs and bodies, chests heaving as we caught our breaths.

After a minute or two, we began to untangle. Linda leaned over and kissed Julie lightly on the lips. "Hi Julie, I'm Linda. Guess what...the night's just starting". But that's another story for another time.



Fantasies Fulfilled Chap. 2



I awoke a few minutes later to Linda gently stroking my cock.

"I meant what I said earlier", she whispered when I opened my eyes. "I want your cock in my ass, and I don't want to wait until tomorrow night after we get off work."

She then proceeded to stick her tongue down my throat to show me he meant business. Between the kiss and her playing with me, I was awake in no time.

"Good, you're up, and it looks like he is, too," she said, giving me a squeeze. She began to lick my nipples, occasionally biting gently, then kissed her way across my stomach, down the length of my cock, where she promptly took about half of me in her hot mouth and gave me a slow tongue bath. I moved around in the bed until we lay side by side so I could return the favor. She let out a soft moan as I ran my tongue up and down her lips. We continued our "midnight snack" for a few minutes, our moans becoming louder as the tempo, and our passions, increased.

Linda suddenly pulled away, straddled me, and guided my swollen cock into her dripping wet vagina. "Ohhhhhhh, yesssss!" she murmured. She pushed down until I was completely inside, the leaned over and kissed me, slowly rocking from side to side. She broke the kiss and gazed at me lustfully. "Okay, I think he's slick enough. Now, fuck my ass, but take it slow, okay. That monster of yours is gonna hurt."

I moved out from beneath her and knelt behind her. She turned her head so I could kiss her as I cupped her breasts in my hands, rolling her nipples between my thumbs and fingers. She pressed her butt against me and wiggled it, as if to say "hurry up". I pushed her forward, so that she was on her knees, her head lay on the pillows, and her virgin butt offering itself up to me. I grabbed my cock with one hand, and gently holding her hip with my other, I pushed against her tight little hole. Slowly, I pushed the head in, until I felt her sphincter wrap around my shaft just below the head. God, what an incredible feeling! It was so tight! I'd never had a pussy grab me like that!

"Uunnnhhhhhh! Hold it! I can't take more just yet," she cried. I took her right arm, and gently guided it under her, until our hands were on her mound. "Play with yourself, it'll help you relax a little." I began to gently stoke her clit, my fingers guiding her, and I felt the tightness ease as she began to stoke herself. I reached up and fondled her breast gently, while I tensed and released my crotch muscles to make my cock twitch inside her.

"Better?" I asked.

"Yes. Oh Jesus, It's so big, and it hurts a little, but it feels so good, too. Give me a little more."

I pushed my cock in about another inch, trying hard to restrain myself from burying myself in her incredible ass. I slowly pulled back a little, eliciting another moan of pleasure, then pushed back in some more, working my way in until my groin and her cheeks were mashed together.

"I can't believe I took you," she gasped.

"Like it?"

"God, I love it! You filled me up before, but this feels so different, and sooo GOOD".

I began to slowly fuck her, pulling my cock almost out, then forcing it all the way in again, as Linda began to push back against my thrusts eagerly, out pace increasing with our mounting passions. I pulled her up by the shoulders so I could kiss her neck, her ears, turn her head so our mouths could meet, our tongues lashing against each other, trying to force our way into the other's mouth, all the while our hips continuing their dance of lust. I pulled her fingers away from her bush and brought them to her lips. She eagerly licked her juices from her finger tips, her moaning increasing. I'd never had a lover this loud before, but I was loving it. As her moans increased, so did the force of my thrusting into her, which made her moan louder, an ever-increasing spiral of passion. She reached down and stroked herself, then offered me a taste of her fingers before licking the other's clean herself.

"You like the way you taste?"

"Yeah!"

"Ever tried it before?"

"No, but I like it. Oohhhh."

The sight of her licking her juices from her fingers was making me hotter than ever, and I thrust into her as hard as I could, making her gasp in pain/pleasure, our breathing louder and more rapid, the sound of my hips slapping against her cheeks, the bedsprings squeaking (Wonder what my neighbors think, and why would I care?), both of us moaning and groaning in pleasure, our only focus our building climaxes. My cock pistoning in and out of her savagely, the incredible tightness of her squeezing me, her tunnel so unbelievably hot and getting hotter! 

I lifted her up by her hips so that she was supported only by my hands and my cock, then pushed into her as far as I could, impaling her as I help her tightly, her hands reaching back to grab my hips, nails digging into my cheeks as she tried to force me deeper, crying out in a mutual release as her orgasm hit the same time I exploded inside her, a brilliant light exploding inside my head, pulsing inside her as my cum continued to fill her, then falling sideways across the bed, still locked in our passionate embrace, neither willing to let go as our breathing slowed, our pounding hearts coming back to normal, lost in the incredible feeling of perfect-ness of the moment...

My cock softened and slipped out, trailing a thread of cum. I reached up to turn her face to me and felt a tear running down her cheek.

"You okay, baby? I hope I didn't hurt you, I just got carried away."

"No, I'm fine. I mean, I feel like you split me in half, but it was incredible! I've never cried with an orgasm but that was so, so, Oh God that was great!" she giggled.

We held each other for a moment, then I took her hand and gently pulled her in the direction of the bathroom. We turned on the shower and stood together, gently soaping each other, occasionally kissing gently.

"So, now that you gave me my fantasy, what's your's" she asked with an impish grin.

"Okay, I'll confess. The same thing every guy dreams about--having sex with 2 girls at once. Not very original, but I've always wanted to try it."

"You mean you fucking both girls, or watching 2 girls fuck and joining in?"

"Wellll...Why? you got something in mind?"

"Yeah..I've wondered what it would be like to be with another woman, and if she's half as good with tongue as you it'll be incredible!"

"Mind if I take pictures? The sight of you and another woman...man, that would be unreal!!"

"I want you to take my picture, but I get to take some of you, too. Now that I met you I don't want you leaving my life. I wanna have something to look at while I play with myself!

"Fine, but who's the other lady gonna be. You got anybody in mind?"

"No, I've always pictured it being a total stranger, no names, just..sex. You know somebody?"

"Yeah, I just might." But that part of the story comes later...