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Fantasy Becomes Real

By: LilBear19



There I was, sitting on a red stool. I let out a long sigh as I tried to find a friend of mine. No one was around, not even a sound of feet clicking or stools sliding. All was calm, too calm. I glanced around nervously, and I saw something move. At first I couldn't tell what that was, the shadows casting a gloomy black across it. However, I could tell one thing. It was coming my way.

Click, click, click, click was all I could hear as the something came toward me. I was shaken. Then, I winced. Finally, she stepped out of the shadows, into a warm glowy light. My jaw dropped at this Asian beauty, standing at 5'7'', nice wavy black hair down to her shoulders and feathered. Her eyes were as brown as cinnamon sticks were, they were so dark brown, I felt my heart flutter. This was the first time I've EVER seen a woman as close to a goddess as she is. I was totally in awe of her beauty. She had all the right curves at all the right places. 

Finally, she opens her voice, enchanting this room with the sweet tone. "Hello, Aaron. It's me, Kaleena." Oh damn I thought I was going to melt right then and there. Her voice was lovely, and accented lightly with a Chinese accent.

"Ka-ka-ka-kaleena?! Oh my gosh hun, you look really sexy!!" I managed finally, swallowing the lump in my throat, trying to not pay attention to my cock, which was hammering against the inside of my jeans.

I prayed she didn't notice as she took my arm, leading me to a bedroom type area. She closed the door behind us, and turns me around...plopping me onto the bed. She then hops into my lap, starts asking me questions.

"How are you sweety?'' She asked in her lovely voice, her hands around my waist, head laying upon my shoulder.

"I'm to-to-totally great. You're a damned BOMBSHELL though Kaleena, you really are.''

I could see her blush as she giggles heavily. Then she wraps her arms tighter around my waist, lifting off my shirt slowly, revealing my pudgy, yet some muscles on it stomach and chest. I blush too, obviously ashamed that I dont have any showing muscles. I pull her green shirt off, slowly, revealing her nice full breasts. underneath her silky blue lace bra.

I gulp mightily, resisting the urge to start licking and sucking on her breasts even with her bra on. She must've been reading my mind, she plucked her bra off, tossing it aside. I watch as her breasts heave in and out as she breathes, I can feel my pants bulging more, still ignoring. I reach up and rub each of her nipples with my thumbs and forefingers. 

She tosses back her head, letting out a heavy sigh, her nipples start puckering, standing tall and erect. I put one into my mouth, sucking hard and slow. I could feel her heart beat faster as my tongue smacks her right nipple around. She parts her lips, a soft and slow moan escapes her lips, barely audible. I heard it though. I smiled to myself as I nibbled her hot pink nipple softly, hearing her gasp again.

My other hand slides over to her left breast and nipple, pinching and prodding that while I giving her right one the suck of it's life. I then swap nipples, having her softer left nipple plop into my mouth, hardening it right up. I hear Kaleena moan a little louder as my teeth nibble softly on the newly erect nipple. I suck hard and a bit faster, she screams because I accidentally pulled her right nipple too hard. I apologize quickly by going back to the right nipple, licking and massaging it with my tongue. 

I hear a moan escape her lips softly, so I knew she wouldn't be mad anymore, and that all was forgiven. I went down to her waist, pulled off her blue pants and keeps her in her green panties. I smile, looking at the damp spot in the crotch of her panties. I slowly pull off her panties, wafting her lovely pussy's scent.

"Mmmm, Aaron, please eat my dripping pussy!'' I heard Kaleena beg. I followed her beg, out of love for her, and also because I just had to taste her snatch juices. I buried my face deep into her pussy, licking and flaying my tongue around like a madman inside. My tongue presses deep into her cunt. I hear her moan loud, shaking some windows.

My tongue goes around in slow hard circular strokes, feeling her clit and boxing it around. I could tell easily that she's enjoying it. I feel her legs tremble and quake, as if an earthquake was happening inside her body. I continue licking her pussy, wondering what was going to happen. Well, I had a good idea what was going to happen, but having never tasting a girl before her, I didn't know if I'd like it or not.

Before long, I worked her pussy enough to make her quake finally cease, ending up in my mouth. I enjoyed lapping up my own face, trying to get every crevice on my face and lips that she gave extra juices to. I finally finished lapping it all, slurping as well. 

Sighing, I laid back. My cock was at its full length inside my jeans, pressing against the zipper part. I was wincing, trying to forget it. Everytime I looked at Kaleena's body, my cock hammered my pants harder. I couldnt get into any comfortable position. I just pulled off my pants. My cock was poking out of my boxers, fully erect at 7.5 inches. I notice Kaleena eying my cock. 

"You want to taste it Kaleena?'' I teasingly say to her, noticing her blush as she turns her head. "It's okay baby, you can if you want.''

She droops her head down in shame. "Alas, I have never sucked a guys dick before, and I don't want you to think less of me because I couldn't pleasure you.'' I see a tear form in her eye.

I kiss her gently, letting her know that she can just suck it, and that I'd guide her head and mouth along as I would like it, so she could know how I like my hard cock sucked. She nodded her head, willing to let me guide her lovely head around.

She scoots down my body, licking my nipples on her way down. She giggles as one of my pubic hairs tickle her neck. I smile, feeling her warm breath against my balls. I let her maneuver herself in a way so that her mouth is right over my hard cock, now a little wet with precum. I watch her flick her tongue across my cock head. My cock gets even harder, fully pulsating and throbbing.

I let her do what she wants first, seeing how good her natural talent is. She starts by licking around the base of my hard shaft, and licking her way upwards. I moan slightly, letting her know she is doing a good job thus far. She wraps her tongue around my cockhead, pulling and pushing it around. I moan softly, telling her that she's doing a great job. She uses her right hand to grab my cock shaft, slowly jacking it off for me while sucking it still. I moan a little louder. Her other hand grabs my balls, slowly playing with them. I moan louder, letting her do so. She smacks my cock shaft with her tongue, licking up and down up and down, in unison with her hand and the circular pattern of her rubbing my balls.

"Ohhh yess sweetheart! Good girl! You wont be needing MY HELP at ALL!'' I cried out as she continues sucking me off hard, she stops jacking me off too. Her hands both go on my balls, each hand gets a ball, while she sucks my hard cock, which I can feel growing even bigger than 7.5 inches. She is pushing my hard stiff cock into her mouth as deep as she could, without trying to go any deeper than she knows she could. I moan loudly, telling her I'm about to cum. 

"Hurry sweety, get it outta your mouth and put it on your belly/stomach/breasts area.'' I shouted, and she complied immediately, putting my cock against her body, where I rub it against her, the last few strokes before I blew my load. It was hot and thick, all over her breasts and very little dabbed her face.

"Okay baby, just lay back and let me clean you up!'' I smiled as my tongue pressed against her cheeks, getting the little dabs of my load first. I slip my tongue downwards...slowly, onto her breasts, lapping at the first little pool on them that I could see. I eat the pool up slowly, tenderly. I slide my tongue around her nipples, where the thickest pools of cum splattered. I tuck it under my tongue....then go on to the last bit of the pool.

This pool was huge. It was glistening, making her shine like a glaze. I put my hands onto her ass, rubbing it and massaging it softly as I finish sucking up this pool. My mouth was full of cum. I rolled it all into one wad in my mouth...and then I pull up to her, and she closes her eyes, I start frenching her, my cum drips slowly into her mouth....and you can tell apart my saliva from my cum. I frenched her deeply, swishing my tongue around, making her taste the cum wad in full swing.

Then, I pull her up to my chest....laying her there. We fall asleep like that....my hands on her hard ass. :)

The End? 

- Not fucking likely!

Fantasy Becomes Real



Jason's mind races at how he had met this person and they had said they had fallen in love with him. When things got deeper and they found out his special interest, well things got different. He got the life he wanted in many ways but in some if changed for the worst. 

She found out he was a cross dresser and accepted it rather easily, she got him to reveal his female name "Jerri" She dressed him up in a tight fitting skirt and got his member to stay hidden, She put on a bra and a blouse then did his hair and nails, makeup and other goodies got finished before she sat back, lit up a joint and smoked with him saying how much it turned her on to see him like this.

He informed her how much it turned him on. How this was how he wishes he could act and dress all the time, that secretly always thought he should have been born female. She told him that so long as she was around and he kept money coming in somehow she would very much like him to be this way as much as he wanted.

After two weeks of being Jerri constantly thank god Jason didn't have a job at the time this happened, she counted that as a small blessing yes she since dressing this way and living like a girl Jerri began saying things were referring to himself meant Herself.

Jerri was having sex on a regular basis, her girlfriend using a strap on for Jerri's big delight then letting Jerri cum by having normal intercourse with her. Sometimes they would just have Jerri dressed in a causal outfit and suddenly her girlfriend would release jerri's cock and begin giving head, then demanding to be fucked hard.

This really made Jerri feel good as she considered herself bi-sexual still being very interested in girls but having had sex with men where they filled her ass with meat, these encounters were always with Jerri dressed as her original sex. Fun as they were, they didn't fill the void in her soul, they didn't help make her complete as they should have for that was what Jerri was lacking before each encounter, a sexual encounter. It was the lack of Jerri's female personality that was the missing key as she figured this out later...

Today is a new day the light has been turned on. Jerri jerks when the cuffs are grabs, she's hauled to her feet. Knowing she looks like a complete slut at the moment, dressed in a black mini-skirt. Black tank top here her fake breast will push against the material. Jerri just walks with whoever has her cuffs, when she's made to kneel she does so submissively. Someone speaks it's a female voice , it's Jerri's lover, making it known that Jerri would service her however she asked and that today it meant doing a good friend of hers properly. Jerri was to open her mouth and accept what she was given.

Jerri opens her mouth and is surprised as a cock slides in, she'd talked to her girlfriend once about this, how giving head was something she enjoyed and that bondage had made the experience better before. Since Jerri used to play DnD she told her girl that Roleplay can make sex even more fun, well it seems she listened for the guy started to act like he was forcing her to suck him, even going so far as to force his cock deeper into her throat then Jerri could handle, choking for a few minutes, gasping for breath Jerri relaxes enough to take the cock deep, when the man gets tired of this he informs Jerri that her ass is his, pushing the skirt up he places his cock and Jerri's hole, he enters slowly being gentle since Jerri's new to him, once he's in he starts at a steady pace but once Jerri gets used to his cock, and turned on she begins thrusting herself back to meet him. Forcing him to fuck her hard.

While the man is fucking Jerri hard another man comes into the room....he ties her to a post so the first man can fuck her as hard as he pleases. Then he tells her to shut her eyes and she does so. When her eyes are shut he grabs her and starts giving her head...then he turns around enough and hoists his body up. He forces his dick in Jerri's mouth...and says,

"Jerri, you choke on this you will be sorry."

So Jerri is determined not to choke on his dick. The man stops giving her head and has her girlfriend lay down and take his dick in her tight wet pussy and forces him to give it to her as hard as he can while being fucked from behind while she is still giving head to the second man.

When Jerri is finally allowed to open her eyes she realizes that she is tied up to something and getting sex in three different ways. Once the two men left he was forced out of his clothes and tied to the bed...and told if you enjoy this...then just wait there will be more to come... 



Fantasy Becomes Real Ch. 2



I was laying in bed, naked. Kaleena was sleeping, her head on my chest. She was naked as well. I could feel her heartbeat, hear her breathing. Smiling, I stroke her face gently, pulling hair away as I kiss her forehead. I sigh as I lay back, closing my eyes. Before I knew it, I was fast asleep.

I was startled awake. Kaleena was looking up at me, her silky golden legs wrapped around my chest area. She had a wildly deceptive grin on her face. Before I could blink, she scooted down my body and she had her mouth around my cockhead, her tongue beating it. I let out a quiet moan as my blood all surged through my cockshaft and making my head mushroom out. Kaleena takes my hard cock all the way down to its base. I moan a little louder as I feel her soft hands play with my balls, making them tense up.

I moan louder, looking down at her sexy body. I notice her other hand tracing her cunt lips, slipping her index finger inside slowly. OH GOD was I turned on, watching her hand fuck her pussy as she gives me magnificent head. By now I'm groaning full throttle, my hips bucking against her face. In essence, I was fucking her face while she fucked herself with her fingers. 

I felt my legs start shaking, trembling. I was about to black out from so much pleasure!! Tossing my head back, I told her that I was about to cum. She didn't pay any attention. I tell her again, yet again she pays me no heed, concentration on fucking my cock with her tongue while giving herself some nice manual pleasure.

I sighed as my cock assaulted her mouth with cum....wave after wave of thick juices spraying all around inside her throat. I feel my cum being sucked and pulled out of my hard cock by Kaleena's mouth. She pulled away too fast, a small rope smacked her lips and she licked them clean instantly. She crawls up to my face, making me suck her fingers of her juices. I did happily, greedily.

She smiled as she told me that it was my turn to give her oral fucking. I shrugged my shoulders, letting her lay on the bed so I can position myself. Her golden legs were now wrapped around my neck, her pussy right in my face. I stuck out my tongue first, licking around her cunt lips slowly. She smiles and bucks her hips against my face. I bury my face deep into her, wildly shaking my tongue inside deeply, all 5 inches of it. I heard her moan, and tell me that she could feel that tongue jam up at her jaw. I giggled as I wriggled my tongue inside, corkscrewing it and taco-tonguing it, doing a whole bunch of weird tongue techniques.

She's moaning, playing with her nipples some...pulling on them. My tongue does the ABC's inside her cunt. Then I let my tongue do whatever it felt, I had no control over it. I was busy working on her pussy with my fingers of my left hand, playing with my now hard again cock, in my right hand. She tosses her head back, slamming my face full of her juices, without giving a warning sign. I wasn't prepared for such a doozy of juices. I flew back 2 feet from it!!.

Still, I happily licked up all of her cum from her pussy, legs, thighs, and the bed where her cunt was. She pulls my face up to hers, frenching me deeply, licking my cheeks and chin, getting her juices off of me. I spray my cum again, on the bed, which Kaleena quickly spins around and licks and laps it up, not wanting to make a mess on the bed. Then, Kaleena pulls the covers back over us, and curls up next to me, holding me, squeezing my semi-hard cock in her hand.

She tells me it was very good, and she cant wait for another taste of it. I was happy to oblige her later on, just need more stamina, lol.

She woke up the next morning, woke me up. I grabbed her by her ass, and followed her into the shower where we had so much more fun.



Fantasy Becomes Real Ch. 3



Kaleena drew warm water. She took my hand, led me into the shower. The shower was easily big enough for both of us to fit, with tons of room left over. She picked up a washcloth, downing it in liquid soap, and handed it to me as she turned around.

"Wash my back hun,'' she asks sweetly.

I stutter an okay as I start rubbing the cloth on her back, feeling the smoothness of it. my hands bare a little bit, going in a smooth circular pattern. I grabbed her by her breasts...pulling her backwards into the water, rinsing off the sudsy back. I spin her around and kiss her deeply and passionately, tongue slipping around her mouth, licking and nibbling her tongue.

"Baby, how about we go back to bed. I want to go make love for a few.'' Kaleena said as she gives me the sweetest pair of puppy eyes in the world. I looked back in them, watching water pour down her face, making her sexier than she already was.

"Why not in here?'' I asked, feeling my cock harden a little bit.

She tells me that she doesn't want to risk getting hurt from cumming so hard. I listened to her, we talked it over for 3 minutes or so. Then, she took my hand and led me to the bed, I was under her feminine wiles at the time.

She laid flat on the bed, spread eagle. She pulled me on top of her, and told me to straddle her. I complied willingly, my cock hovering above her cunt. I place my cock right next to her slit, slipping my head around it, rubbing and massaging her pussy with my cockhead, not yet going in.

Kaleena moans slightly, asking me to slip my cock into her wet and juicy cunt. I was semi-hesitant, because I didn't wanna go too hard, and end up hurting her. But I did slide my cock into her, VERY slowly, VERY softly. I let a small moan come out as her cunt swallowed my whole cock. I pulled it out to my head, then slid it back in. 

Kaleena was moaning now, bucking her hips, wanting to feel my piston inside of her. I time my thrusts with her hip-bucking, which made it very more pleasurable for her, and she shouted she was cumming. I continued to slide my cock in and out of her fully wet cunt, feeling the blast of Kaleena's cum. 

I keep my cock in her, my hands wrap around her waist for support. I bend down and kiss both of her erect nipples, popping one in my mouth, sucking and licking it. I feel her legs shake and quiver as her ecstatic orgasm finally subsided. I pumped in and out of her, still slow and steady. Then, while I was inside her pussy, I stopped pumping. I kept still, moving my cock in slow soft circles in her, all around her clit. I heard her moan so loud, she was telling me to continue to make love to her.

I agreed again, starting to pump her, my hard shaft going in and out, slow and softly. Then I pick up the pace slowly, until she is comfortable with it. After about 25 minutes of solid making love, I was about to blow my load.

I pulled my cock out of her wanting cunt, and brought it up to her face. She shook her head, telling me to cum inside of her pussy. I was shocked, but I complied. I put my cock inside her pussy again, and pumped her more. I felt my balls hit her pussy as I slid my hard cock in and out. Then, all of a sudden, they didnt hit.

I never before have came like that. I blasted my huge load into her, making my hard cock push out of the pussy, and I was still cumming. She pushed her slit back down onto my cock, obviously wanting me to cum all the way in her.

I did. She was moaning and sighing, as my hard cock finally became limp after blowing thread after thread of warm cum into her pussy. She pulled out, and started sucking my cock, trying to get it hard again. I'm laying on my back, sighing and moaning. I feel it harden up again as a vise-like grip overwhelms my mushroom like cockhead, and then smooth wet lips sliding up and down my cockshaft.

I moaned loudly, feeling Kaleena's tongue press against my cock and cock shaft. I knew I couldn't take much more of her very pleasurable assault on my cock, but I tried to hold out. She was sucking more viciously, wanting to eat my next load. Kaleena smiles sadistically, as she sucks and nibbles on my ball sack, licking and fondling my balls. 

She knew exactly how to get her way. Within minutes, my second load blasted her face while she was sucking my cock. Kaleena span around into the 69 position, where I would start tonguing her juicy clit, baring my teeth and tongue deeper into it as I searched for my cum, to no avail. Its as if her pussy had taken it all.

I didn't care really, I Just delved even deeper in her pussy, while she was still going down on my cock. I felt her legs tremble and shake. I grabbed her ass for support, pressing her juicing pussy against my face and mouth.

I cum a third time, and Kaleena cums two times in one massive load. She stays on top of me, in the 69 position, neither of us doing anything. Kaleena spins back around. She then cuddles really close to me.

"You know Aaron, I love you so much baby. That was so sooo great!'' Kaleena says, smiling in her little girl smile.

"I love you too, Kaleena. You suck such good cock you know?" I say jokingly, and laugh lightly.

Kaleena blushes slightly, and uses her hand to poke and prod my still hard cock. My hand was already going in circles around her clit. She was building up pressure for a last super hard orgasm. I was too. I wanted to cum at the same time as her, and she wanted the same. We were both moaning and trembling. We came at exactly the same time, and then I laid half on top of her, using her soft breasts as a pillow.



Fantasy Becomes Reality



I've been dreaming for years that someone would revolutionize the sex toy industry. Many milestones have been made -- cyber skin making dildos more realistic in texture, long distance remote controlled vibrators to tease your partner from another room and now controllable from around the world. I still wanted more. I dreamt that one day there would be dildo that could be sensored to please the giver. That day has finally come with the help of technology developed by NASA engineers. Meet the latest invention in cyberdildonics: robotronic dildos. The outer layer appears no different than cyber skin but underneath laid thousands of sensors connected to tips at the base of the dildo which press against your pussy. The sensors transmit touches into different vibrations sending the waves to the tips, thus to the clit on the other end. There is an inner tube which always some cum to be pulled to the tip due to suction but it doesn't shoot out. It has its limitations -- it doesn't ejaculate per say, it doesn't feel exactly like the real thing, and it isn't for those with small bank accounts but it's the most revolutionary toy to be designed to date. As the owner of hundreds of disappointing toys tossing thousands of dollars down the drain I decided to become an inventor myself and join the industry.

Years ago I had an intense sexual fling with a friend, Tiffany. We were friends with benefits. She was bi-sexual and loved to experiment. I spent hours watching her service my rubber cocks wanting so badly to know how a blow job felt. Our fling tapered off back into merely a friendship without ever getting the change to have that questioned answered. Who better to test the capabilities of my new creation than the woman who sparked its creation?

I met her for lunch and we played catch up informing each other on what had happened since we last saw each other. I didn't mention my latest invention. I was waiting for the perfect moment. We usually only had an hour in our hectic schedules to see each other but I convinced her to free up an afternoon. We decided to visit the local state park as it was a gorgeous, sunny June day. We worked our way down the trails towards the creek and one of about 15 small waterfalls in the park. We sat together on a rock and took in the view. I loved how peaceful it was here and private.

"How's work going," Tiffany finally asked.

"Oh, it's going well. I created the perfect invention I said glancing towards my crotch," I merely smiled as her gaze followed mine.

"Oh," she said with an undeniable curiosity.

"I am sure I still have some kinks to work out. I have yet to give it a full true test. It's the most high tech strap-on compatible dildo to ever be created so far," I said placing her hand between my legs.

She rubbed the bulge, "How so?"

I smiled, "I can feel you."

Her eyes widened in surprise, "How? What do you mean?"

"Sensors," I said simply. I didn't want to get lost in technical jargon and lose her attention. She was still rubbing me. I knew she wanted to see it. I stood up and looked around to ensure we were alone. I knew a Park Ranger could come by any minute or not for hours. I slid off my shorts and swim trunks. I stood hanging before her. 

"So no one's ever sucked it before," she said hoping to be the first to share this with me.

"Nope. You would be the first, that is if you want to of course," I said already knowing her desire. She smile at the honor of taking my "blow job virginity." She took off her shirt and bra exposing her D cups and pink erect nipples. My pussy tingled as her tongue ran across the head. It felt amazing, a sensation like any other. The sensations from her tongue were different from the vibration caused by her hand jerking me. The combination was mind blowing, "Oh suck me baby, suck it." I ran my fingers through her hair. She sucked faster as she looked up into my eyes. She forced some cum out into her mouth and moaned. This was enough to send me over the edge and I pulled her close as I came, "Mmmmmm baby."

"Did you like that," she grinned. I could barely speak.

My legs felt like rubber but I helped her up. The rock was too uncomfortable and we moved to an open field. I laid her down and removed the rest of her clothes. I pulled off my shirt so I could feel my skin against hers. "I do have one suggestion," she said. 

"What's that?"

"You need to be able to explode and shoot your load all over me," she loved the feel of a guy's cum all over her tits so it was no surprised she'd want to feel the wetness of her woman all over her body. She grinned slightly and pulled me close for a kiss, "Now fuck me!" Her pussy was glistening with wetness. She pushed me off her onto the grass and climbed on top me. Every inch disappeared between her legs. She was so sexy when she took charge. I placed my hands firmly on her tits as she rode my cock. It started to rain unexpectedly but she didn't care. She was going to make this an unforgettable experience. Her body flushed and quivered as she came. I could no longer delay my orgasm after watching her, "Fuck yes, Tiffany. Oh god."

She climbed off me and climbed between my legs, "I love how you're always hard." The benefit of is it never did go limp but your pussy still grows sensitive! She licked her own wetness off of me and in what felt like seconds I came again. I laid there for a few minutes caressing her as I caught my breath.

"Can't keep up anymore," she taunted. I had longed for her touch for so long. I was going to keep going until I could no longer control every muscle in my body. I climbed between her thighs and leaned over her. My arms were tucked under her shoulder blades, hands gripping the top of her shoulders. She wrapped her legs around my torso allowing me to penetrate her deeper. She squeezed me so hard with her thighs as she came I thought she was going to break my ribs. I slowed my thrusts and began to build her climax again. I moved my hips slow as I sucked on her nipple with my lips. She gasped and squirmed. Her back arched and I knew she was close. Her nails sank into my back as she climaxed, "Now what was that about not keeping up?"

We both lay there exhausted and the rain helped cool us off. She ran her nails across my chest sending chills down my body. She kissed my neck and nibbled at my earlobe. She was ready for another round, "There's still a sensation you haven't felt." She got up on all fours and put her sexy little ass in the air. She was beckoning me to fuck her. I rimmed her ass with my tongue. She was aroused and ready to be fucked. My dick entered her asshole slowly and felt a long slow vibration against my clit. I came into her ass. I pulled her hair and smacked her ass until she exploded. She liked it rough and I was never one to disappoint her.

We fooled around until late in the afternoon. I removed my strap-on to receive her tongue against my warmth. The new experience had been amazing but nothing compared to the hotness of her breath against me and the intimacy of nothing being between us. 

We had rekindled our relationship. She never disappointed me. She left every desire fulfilled and always found a new fantasy to keep things hot. She was sexy and shameless. She pushed my boundaries and took me beyond to explore desires I didn't know existed. No other lover has ever pleased me more.



Fantasy Becomes Reality



I had just finished a run and was sloshing down a glass of pink grapefruit juice. Even the six-mile run couldn't quell my anger. I'd put up with a lot over these last couple of months, no more.

This wasn't the first time I'd asked myself why Megan had married me. I wasn't a jock, fantastic looking, or had a twelve inch cock. I was just your average Joe with more drive to succeed than most. I can thank my dad, Carl, for that.

"Moore Construction had been around for thirty-five years and it would belong to my sister, Carol, and myself after my dad retired, which I hoped wouldn't happen for many years.

I'd known Megan since high school. She was friends with all the "In Crowd" people and dated all the guys most girls would drop their drawers for if they gave them the time of day. All shallow assholes in my humble opinion. I stayed away from everyone except Megan. She lived down the street and we not only knew each other, but her dad took us both to school every morning.

It took all my guts to ask Megan to the Senior Prom. At least she didn't leave me hanging.

"Steve, I'm going with David. He's my boyfriend."

"Just thought I'd ask." God I sounded pathetic. I didn't end up going. I wasn't going to be one of the dweebs that stood off to the side gawking at all the people having fun. I stayed home and watched a movie with my sister.

College was much better. I was out from under the "In Crowd" but in college there was also an upper crust group, mostly athletes, fraternity and sorority hot shots. I had no time for any of that bullshit. I was either studying or working for my father. My sister, Carol, who was two years older than me, was studying to be an architect. She felt we were losing business because we couldn't design as well as build. 

"Steve, when we take over, I want to double our business within two years." If I thought I was driven, Carol was possessed. 

I watched Megan go from guy to guy. I don't have a clue if she was giving it up but I'm pretty damn sure she wasn't a virgin any longer. Me? I'd had three girls and the last one told me I had potential but didn't stick around long enough to teach me what I was doing wrong. Fuck them all, I'd be successful and then they could kiss my ass.

Our senior year out of the blue, Megan asked if she could ride with me to school in the mornings. 

"My car needs a new transmission and I won't have all the money for a couple of months."

Looking back, I should have told her to ask one of her jock friends for a lift but being the nice guy, I thought; why not. The next three months were wonderful. After two weeks I was waiting for her last class to end so I could drive her home. She was pleasant for a change. We talked, laughed and had more than one meal together. Then came the moment of truth.

"You want to go to dinner Saturday?" I asked expecting a quick no. I got a yes. That dinner was the first of many. When Carol heard I was dating Megan she was skeptical.

"Brother, she wants something, I just know it."

"I thought so to at first, but it's been three months and we're still going strong." We may have been going strong but my dad wasn't.

When we retired him for medical reasons, I thought he was going to go home, grab his gun and put Carol and I in the grave he was so pissed.

"Dad, I just need you to slow down before you kill yourself. Look, we'll make sure you see everything we're doing, but you need more sleep and a better diet than hamburgers and fries." He relented but not willingly.

I graduated on time but Megan ended up a semester behind me. I studied and she didn't, simple as that. I still took her to school on my way to work and picked her up later in the evening after she finished work at her intern-marketing job.

At seven months my sister and I talked. "I'm thinking about asking Megan to marry me." She said nothing.

"Carol, did you hear me?"

"Oh, I heard you alright, I'm just not sure how to respond without it sounding ugly. She's a fucking tramp! You want a girl like that for a wife? She probably bedded half the football and fraternity guys on campus. If you want pictures, I know a few guys that may have them."

"Carol, I came right out and asked her that very question. She admitted she's not a virgin and went a little crazy for a while but all that all changed when she started going out with me."

"So, now you're the one pounding her into the mattress every night?"

"Nope, we're kissed and done a few other things but haven't slept together yet."

"Why the fuck not, and don't tell me you're waiting till your wedding night." This was getting ugly.

"Nope. I'm just not at that point yet even though Megan has asked for it on more than one occasion. What I'm trying to see if she can handle going without. I don't want to marry a sex crazed bitch who starts fucking guys as soon as I leave for work." 

"Well, at least take her for a spin around the block before you ask her. If she's so loose you can drive our delivery truck in there, don't ask her." I told her I would but needed a bit of down home advice.

"Dad, I've got something to talk to you about," was how I started Sunday's discussion. "I'm thinking about asking Megan to marry me."

"The good looking broad with the great body?"

"Yes, I guess you could say that."

"Why don't you just live with her? That's what your mother would have said." Mom had died two years earlier of cancer.

"I want to get married and have kids. I'm not about to have any bastards running around."

"You do know you need a prenup agreement don't you? I haven't worked my ass off only to have you give it away to some fucking bimbo."

"That's why I'm here. How the hell do I do it without her telling me to take a hike?" "Very carefully. I have a suggestion. Why don't you invite her over for dinner next Sunday? I'll invite your sister and she can ever bring that asshole of a boyfriend with her if she wants to. Then, I'll talk to Megan and tell her the facts of life. That way she'll be mad at me and not you."

I didn't think it was such a hot idea but what did I have to lose. Megan, that's what. Dinner was great and everything was going fabulously when dad told Megan he wanted to show her something. She looked t me then said, "sure, why not." They were gone for about twenty minutes.

"Who's up for dessert?" my dad asked, coming out of the kitchen with a Dutch Apple pie. Megan was holding the dishes and ice cream. We called it an evening after dessert.

"It was nice meeting you Megan," my dad said, giving her a hug and giving me a smile. Megan gave my sister a hug and then we were off to her place 

"Nice family," is all she said about the evening. I kissed her in my car outside her parent's house.

"I'll call you tomorrow. Maybe we'll do lunch."

"Can't, I have a test forth period tomorrow and will be studying."

"How about tomorrow night?" She smiled.

"I'd like that."

With one more kiss at her doorstep I was in my car heading back to my dad's place. "Okay, what did she say?" "About what," Dad said with a big shit-eating grin.

"You know about what."

"Oh that. Megan said she had no problem with it. Said she loved you not your money and that if something happened between the two of you, she knew you wouldn't screw her over."

"She said that?"

"Yup. I did tell her that she was out of your league and that if you screwed it up I just might marry her myself. She laughed at that and said you were the keeper. I'll have Greg write up the prenup and after you pop the question we'll have her sign it. Have you picked out a ring yet?"

"Haven't had the time, and wanted to get this shit out of the way before I bought one."

"Well, I've still got your grandmothers in the lockbox at the bank. It's not huge but it is old and the stone is perfect."

"How about moms?"

"No one get's that ring until I'm dead and gone. It's all I have left of your mother."

"Gran's will be perfect. When can I get it?"

"Meet me at the bank tomorrow and I'll get it. Also since we'll be there, there is one more thing we'll be doing. I've already talked to your sister about it and she agrees with me."

"Agrees with you about what?"

"You'll find out tomorrow." And I did.

With the ring in my pocket, we went upstairs and into one of the offices.

"Paperwork done?" my dad asked.

"All done Mr. Moore. All we need is yours and your son's signature," sliding the paperwork across the table.

"What's this for?" I asked.

"The deed to my house. Carol doesn't want it and if you plan on getting married, you'll need a place to live."

"Where will you live?"

"I've got the beach house."

I almost said trade ya... but I didn't have a death wish. The beach house had been he and my mothers get a way place. We signed and it was official. I owned a house.

"This way you'll never have to worry about a place to live and since you'll have owned it before you got married, it'll always be just yours." This had been one hell of a day.

Tuesday at dinner I couldn't take my eyes off Megan. To me she was perfect and I hoped after tonight she'd be all mine. She hit her plate with her knife to bring me back to reality.

"Steve, you alright? You haven't heard a word I've said all night."

"I'm sorry, I'm just wracking my brain to come up with just the right words to ask you to marry me that's all." I stopped talking. Did I actually say that out loud? I know I was thinking it but ..."

"Yes, I'll marry you!" she said before I could figure out what happened.

Flustered, I walked over and kneeled by her chair and pulled out the ring. All right, gran had tiny fingers and it only fit on her little pinky finger.

"We can get it sized tomorrow." She hugged me, and then everyone around us applauded. The waiter brought out the champagne I'd ordered and we spent the next hour talking about us. 

"You mean we'll have a house that's paid for to start our lives together?" 

"It's mine and since you'll be my wife, I think I'll let you live there with me."

"Oh kind sir how can I ever repay your generosity?" she said with a sly smile.

"Don't worry me lady, I know I'll come up with something. Before we finally got married, we christened every room of the house. Our house now.

*****

Jump ahead nine years. My life was pretty fucking great. Our son Timmy is seven and Danny is five. My sister and I had doubled in size twice and things couldn't be better. Well, that's not entirely true. 

Megan worked for a large marketing firm and did their internet research, mostly from home. This worked out great for us. She puts our boys on the bus in the morning and has their afternoon snack ready for them when they get off the bus. I'd come home most nights to a dinner on the table and dessert upstairs in our bed. She may have been a little loose before she met me, but I reaped the rewards of her experience three to four times a week. But there was one issue that continually plagued her.

Megan's problem is that she never lost the baby weight when she had Danny. Truthfully, she's probably gained fifteen pounds more and was in denial. She has gone from one hundred and ten pounds pre-baby weight to I guess one sixty-five as of last Monday when I glanced down at the scale while I bushed my teeth. Don't get me wrong, I loved my wife to death, and didn't really care if she gained a few pounds, but she seems to be gaining a pound or two a month. My bride had become a normal person.

Things care to a head when we were invited to my sister Carol's for a business party. It wasn't formal but it wasn't shorts and tee shirts either. A lot of our clients would be there also. You see we had two sets of friends. My friends we mostly family and people I work with, and Megan's were the friends she used to hang with in high school and college. In other words, the "In Crowd." I smiled every time we got with them. Most went nowhere in their lives, while the dweeb they looked down on was a successful businessman. I loved it.

Getting back to the party.

"Hon, what do you think of this outfit?" she asked. I looked at it and lied.

"Looks fine." It didn't. It was about a full size too small.

"You think it's too tight?"

"Does it feel too tight?" was my reply now looking away.

She looked in the mirror again. "Yes it does and it's the biggest thing I've got in my closet. I've got to stop buying clothes that are 100% cotton, they keep shrinking." 

I'm no fool, I held my tongue and looked at my watch. "Better find something, we've got to leave in twenty-five minutes."

Outfit after outfit were thrown onto the bed. Finally she put on something she didn't have to tuck in. She looked good, but Megan always looked good in my eyes. How I'd ever landed this beauty, I'll never know.

Dinner was a disaster. Megan drank way too much and got a little loose with her tongue. More than once I had to pull her away from one or another couple when she said things that were totally inappropriate.

"Hon, I think you've had enough," I said, trying to grab her glass of wine. "Carol's got a pot of coffee brewing. Why don't I get you a cup." She pulled her wine glass back and spilled most of it on herself and Carol's gray rug. Then it happened. She turned, stumbled, and for whatever reason, her slacks ripped. I saw the look of horror as she reached for her waist. I'm afraid everyone was also watching.

"Megan, why don't we go into my bedroom and fix that waist band shall we?" Carol said, not giving her a chance to refuse. Carol grabbed her by the arm and led her away. 

"Looks like we've had a Janet Jackson wardrobe malfunction," I said loudly. Everyone laughed and went back to what they were doing. I went to Carol's bedroom.

"Steve, go away," is what I heard when I knocked.

"Megan, let me in."

"Steve, go away and we'll be out shortly," was her quick reply. "We're having a girl to girl conversation. Now leave." I went back to the party.

Twenty minutes later, an embarrassed Megan came out wearing a wide belt. We stayed another half hour and then said our goodbyes.

Everyone said what a lovely party it had been, and it was, up until the accident.

It was a quite ride home. All Megan did was look out the side window. When we got home I paid the sitter and drove her home. When I got back, Megan was already in bed and didn't look happy.

"How are you feeling?" I asked. She said nothing She just looked at me. Can I get you something?" Still nothing. I went over to the bed. "Honey, it wasn't all that bad. In fact everyone laughed at it when I said it was just a wardrobe malfunction." She didn't look amused. "Why don't you and I go shopping tomorrow? You can buy a few new outfits and ..." she stopped me cold.

"You think I'm fat don't you?"

"Megan, so what if you've gained a few pound over the last couple of years, no big deal. Hell, if you want to go on a diet, I'll go on one with you." I was trying to be both positive and supportive.

"Steve, I just want to close my eyes and forget this night ever happened," rolling over onto her side. I tried to cuddle with her but was told to stay on my side of the bed.

The next two weeks were hell. She went shopping on Sunday and bought four pair of pants and two large tops. I thought it had blown over until I saw dinner. I had hoped it was just an appetizer. It wasn't.

I had gained a few pounds myself and even though I ran most days, they weren't going away. I hadn't cared up until last weekend, now it became an issue. Megan came home on Thursday and said she had joined a gym.

"Great, I'll join with you!" I said all excited.

"Steve, I want to do this on my own but I thank you for your support. I just wish you'd said something about my weight before last weekend." 

What was I going to say? Hon, your ass is starting to get as wide as your mothers. Like that would have gone over big. So I had kept my mouth shut. Her weight wasn't an issue with me. So what if she wasn't the skinny girl I'd married. She was now a normal everyday wife with a muffin top. A large muffin top.

My wife was on a mission and God help anyone who said anything about her weight. Every day she weighed herself and wrote it down in a journal. I went to look once and almost lost an arm. 

Then I made a cardinal mistake. It had been two weeks since we'd made love and I was in the mood Tuesday night. We were both in bed and I was well into my subtle sexual foreplay when she looked at me.

"How can you want to make love to a pig like me?'

I told her I didn't care if she'd gained a few pounds, she was my wife and I loved her. Then I opened up wide and stuck my foot in my mouth. "And you know how much I like bacon."

I knew as soon as the words left my mouth I was in trouble and I immediately started back peddling saying it was just a bad joke. The joke was now on me.

I felt the pillow slam into the side of my head and by the time I recovered, Megan was heading for the spare bedroom. I followed behind apologizing but when she slammed the door in my face and locked it I knew I was in deep shit. All my pleas went unanswered. I finally went back to our bedroom and had a fitful nights sleep.

The following morning she still wouldn't open the door. I made the boys breakfast hoping that she would make an appearance. She never came down stairs.

"I'm leaving for work and the boys are eating breakfast. Love you," I said with my forehead on the locked door. She'd get over it, I thought. But it only got worse.

I was the perfect husband for the next month. I cooked dinner when she'd let me and did everything without her even asking. We ate together but I received few words and no affection. None. Not even a kiss goodbye or hello.

The only thing that didn't change was her outfit. Sweat pants and a sweatshirt were the uniform of the day. Every day. And if that wasn't bad enough, she'd had moved all her stuff into the spare bedroom.

"Talk to me Megan. I love you!" I would say most nights but she never relented. 

By the beginning of the fourth week my apologies stopped and I had become annoyed with her attitude. "Babes, we need to talk. I need my wife back with me."

"Why would you want a fat pig like me sharing your bed? That's right, you like bacon. I forgot that. Well, right now I don't feel very sexy."

"Well at least come back to our bed. You don't have to do anything you don't want to do."

"Like that'll ever happen. You've been grabbing at me since the first night we went out on a date."

"That's bullshit and you know it. If anyone was the aggressor, it was you."

"So now you're saying I was a wanton slut? Is that how you saw me?"

"I never said that. You did. Now can we just forget about all this shit and go back to where we were before?"

"Go back to fat Megan or the hot body Megan?"

"Right now I don't give a shit which."

"See, that's your problem you see me through rose colored glasses not as I am now." That made no sense, but little did anymore.

By week six I'd had enough. I'd lost my patience and was now getting angry. All we talked about were bullshit items and she still refused to move back into our bedroom. I could see she'd lost weight in her face but the sweats hid everything else.

A week later, after a heated exchange I grabbed her by the arm. Bad move on my part. The slap came out of left field and about took my head off.

"Don't you dare ever touch me like that again!" I could see the fire in her eyes but it didn't compare to what I was feeling. I was fed up with all her shit.

After that night I no longer had dinner with my family. I would come home from work, play with my sons and when Megan put out dinner I would leave and not come back until I was ready to go to bed. Truthfully I got take out and went to my office to eat and prepare for what was coming next.

That weekend, I made my final plea. "Megan you've got to talk to me, this has gone on too long. I need my wife and friend back."




Fantasy Becomes Reality



"So you can paw at your fat pig of a wife?"

"Please come back to our bedroom. We can go together to talk to someone and work out our issues. I love you."

The look she gave me wasn't special anymore. I was done.

Monday I packed a suitcase and left for work. My sister had tried to stay out of it all but now weighed in on my plans.

"You know that's going to piss her off even more."

"Like I could fucking care. I no longer have a wife just a fucking cook and maid and I'm tired of it. This is not what I signed on for and if Megan thinks she rules the roost, she's sadly mistaken. I'm just sorry my boys will be caught in the middle."

That morning, four of my workers descended on the house. I'd already put all my stuff in boxes so the first thing they did was load those into a truck. My wife and sons looked in awe as they ate breakfast.

"What the hell are you guys doing?"

"Mr. Moore wants a few things remodeled," one worker said as the others went back upstairs and went to work."

"This is my house and I want you all to leave. And, have Mr. Moore call me if you would please."

"I'm sorry, I don't take orders from you or anyone else, I work for Mr Moore not you." With that he joined the others upstairs.

The first thing the workers did was to remove every bedroom door upstairs and carry them out to the garage. Then the noise upstairs started and all the bedroom furniture I'd hand picked out years ago was carried out and put to the curb.

"What the hell are you doing? Put all that furniture back where you got it from," Megan demanded. The workers ignored her the lead man told her to call Mr Moore if she had any questions. She called me at work.

"What the hell are you doing to our house?" Megan yelled through the phone.

"You mean MY house don't you?" She went quiet. My voice was cold and it scared her. "You see dear wife, the house was MINE before we got married so legally it's mine not yours. And that means that it's no longer our bedroom, it's my bedroom. And if I want to update it, it's my decision. Understand?"

"But Steve honey..." that's all she got out before I cut her off.

"Steve Honey? There is no Steve Honey, not anymore. Just leave me the fuck alone like you requested of me all these weeks." I hung up on her.

She called back but I didn't answer her calls. She then text and e-mailed me but I never replied. Megan then walked upstairs to see what the men were doing. 

The sliding glass doors going out to the deck off the bedroom were gone, so were all the fixtures and bathroom vanity. When they started tearing down the ceiling, she ran crying from the room. At that point Megan knew she'd gone too far.

Carol answered her call. "I told you weeks ago you were playing with fire but you didn't listen," Carol said, chastising her sister. "I've never seen my brother this mad and the fantasy surrounding you is gone from his eyes. He considered himself the luckiest man on this earth when you said yes to him. Now, reality has set in and he sees you for the selfish bitch you truly are. His words not mine."

"Can you talk to him? Tell him I'm sorry."

"I'll try, but not today. The mood he's in right now, he'd probably jump down my throat and he likes me! Give it a couple of days, maybe he'll ease up." I didn't.

The bedroom and bathroom were gutted. Megan asked three of our neighbor to help save her furniture from the trash man. They put it in the garage but there wasn't a lot of room with all the building supplies that were being stored there.

I never came home or even called. Megan text and e-mailed me every day but I never replied. If she though she was in charge of our marriage she was in for a reality check.

"Hey butt head, how are you doing today?" Carol asked greeting me as I walked into work looking tired and a little out of sorts.

"Just fucking great." I didn't meet her gaze.

"Doing a little remodeling?"

"Just upgrading my bedroom. Tired of all the frilly shit that was in there and since I no longer have to worry about Megan, I'm redoing it the way I want it."

"So, giving up?"

"Just not trying any longer. I've let her have her way for far too long and all I've gotten from her is an attitude. No more. Thank God she signed that fucking prenup. She'll get something but she can't touch the house or our business."

"Well, all I'm saying is don't do anything you can't undo."

"Don't worry, I'm not doing anything until I talk to our lawyer." Carol called Megan.

"He's getting ready to talk to a lawyer. If you don't do something and quick, you'll be my ex-sister."

"What can I do? He won't talk to me."

"Well, you better think of something."

"Mom, I need you to watch the boys for a couple of days," Megan said to her mother. "Your thinking that Steve would buckle under and come crawling back to me didn't work and he's talking to a divorce attorney."

"Honey, if you let him dictate to you, you'll never get what you want in your marriage. Hell, it took me almost three months before your father saw it my way. You just have to be firm."

"Well, Steve isn't dad and I'm not you. I'll drop the boys over later. I've got to track down my wayward husband." 

It took Megan twenty-four hours to find me.

The workers had gutted, rewired, and framed in the new French doors going out to the deck when I snuck in after watching Megan drive away. The new tri-ceiling with recess lighting was something I'd always wanted. And, the grotto shower was large enough for four people.

"I need the drywall and taping done by Friday because the painters will be here on Tuesday," I told my lead man. 

"Shouldn't be a problem. I've got the material for the hardwood floors in the garage and the two guys scheduled to install it next Thursday. Also, the vanity and plumbers set up for Saturday. I figure by the end of next weekend we'll be finished."

You do that, and there'll be a nice bonus in next weeks check." His foreman smiled at that. I was on my way to making our bedroom mine now. 

I was having breakfast at the Red roof Inn the following morning when Megan sat down across from me. She had on real clothes for a change and it looked like she'd lost at least thirty pounds. This is the most skin I'd seen in going on twelve weeks.

"You're a hard man to find Stephen Moore, Megan said.

"Not hard if you know where to look," was my flippant reply.

"Can we cut the crap and talk?"

"Tried that. Didn't work. Moving on."

"So, that's it? You're going to just give up on us?"

"Yup. Tried for almost four months to get you to talk to me and all I got was bullshit back. For nine years I thought you walked on water and it turns out you're just like every other stupid woman who didn't know how good they had it."

"Would it help to say I'm sorry?"

"You're sorry, I'm sorry and our two sons are going to be damn sorry coming from a broken home. Don't worry, like my dad said, I won't leave you destitute. Hell, since you've lost almost all your extra weight, you'll probably be able to hook a rich husband in no time. Hope you treat him better than you treated me. And if you don't mind, I've got a company to run." After finishing my speech I walked out to my car and cried all the way to my office. I loved that bitch but she had pushed it too far this time. 

Carol had no answers for Megan so she went to the person Steve respected the most, his father.

After listening to her for about an hour he stood up and went over to the bar. "You want a drink?"

"A glass of white wine would be nice."

Handing her the glass he sat down in his desk chair and let out a sigh. "You graduated college didn't you?'

"Yes, the year after Stephen graduated."

"Didn't you learn anything? And even if you did, didn't you listen to me when I laid out the terms of the prenup?" Megan started to say something but Carl held up his hand.

When you started going out with my son I knew you weren't in love with him. Hell, you were a ten and he was lucky to be a six and a half. But you knew he was driven, was a good man, and would take care of you. He thought you were perfect and would have kissed your ass and married you weeks before he proposed if it weren't for me." She leaned back in her chair and took a large gulf of wine.

I started this company out of nothing and worked eighty hours a week to make it the success it is today. I wasn't going to let some money hungry slut like yourself take what I'd worked so hard for away." Megan was visually fuming.

"Not sure when you actually fell in love with my son but I guess it did happen. I think it was after your first boy was born. I saw the way you looked at Steve when he played with Timmy. My son is an excellent father, a better than average husband, and a great provider. You were lucky to have him. Hell, when you ballooned up, he never once brought up your weight did he?" She shook her head no.

"And when you decided to punish him to show him who was boss, who's idea was it?"

"My mom's."

"Figures."

"Dad, how do I get him back? Will you talk to him for me?"

"I'll talk to him but we've got a problem. You used to be his fantasy and you're not anymore. You still look pretty damn good, but the fantasy girl he married is gone but needs to make an appearance again." 

"I don't understand?"

"It's simple. You've got to become that girl again. The girl he didn't think he deserved. The girl that he thought walked on water."

"How do I do that?"

"Good question. Hope you find a good answer."

Megan went home and looked at what had once been their bedroom. Gone was the bed she'd picked out, the beige drapes and even the light rose- colored walls. The massive wrought iron king size bed and night tables were nice but not her taste. Megan loved the ceiling when she flipped on the overhead light and the warm glow filled the room.

The bathroom was something out of Architectural Digest. The tub, shower and delicate vanity were gone. What remained was a large grotto shower with six spray nozzles of various configurations. Again it was nothing like she would have picked out. The two skylights was a nice touch as the room was lit without the lights being on. Everything she'd done had been replaced. Megan wondered. Was she next?

One hundred and fifteen pounds the scale read. Only five more pounds to go. I thought starring at myself in the mirror. I wasn't as hot as I once was. I'd tried to take control from a man I thought was weak. WRONG! He was a lot stronger than I'd ever be. Did I love him? Yeah, I knew I did and also my two sons. Could I hold onto him? I sure as hell hoped so, but not the way I looked at the moment. Megan made some calls.

When I came home, the boys were in the front room as always watching television. There was the usual greeting, but as always Disney trumped dad. There was no sign of Megan. I wondered who was watching the kids when I didn't see their mother or our usual babysitter. I went looking.

Megan wasn't at her computer or in the kitchen snacking or even fixing dinner, which was unusual. That just left the upstairs. I chuckled to myself thinking about the bedroom doors. No way she was locking me out any longer. I'd had my bit of fun and would put the doors back tomorrow but at least I had a heavy door on my new bedroom, a bedroom where she wasn't welcomed into any longer.

I found her upstairs in the guest room in a bra and panties outfit, trying on it looked like a half dozen or so new outfit. I watched for probably twenty minutes before she noticed me.

"Guess I can't close the door on you anymore," she said holding up a red dress in front of her. "If you don't mind, I'd like a little privacy." I shook my head and went to my room, the only one with a door.

About 6:00 I heard the boys in the kitchen and went to investigate. Dinner was already out on the table and Megan was pouring glasses of milk.

"You eating here or not?" she said in a matter of fact tone of voice.

"Since I'm here I mine as well," sitting down to a plate of food.

She grabbed me a beer out of the refrigerator and a glass and set it in front of me. 

"Well, it looks like my job here is done. If you don't mind, I've got to get ready," she said spinning on here heels.

I had a nice dinner with my sons. We talked, joked and they even helped me put the dishes in the dishwasher. Ten minutes later they were back in the living room. Trumped by Disney again. I went looking for Megan.

Damn she looked good in that red dress. Gone was all the baby weight and it looked like she'd had her hair done. She was just finishing up putting lipstick on when she saw my reflection in the mirror watching her.

"You sticking around tonight?"

"Probably," was my quick reply.

"Well, then I won't need a babysitter after all." She picked up her cell and it looks like cancelled the sitter. Then she looked at her watch.

"Gotta go. He'll be here any minute." Now that took me aback. 

"Where you going?"

"Out to dinner."

"I thought we'd talk. You know about where we're going."

"You made it perfectly clear that you were moving on without me so, that's what I'm doing."

"Hey, I didn't say I was divorcing you right now."

"Now, later, what's the difference?" A horn beeped. "That's my ride," she said racing downstairs. "Love you guys," she said kissing both. "Be good for your father." Racing towards the door. "I shouldn't be too late but I'm not sure," she said racing for the door. 

Outside was a stretch limousine. She never looked back and just opened the back door and got in.

"Megan!" I yelled out but never got a reply. Now what?

That was the longest three and a half hours I ever spent. I would look out the window every so often hoping against hope she'd be out there. It wasn't until almost 10:15 before her ride pulled onto the driveway. I watched from behind the drapes as she got out and then leaned back in before shutting the door and waving. I hurried over to the couch.

"Oh, hi," she said almost like she hadn't expected me to be there when she got home. "Boys give you any trouble?"

"No good as gold as usual. You have fun tonight?"

"Yeah, had a good time but I'm tired and need to get some sleep." With that she walked upstairs leaving me in the living room with all the lights on. "If you're leaving, turn off the lights on your way out," she yelled down the stairs. I wasn't going anywhere.

I found her getting undressed in the guest room. 

"Do you mind," she said, shielding herself with the dress she'd taken off."

"Megan, I've seen you naked before."

"That's when we were married but..." she started to say.

"Megan, we're still married if you haven't noticed."

"For now." I didn't like what she'd just said. "Steve, just leave. Why don't you go to your new bedroom and do whatever." With that she headed for the bathroom.

"Crap!" This was not going like I'd planned. I moved back home.

Megan went out about every third night. The limousine would pick her up and head to who knows where. I tried to get a good look at the guy in the back seat but it was usually dark. When she came back I looked for hickeys or to see how disheveled she was but nothing looked out of the ordinary.

On Saturday when she got back about 1:00 am. I was waiting up for her.

"Megan, we need to talk." She kept walking. "Megan!" I said following her up to her new bedroom.

"Steve, what do you want? You said it all that morning over breakfast and you're right, I was a stupid beach. I tried to make it right, but it looks like I took it too far and ruined our marriage. I accept that and we're both moving on. I'll sign the divorce papers when they're ready. I'm looking for a place for the boys and me and should be out of your hair probably next month. So, if you don't mind, I'm tired and the boys will be up and expecting breakfast tomorrow morning." I went to my bedroom.

Monday I was a bastard to everyone.

"What the hell's wrong with you? Not getting any yet?"

"Megan's is dating some rich guy."

"When did this all happen?"

"Couple of weeks ago. The worst thing, is that I'm baby sitting our boys while she's doing it."

"There is a word for guys like you," she said chucking. "You got the papers ready?"

"Yea, in my desk at home but I'm debating giving them to her."

"You looking at trying to get back together? Even with what she's doing?"

"I'm not sure about anything. I only know that I'm miserable without her."

"You're miserable with her and miserable without her. Make up your damn mind one way or another."

"I plan on talking to her tonight after the boys are asleep."

"Good luck, you're going to need it," Carol said walking back to her office.

Dinner was quiet. The boys kept watching us noticing we no longer talked to one another. After the dishes were done I followed her up to her room while the boys watched a video I'd started.

"Megan, we need to talk."

"Steve, we've had this discussion before and nothing has changed. I'm moving on why aren't you?"

"How about if I don't want to move on?" she stopped and turned to actually face me.

"What happened to, I'm moving on?"

"Things change."

"Well, not for me. You wanted me out and the boys and I are leaving."

"You're not taking my sons with you!"

"Who's going to stop me? You?"

"Look, before we let this spin out of control, let's talk. Maybe to a counselor."

"I don't need a marriage counselor, I need a new husband," Megan said, pushing it to the maximum. If Steve caved, she could back off and still have the upper hand. "Besides, what am I going to tell my new boyfriend? He wants me to move in with him next week."

"Fuck him! You're my wife until I say so. And, if I see that damn limousine pull up in my driveway one more time, he and I are going to have words."

Bingo, she had her husband back and he'd been the one to insist she stay. 

"So it's settled. You and the boys aren't going anywhere and tomorrow you move all your shit back into our bedroom. Understand?"

"Yes sir," Megan said with a laugh as she saluted Steve." Just then there was a honk outside on the driveway.

"Son of a bitch. You were going out with him again tonight!" I was fuming. "You stay here, your ex-boyfriend and I are going to have a little chat."

"Steve don't..." Megan said following him down the stairs and out the front door. When Steve reached the limousine he flung open the back door. 

"Megan isn't going anywhere with you tonight or ever again. So if you know what's good for you, you'll leave now and not come back! You understand asshole?" His father stepped out of the back seat.

"You mean I can't take my favorite daughter out to dinner once in a while?" Steve looked at his smiling father and a now scared Megan.

"Now Steve, don't get mad. This was your dad's idea and I just went along with it when you started to mention divorce. Like I said, I'm sorry I was such a bitch..." is all she got out.

Steve grabbed Megan around the waist and threw her over his shoulder. "Dad, go home. I've got this," he said without turning around as he carried Megan up the stairs telling his sons to be good and he'd see them a little later. Throwing her on the bed he locked the door.

"Look, your dad said I had to make you think I was moving on. I told him it was a stupid idea and that I didn't want to trick you into staying," she said watching me take my shirt then pants off. "Are you even listening to me?"

"Nope," was the last thing he said for the next hour. That's not to say the bedroom was quiet. Luckily I'd put in a solid core oak door to cut down on the noise.

"Are you mad?" Megan asked when we'd finally finished.

"I'm not happy to have been played. And you were right, you were a bitch."

"Sorry," she said kissing his lower lip.

"If you ever and I mean ever put me through what you did for the last three weeks, I'll take that envelope out of my desk and give it to you myself. Now, let's see if you can work your magic once more.' She did and then they did.




Fantasy Becomes Reality



Si months later Megan was vacuuming the living room and den when she stopped to move the chair behind Steve's desk. I wonder... she thought to herself as she pulled open the top desk drawer. There was the manila envelope. She pulled it out. Just a peek, she thought as she lifted the flap and started to pull out the stack of paper.

Alarms went off, the lights in the room started flashing and for some reason she couldn't stuff the papers back into the envelope. She yanked them out and saw the little wire of the transmitter had been broken. She threw it on the floor and squashed it with her heel. Everything went quiet. She wiped the sweat from her brow as her two sons looked on. 

"Sorry boys, mommy set off the smoke detector alarm. They went back to their movie and I shoved everything back into the envelope.

That night in bed, I asked if she'd had a good day.

"Just a boring day of housework that's all," Megan said playing with the hairs on my chest. "Steve honey, we're still good right?"

I kissed the top of her head. "Right as rain."

"In that case, why don't you throw out those old divorce papers in your desk?"

"I guess it's probably time. Remember when you said that if you ever got to the point of having to read them our marriage was over?"

"Well yeah."

"That's when I set it up that if you ever opened the envelope and read them, it would trigger a software program that would automatically file the papers with the clerk of the court. Glad I didn't have to explain that one." Megan's heart started racing.

"Honey, actually there was one thing that happened today maybe we should talk about..." Megan was thankful now that their bedroom door was sound proof. 

In the end, no one cheated. No one got divorced and they both learned a hard lesson about communication. Not the B.T.B. story it started out to be but what the hell... I had my 10 back and I was still only a 6 ½ ... I came out the winner.



Fantasy Becomes Reality



Angie is a very attractive woman. She has beautiful fire red hair that is wavy and past her waist. She stands all of 5'2 and weighs 110lbs if that. She has perfect 34 B tits, which at 30 (though she doesn't look a day over 21) still stand just as perky as they were in high school. Her eyes appear to shine with intensity as they take in her surroundings, a magnificent, burning, deep purple. So deep you might vie to make her see you. And oh, when she does peer at you from under those smooth eyelids, giving you her full attention, and her eyes connect with yours, she can make you feel as if you want to look further, to dive deep into those passionate depths. The pools of violet can have you longing to make her smile or laugh, one so as that it will reach those eyes and make them light up and sparkle with happiness. 

A small, well-formed nose, high, aristocratic cheekbones lead to that sweet smile. That smile, with full, pouty, deep red lips that rest between two slight dimples, she can make the strongest mans heart flutter like a weak butterfly inside his chest. To watch her seductive lips part in a slight but gentle smile, could melt the iciest of hearts. 

Her complexion is flawless, the smoothest, prettiest olive complexion, which was unusual for a red head to not be pale and freckled, and not one freckles dares flaw her perfect little body. Angie could have been a model if she was just taller, but she was happy being short. It got her lots of attention, and that she thrived on. Her body was perfectly proportioned except her butt was a little on the ghetto side. That was okay with her because she received many of compliments on her round behind. 

When she walks into a room, her tiny but perfect figure seems to float about. Her clothing always mold to every dip and grove of her body, without showing a single sign of imperfection. Her graceful curves are accentuated by her every movement. 

She's also the cutest and spunkiest little thing you have ever met, and you just can't help but be drawn to her. Angie was just one of those people that everyone loved to be around. Everyone knew she was beautiful, you couldn't miss it, but Angie never let on one bit that she was pretty or ever acted like she was any better than anyone else. Everyone in her eyes were just as beautiful as she was. People often laughed and commented that she had to have either been a fairy, sprite, or pixie reincarnated as a human. 

The thing about Angie that made her the object of most men's and even the women's desires was the rumor that she had the most insatiable appetite for sex. Most every man and woman that knew Angie or even came in the briefest contact with her couldn't help but to fantasize about having her gorgeous, petite body wiggling in ecstasy as they pleasured every part of her. 

Everyone knew that Angie kept her sex life to herself. There was only one person that any of her friends knew that had actually had sex with Angie. He was one of the first people to meet her when she was new to the city. Of course he bragged to everyone, that like most red heads she was a wild thing in bed, and could not be tamed. He told everyone that she wanted sex constantly, and that she would be in heaven if she could get laid 24/7. That just made everyone want her more. He also let it slip that Angie was into showing off and loved taking the risk of having sex in public and getting caught, that it would send her into super intense orgasms. She loved kinky wild sex, the type that you pounded her so hard you thought you were going to break her little body in half. 

The more he told about his and Angie's sex life the more everyone wanted her, and made them try even harder to get in her pants. But, you could see in his eyes that his flame for Angie had never died, and he blamed himself for them not working out, because he said that he just couldn't satisfy her wild side. That she wanted more than he could bring himself to do. He was not comfortable with her outrageous sexual adventures. So they parted ways, but still remained friends. That was the last and only relationship that any of her friends knew about. Guess that was another thing that drew people to her, was the secret life they knew she had to lead. If it was true on what Bret said about her constantly wanting and needing sex they new she had to be getting it somewhere. If her friends only knew, the life she led behind closed doors......



Angie knew what was going to happen that night. She had a gut feeling that Sergio was going to make her fantasy come true. She had been anticipating this surprise for months now. Her body tingled all over as she thought about her fantasy. She packed her bags getting ready for the weekend. Geo had called earlier in the week and told her they were going away for the weekend and to be ready for him by 6pm Friday evening. Angie checked her clock again and it was only five. She was about to go nuts waiting for the time to pass. 

"Will six ever get here?" she said to an empty house. 

Angie went through the house again just to make sure she had grabbed everything she would need. As she walked through the empty house she ran her hands along the edges of the furniture and closed her eyes. She could already feel his lusty hands feeling all over her body. God sex with Geo has been wonderful, but he wasn't around enough for her sexual desires. Angie wanted sex everyday and several times a day if she could get it. But, she had long ago given up on finding a man that could keep up with her prowess. So she settled for great sex, but just couldn't get it as much as she wanted. 

Angie sighed. She closed her eyes again as she sat on the couch. She smiled as she remembered the last time her and Geo were together. Her hand slipped inside her shorts in the memory. She began to play with her hood ring and rubbed it in a circular motion against her clit. She moaned at the stimulation, and started to bring back that night in her mind, as she played with herself. 

Angie and Geo had decided to go out to a club and dance. Well, that isn't exactly what happened. Angie had been in one of her feisty moods that night and was hornier than normal. She grinded her ass into Geo's crotch as they danced. She new this turned him on more than he was willing to admit. Angie could feel him growing hard against her ass. She continued to tease him as they danced, she was showing off that night, and had worn extremely revealing clothing. Her top tied in the middle and showed plenty of her perky chest, and the shirt was so thin that her nipples were clearly visible beneath the flimsy material. Her skirt came just below her plump, round ass, if she wasn't careful she would easily flash the whole club her privates. She wasn't wearing panties, she new this turned Geo on. 

He loved to show her off, his pride swelling as the men and women in the club ogled her, knowing she was with him. He looked down at his little pixie and couldn't help but get aroused with her little butt grinding into him. She danced away from him and was dancing more seductively than he had ever seen her dance. 

Geo thought to himself, "Oh yeah, she IS hornier than normal, alomst on fire tonight." 

He knew that she was soaking wet. When she sauntered her hot little ass back over to him, he leaned over and slid his hand between her legs. Oh no panties tonight, now he knew she was just squirming to be fucked, long and hard, and his guess was correct she was soaking wet. Angie moaned as she felt Geo's hand slip between her legs and rub around her throbbing pussy. Angie was about to explode. She looked up at Geo and saw that he knew she was more than ready. He was teasing her on purpose, and she loved every minute of it. Geo suddenly grabbed her and pulled her off the floor. Angie was trying to figure out what he was about to do. She was suddenly drug to a dark table in the back corner of the club. 

Geo sat her down in the chair next to the wall and he took a seat in the corner. 

"How bad do you want to cum Angie?" he asked her. 

Angie looked over at Sergio kind of in shock. He had never talked to her this way before in public. 

She bit her bottom lip and barely above a whisper answered back, "So badly I can taste it." 

Geo smiled and reached over and slipped his hand up her skirt and began to rub up and down her little slit. Angie closed her eyes and bit down on her bottom lip harder as Geo's fingers explored the wetness between her legs. His fingers then slipped inside her. Angie groaned and leaned her head back against the wall as Geo's fingers pumped in and out of her pussy, harder and faster. 

Geo felt her muscles contract around his fingers and knew Angie was ready to cum. He shifted his position so he could get his fingers in her more easily and let one pussy juice soaked finger slide down and inserted the tip into her little neither hole. He heard her gasp as he did this. Angie began to buck her hips forward trying to get more of Geo's practiced fingers inside her. Geo knew what she wanted and suddenly shoved his fingers hard inside her. That was it, Angie went over the edge and cried out loud as she came.

The other customers of the club around them turned and looked. Angie was flushed by the excitement of having an orgasm right there in an open club. It still had her tingling. Geo leaned over and took her hand and placed it on his cock. Angie wide eyed looked at Geo. He had not just placed her hand on his hard cock inside his pants. While he was getting her off he had managed to pull his raging hard on out of his pants. Angie was touching the bare flesh of his magnificent rod. She shivered with excitement, just thinking about getting caught made her all wet again. Geo had been so turned on watching Angie's face as she came all over his fingers that he couldn't help but get hard. 

He leaned over and whispered in her ear. "Come here sweet thing and sit on my lap." 

Angie grinned from ear to ear and she eagerly crawled into his lap pausing just long enough for Geo to place the head of his cock at the opening of her sopping wet slit. She then lowered herself down onto his rigid member. It was everything she could do to keep from moaning loudly as she felt him spread her wide. 

Angie had never been with anyone that was as big as Geo. He was ten inches long and had a width of three and a half. God she loved his cock. Geo grabbed her hips and started rocking her back and forth on his cock. Angie was in pure bliss. She loved risky sex. Geo felt her muscles start to contract again around his already overly hard prick. He was more turned on by having public sex than he thought was possible. He was harder than he had ever been. 

Angie leaned back against Sergio and he continued to rock her back and forth on hip lap. His cock was sliding back and forth across her cervix; it was driving both him and her nuts. But, he wanted it to last. He noticed several couples watching them as he fucked what he thought was the best looking girl in the house. Angie was lost in her own little world and didn't care who saw or watched. Geo liked being watched. He noticed several people playing with each other or themselves as they watched him rock Angie in his lap. He realized that Angie must be completely exposed as short as her dress was and the way she was sitting in his lap. He then reached around and started flicking her clit. Now he definitely knew she was exposed to everyone watching them. He started rubbing her clit faster trying to get Angie to orgasm one more time. He knew he wasn't going to last much longer with the excitement of being watched.

Angie felt one of her most intense orgasms begin to hit her when Geo reached around and started rubbing her clit. She couldn't hold back any longer. She began to moan and felt her muscles contract tighter than they ever had before. She lifted her head and noticed several people watching which made her cum harder. She then felt Geo's cock start pulsing inside her. She noticed he was harder than she had ever felt before. Suddenly Geo gripped her hips roughly and started forcing her hips faster back and forth in his lap. She felt his body tense up as his dick pulsed harder and harder in her. 

He whispered again in her ear, "I hope you enjoyed that. I sure as hell did. I don't think I've ever felt that tight little pussy of yours contract that hard against my cock." 

Angie whispered back, "And I Mr. Geo sir have never felt your cock get that hard." 

They both laughed. 

"Hey lets get out of here, before it gets too intense in here." Geo said. 

Angie looked around and noticed all the hungry faces staring at them. She nodded yes and got up and waited for Geo to get himself adjusted. They smiled at everyone as they walked out of the club. Angie could feel Geo's cum running down her leg as she got into the car. They both looked at each other and died laughing. 

To be continued........



Fantasy Becomes Reality



She finally surrendered to my fantasy, and got such pleasure from the experience she now cannot abstain. My wife and I have been married 9 years. She is an incredibly sexy Italian brunette with blue eyes at about 5'7" and 120 lbs. Our lovemaking has always been incredible as we are both very sexual. She has a wild streak that she sometimes allows to surface, and when it does she drives me insane. She turns off her emotions and simply focuses on pleasuring me with what she calls a "straight out fuck." She is always intent on making sure she puts on a great show, and loves driving me insane with her seduction. It was this wild side of her that created a fantasy in my mind of her giving a stranger this treatment while I watch.

About 2 years ago I shared this fantasy with her during one of her wild moments. She told me to imagine I was watching her suck another guys cock, and put on quite a show complete with tongue lapping and plenty of slurping. It was incredible to watch. Later, however, she admitted that she could never go through with the real thing given that she takes marriage seriously. However, she would be happy to play out my fantasy in my mind from time to time. She did just that multiple times over the next 16-18 months, and each time it got wilder. She even went out and purchased a vibrator quite different from her normal one so that she could feel something quite "different and strange" as she put it. After using it she told me it felt incredibly real as if a cock were actually filling her. Toward the end of that 16-18 months she would actually imagine that my cock was someone else's, and she found that to be an incredible turn-on. But still, she told me she could never bring herself to make it reality for the same reasons as before.

I respected her decision, but still the fantasy drove me crazy and I knew that she was intrigued by it as well. I decided I would not force her, but that there was something I could do to allow her to make the decision herself albeit with some assistance. I called a few erotic ads in the local newspaper looking for the right guy. I met with a few until I found the one that was everything she would want. His name was Enrique. He was from Spain, and was built very nicely about 6'2" and 200 lbs. It was obvious when I met him that he was her type with his olive complexion and green eyes, but once I heard his accent I knew he was a keeper. I hired him to come over Saturday night and dance/strip for my wife. He also did sensual massage, which I also paid for. I showed him a picture of my wife and told him my situation. It was totally up to her what happened, and he promised that nothing would happen without her 100% approval. We shook hands, and parted ways until Saturday.

While I waited for our surprise guest, my wife and I sat on the couch watching music videos and drinking wine. Wine always has a tendency to loosen her up, and I wanted her very loose on this occasion. Enrique arrived promptly at 9:00pm. I brought him into the living room and introduced him. I told her that it was a surprise for her recent promotion at work. He sat next to her on the couch and chatted for a few minutes while I sat across the room. Their chatter soon became whispers in one another's ears, nods of approval, and giggles. I could not hear anything he was saying, but could tell from her actions that it wasn't bothering her in the least. After about 10 minutes of interaction, Enrique looked at me across the room and asked if I would mind them going somewhere more private. I looked at my wife and said 'if it's okay with you honey." She smiled and responded by grabbing his hand and leading him upstairs toward the bedroom.

Once they were inside I could hear soft Latin music, a favorite of for my wife. I couldn't help myself from walking up the stairs to try to hear something, but I couldn't as the door was shut and the music was loud enough to overwhelm any other possible noises within the room. I went back downstairs and waited. About 15 minutes later, I heard the door open and then close again with the sound of the locking mechanism immediately afterward. I went up the stairs to see if what happened, and found Maria's black thong lying outside the door. The music was now much lower to were I could barely hear it. I went over and recovered the thong. The crotch was completely moist and filled with her scent. As I stood outside the door I could clearly make out those all so familiar slurping sounds followed by silence, and then more slurping. My cock was now rock hard in my jeans as I listened intently, and caught familiar whiffs of her fragrance rising off her panties. I could see her pretty little face in my mind, and knew he was enjoying everything she was giving him. 

After several minutes of quiet, I heard Maria moan loudly followed shortly thereafter by the sound of our headboard hitting the wall. Her moans grew in intensity as the headboard continued battering the wall. Five, ten, fifteen minutes of continued knocking. My heart was beating quickly knowing that just a few feet away behind a locked door my wife was both fucking and getting fucked. It was the height of erotica that I had fantasized about now being reality. 

To my surprise, the door suddenly opened and Maria caught me standing right there holding her thong in my hand. She left the door open about a foot and walked back into the room. It was now quiet inside. I then heard the shower start and the bathroom door inside our bedroom close. Maria loved having sex in the shower, and I knew that was her end-game if Enrique could still perform. I entered the room slowly. It smelled of sex; sweat, perfume, and bodily fluids. Clothes were strewn over the floor; both his and hers alike. I stood inside the room for a few minutes and then went back downstairs, still holding the thong in my hand. 

Enrique and Maria remained upstairs for about forty-five minutes to an hour before making their way back downstairs. Enrique didn't say anything to me as Maria led him to the door. I watched as she French kissed him at the door before he left. She then walked back into the room and motioned for me to follow her upstairs. She led me back in to the bedroom and proceeded to give me the blowjob of my life complete with details on how his cock felt and tasted, showing me in detail everything she claimed to have done to him. I exploded in her mouth in minutes, and she just smiled.

Since that day seven months ago, Maria has went to clubs, parties, and just generally out (on dates) without me. Every time she does, she comes home, hands me her panties, and gives me an incredible blowjob. I have to admit I now sometimes get jealous knowing she is seeing some of the same guys over and over, but I know I created this and must live with the result. And, she continues to blow my mind after each and every encounter. 



Fantasy Becomes Reality



Names changed for anonymity.

Ken's wife had gone to her sisters with the kids for a long weekend in the school holidays to keep everyone out of the way while Ken demolished an internal wall. They let their friends know of these plans when during a bbq at their house their friends proposed a return bbq for the date in question. Ken's wife jokingly suggested that her friend's bbq should still go ahead otherwise Ken probably wouldn't have anything to eat. So Tom and Jane, who lived close by, invited Ken to their bbq along with his friend Col who planned to help with the wall. 

Ken and Col got through the wall in quick time, possibly spurred on by knowing they would soon be seeing Jane on a hot summer's afternoon. Col was 39 like Ken and both carried some extra weight although Col more than Ken. He was single but had had his share of girlfriends despite not having good looks, and sometimes looked a bit creepy in his black rimmed spectacles. The two guys often spoke about Jane when they were alone, following a bbq a few years ago when Col first met her. 

Tom and Jane also had 2 kids although they were a little younger than Ken's. Tom was a year older than Ken and Col, while Jane was 35 the same age as Ken's wife. Unlike his wife though who was very overweight, flat-chested, not particularly good looking, and often difficult to engage in conversation except when she and Jane were alone, Jane was quite good looking, with a delightful cherubic face, hair short at the back and a little longer at the sides and kind of curling under to frame her pretty face as seems to be the fashion just now, a nice shapely figure despite being not much over 5 feet tall, shapely legs with a bit of lady muscle on her calves and quads, a great pair of tits that Col and Ken estimated must be a 38d, usually with a good helping of cleavage always on display, and a great friendly personality to boot.

The guys showered, separately, and in shorts and summer vests and casual footwear made their way to Tom and Jane's for the late afternoon bbq. Tom was just starting the bbq when they got there and also dressed in shorts and vest, their two kids were running around and then Jane came out of the kitchen to say hi. At first it looked as though she had shorts on too but it soon became clear that she had a short skirt on, shorter than Ken had seen her wear a skirt before, he estimated that it was probably as high as halfway between her knees and pussy. She also had a white vest on that not only showed cleavage but clearly didn't have a bra underneath it. 

Jane had realised she was showing more than usual but had received Tom's approval on how she looked and decided that as it was her home she would wear what she felt comfortable in on such a warm day. She also realised that Ken and Col might throw some glances her way, being the only woman there, and had secretly admitted to herself that she would be flattered by approving looks. 

Comments were made about how hot and sunny it was, and then Col and Ken told them about their demolition experience, making sure they got a good look at Jane whenever they could.

As the day went on, Ken, Col and Tom got through a lot of Buds with Jane having an occasional glass of white wine, sometimes with a splash of lemonade. They all sat in the conservatory talking and drinking after Jane had cleared away kitchenware and the guys had helped Tom clear up the bbq. As the evening got a little cooler they all went inside, Jane asking if anyone minded her switching on a 3rd world documentary she wanted to watch. They took their drinks indoors and Tom and Col sat on the three-seater sofa so Ken sat on the end of the two-seater one, Jane eventually sitting at the other end after taking the kids up to bed. Her feet and legs under her as she sat, causing her shapely legs to look even more attractive.    

"If you two were gentlemen you'd let me rest my legs on that sofa, I've been on my feet all day," she said to Tom and Col.    

"It would be a bit squashed with us three on that sofa," Tom replied, obviously used to sitting in his current position.

"You can put your feet across me if you like," Ken bravely offered. 

"Thank you, at least there's one gentleman in the house," Jane surprised Ken by taking up his offer. 

Now, Ken had fancied the pants off Jane for years but never had any physical contact with her other than kisses on the cheek at dinner evenings or special occasions.

With his drink in his left hand he placed his right hand on her shin just below the knee. No objections were received by anyone. Jane appreciated the chance to stretch out her legs, feeling as though she'd been running around as servant to the three guys and her kids all afternoon, and she also quite liked the feel of a hand on her leg, especially as it didn't seem to bother her husband sat nearby. And why should it, she thought, after all they had been friends with Ken and his wife for many years now and were good friends.

After a short while Ken began gently moving his fingers in a massaging way and again no objections were received. The room layout, using a clock to explain, was such that Jane and Ken were facing into the room with the TV at the far end at 11o'clock, Tom and Col at right angles to them as at 2 o'clock. Tom and Col had the TV at 2 o'clock from them, and Jane and Ken at their 9 o'clock, so any looking towards Jane and Ken was signified by head movement that way.

Ken gave Jane's knee a tickle to which she responded with a little flex of the knee like trying to displace a fly, and gave Ken a little smile too. Ken then rested his hand on her knee with his fingers gently massaging again, stopping whenever the guys looked their way but not moving away from Jane's knee. As the programme became interesting, and fewer glances came their way Ken let his hand slowly move up Jane's leg in gradual stages, none of which brought an objection or reaction. His wrist was now in contact with the material of Jane's skirt and his fingers on the inside of her left leg about halfway up her leg from her knee. Jane told herself that Ken shouldn't be doing this but she felt a little excitement as his fingers touched her, and she decided she wouldn't put a halt to this just yet. Perhaps without the wine she wouldn't have even put her legs across him, and perhaps without their beers Tom would have made a remark or Ken may even not had done what he'd done. 

Everyone still had their eyes on the TV so Ken looked at Jane and eased her skirt higher with his wrist as his fingers stroked further up her leg. Jane smiled at him but quickly placed her hand onto her skirt and against his hand to stop him where he was, without pushing further away though. A little game followed where Ken would stay where he was until her hand relaxed then he would try moving further up, each time her hand firmly stopping him yet not pushing him away, resulting in him gradually getting further up her leg and indeed her skirt was rising too. As Tom moved to look their way and make a comment on the programme Ken quickly moved his hand back to her knee but moved it back into place as soon as he looked away again. Except he actually moved it higher still. Jane was smiling as she faced the TV, partly because of the tickling feeling and partly because of the silly game that was being played. Jane placed her hand on her skirt to block Ken, but he estimated that his hand must have only been about half an inch from her panties now. In fact he could now see a small glimpse of them, pale yellow with some sort of pattern on them. This continued a while, Ken moving down when anyone moved their head, and then sliding back up with Jane blocking him. 

There was a break in the programme and Tom said "right, what are we doing folks, watching the rest or going to bed?."

"I don't mind either way I'm shattered and drunk, so falling asleep whatever," Col replied honestly, referring to his physical exertions earlier in the day.

The three guys were certainly drunk and Jane was a little drunk too although hadn't consumed as much as the guys.

"Aaww I want to watch this," Jane complained. 

"I'm enjoying it too," Ken replied. Probably only Jane knowing what he was really enjoying.

"Well I cant keep my eyes open, I'm going to bed as I've got to get up early tomorrow anyway," Tom stated.

"Make sure Jane locks up when you go," Tom said as he left the room.

"Charming, leave me alone down here with two strange men," Jane remarked light heartedly.

Col laid out on his sofa, meaning Jane and Ken were now at 7 o'clock from his view, even better Ken thought.

As the programme resumed so did the game of leg feeling. But now Ken was using his left hand too, occasionally tugging at the inside of Jane's left leg to cause her legs to part as he felt up the inside of her left leg with his right hand. She continued to smile and still block his hand although he felt that he must be getting to within a fraction of an inch from her panties. The feeling of her smooth and shapely legs had given Ken a hard on and Jane began to realise this as there were times when Ken pulled her leg towards him and she wasn't very quick in moving it back sometimes. Jane also realised that her nipples were becoming prominent and therefore easily identifiable under the two bulges appearing in her vest. Ken had noticed this too. 

Eventually on one quick slide upwards, the outside of his little finger hit her panties. Jane feigned a shocked expression as though to silently warn him off. After another 3 sequences of relax, hit, defend, sometimes with fingertip contact rather than the side of his hand, met with Jane's scolding expression, they heard Col snore. 

"Are you asleep Col?," Ken asked, with no reply. 

Jane and Ken smiled at each other. Jane thinking of Col being shattered after his manual labour earlier in the day, Ken thinking he could up the ante in his game with Jane.

He began to feel both her legs with both hands, his left covering ankles to knees and his right from knees as far up as I could go. 

"Stop it," she whispered.

He put his right arm around her shoulders and moved himself to kiss her. She smiled and tried to move her head back but Ken held her in position to land his kiss on her lips. He then moved to kiss her again but as he approached he pulled her left leg towards himself, and in the temporary parting quickly darted his hand between her legs clamping over her panties and pressing her mound. She gasped and tried gripping her legs together but all that did was trap his hand in the position it was already at. With her husband and children upstairs and his friend on the sofa a few feet away she was trying not to make any noises although she considered screaming as Ken rubbed her pussy lips and began pressing a finger into her warm opening through her panties. Her right hand gripping his wrist was unable to pull him away, and Ken mistakenly felt sure her heavier breathing and wriggling movements beneath him were an indication of her arousal. He first pressed one finger then another onto her flesh at the side of her panties before slipping them both under the soft material to feel her warm pussy lips and then her welcoming wet entrance.

"Oooooohhhh, nooooo," she squealed almost breathlessly into his mouth as their lips remained locked together.

She became unable to contain her soft moans and gentle bucking movements as his fingers eased further and further into her, wanting him to stop but realising her movements may be giving another signal. Her small panties conveniently folding to the side as Ken secured an unobstructed entry. He began to ease his legs from under her, gradually pushing his legs between hers, taking a quick glance at his fingers in her sweet little neatly trimmed and soft pussy, smiling at her as he noticed her nipples had become fully erect under her vest. Jane's expression wasn't as enthusiastic as she tried to wriggle free and push him off. 

"Noooo, we cant," Jane whispered as he began to push his shorts down.

"Its alright darling," he tried reassuring her, as he guided his cock to her cute little entrance.

"No, please, not here, we cant," Jane continued, trying to be the faithful wife and mother that she was.

Her expression changed and her mouth opened as she felt his cock twitch as it made contact with her entrance and then her eyes widened too as it began its penetration of her. Her objections were forgotten by Ken now as she moaned a succession of "ohh, ohhh" as he slowly moved all the way into her, feeling her smooth soft warm inner thighs with the tops of his, the warm soft wetness of her cunt tightly around his cock. Jane wanted to stop, didn't want this to happen, didn't want to be seen by Col or Tom, yet realised her breathing and bodily reactions weren't those of violent objection. Ken pushed her vest upwards as he started to slowly fuck her, groping at the fantastic breasts that he'd longed to get hold of for so long. With the fucking and groping she was receiving she was finding it hard to control herself, her pelvis legs and back moving as she gasped enjoyment at the feel of his cock inside her and the fondling of her breasts and pinching of nipples. 

It wasn't the most comfortable of places on the sofa so Ken decided to finish her from behind. Surprising her by his withdrawal, making her wonder if he had come to his senses and was about to apologise, Jane sensed relief and relaxed a little, only to find herself being roughly turned around and having her panties pulled off. Ken admired how pretty and brief they were, this sure was a sexy lady he thought to himself. 

Pulling her around he made sure the skirt ended up around her waist, keeping her partly on the sofa, leaning over a cushion and staying far enough on so that her knees remained off the floor, which helped keep her little legs extended so her toes could make contact with the floor to steady her. He pushed her vest up and off, admiring the sexy naked body below him all but for the small skirt looking like a belt now around her waist. Jane struggled again, but Ken was too strong for her. Forcing her legs to part and kneeling behind her he found their positioning was perfect and easily pushed into her making her grip the cushion and moan face down into it.  Sliding his hands round to the front of her gave an even better feel of her superb tits as he started to fuck her harder and harder. She was unable to contain her moans and at this point Ken glanced sideways to Col who was now awake and looking wide mouthed at the sight to the side of him.  Ken gestured for him to be quiet and continued fucking Jane, trying to make out it wasn't the first time as he'd told Col he'd had her once before.

Col gestured if he could have a go and Ken nodded, gesturing him again to be quiet. With Jane's head in the cushion she didn't notice Col stripping off and holding his erect cock. Ken smiled as he approached coming, knowing that Col's cock was bigger than his and he was pretty sure his was bigger than Tom's. He tried getting Jane to say something.

"Where do you want me to come darling, do you want me to fuck you or do you want to swallow?."

He knew from comments her and his wife had made that neither seemed to "admit" to liking the thought of swallowing.

"Which darling," he pressed.

"Ohh, no, please," Jane answered breathlessly between each thrust. 

"Which darling," he repeated.

"Ohh, ohh, fuck me," Jane whispered, electing the least of two evils in her mind.

"Mmmm, you like me fucking you don't you darling?," not wanting or getting an answer as this was more for Col's benefit.

Col and Ken smiled at each other and after another 4 or 5 hard slaps into her and a good grip on her overflowing tits he finally pumped his load into her.

Col got into position behind her as her body heaved after her exertions.

"Oh no, what are you doing," Jane half heartedly enquired.

"Huh?," Jane reacted, presumably wondering how his cock was suddenly erect again.

Col let out a groan, which was understandable as he was now running his hands over the best body he's ever likely to feel, Ken thought, and as Jane looked round Ken tried to offer her reassurance that it was ok, as she suddenly realised Col was no longer on the other sofa.

"No, no, don't," Jane naturally said as she bucked and wriggled before Col got her under his control and began to stretch her entrance.

"Oooooh, oooohh, oooooooooh," Jane called loudly, loudly enough for Ken to start correcting his clothing and sit down in case Tom heard and came to investigate.

He wondered what Tom's reaction might be, walking into the room and seeing him seemingly asleep while his almost fully naked wife was being hard fucked from behind by Col.

Jane continued reacting to Col's thick cock as he clearly enjoyed ramming it all the way into her, his hands looking like there were eight of them as they eagerly raced over as much as Jane's body as they could. Her back, legs, buttocks, sides, shoulders arms and breasts.

Ken took her left hand and placed it on his cock after pulling the front of his shorts down just enough for it to pop out, and pleasingly Jane held onto it allowing him easy access to lean forward to kiss her and feel her left tit. 

"Oh fuck, I can't hold out much longer, she's fantastic" Col gasped.

"Let me feel your cunt," he added, sliding his hands around her hips to the front of her legs.

"Oh yes, that's beautiful," Col added, looking like a true dog fucking doggy style. Ken wondered what he was doing with his fingers.

Jane's legs began to move and Col looked at Ken like he'd won a major competition, hearing her approach an orgasm, knowing he'd made her come. This was more than he could bear and he instantly shot his load into her, Jane actually continuing pumping herself against his cock as she savoured every moment of her orgasm.

They turned her over and pulled her skirt off, Tom having made no show to disrupt their enjoyment. 

They took turns kissing her as both ran hands over her naked sexy body, feeling her wet cunt, her trimmed pussy, her shapely legs and soft stomach and above all her fantastic tits.

They finally stopped, Jane refusing to agree to a date for another threesome.

Col never shut up on the way home about what a fantastic feeling it was to give her one. Ken tried to shield his agreement and tried to play on the lie that he was already bedding her, by suggesting he'd ask about a threesome the next time he fucked her in the next week or two. 




I know some people will criticise this story, but hey if you don't want to read about such things the clue is in the title. I laugh at self righteous negative comments anyway.  



Fantasy Becomes Reality



Pauline and I have been married for eight years. We have always enjoyed a great sex life. I wouldn't say we were into anything that crazy. That is if you consider dressing up, role playing games and the experimentation with various sex toys that crazy. Each time we would play I made sure she would wear something sexy. Pauline is five foot nine and 127 pounds, and a great set of legs. With 36C cups, always perky nipples, blonde hair, blue eyes and above average looks she is made to wear all kinds of lingerie. 

We have always played equal role in bed unless we are role playing. It's was never planned but has ended up with me being the dominant and Pauline the submissive. I would be the boss and Pauline the employee about to be fired until she offered herself up to save her job. There was the cop and the DWI lady thrown in the slammer for the weekend until she convinced me she would do anything to be let go and not have her husband find out. Over the years we have devised a good number of situations. One of her favorites and the exception to the dominate submissive roles is the stripper and the stag party. 

Pauline always contended women deep down always wondered what it was like to be a whore. We got pretty elaborate with this role playing. We would frequent strip club so Pauline could watch the dancer and copy their routines. She would take special note if she saw me fixed of any of the ladies in action. Since she took dance from a young age through college she could memorize a number of routines in a night. It got to a point where she would combine the best and add her own touch, a toy here and a finger there. 

We would set the situation up well in advance. I would make reservations at a hotel during the week. We rarely went to the same place twice. Then I would call the service to arrange for a stripper. This was a call to Pauline at work. I would create different situations like looking for a stripper to entertain at a stag party for me and some business customers. Pauline would always ask a series of question to get it just right. What type of hair color, and type of show I was interested in. It would range from high school stripper to out and out slut with toys and the like. Once we settled on the particulars I would get the price. And I would have to pay. That was part of the excitement for Pauline. I guess it helped the slut whore fantasy and I didn't care since the money was going back into our checking account. 

On the night of the show I would text her the hotel and room number and wait. Once she arrived we went through introductions and payments. Then she would get down to business. Pauline would have a overnight bag filled with outfits and a radio CD player. Once she changed into her outfit the show began. She would put on a show lasting 20 to 30 minutes that makes me hard just thinking about it. At the end I would approach her about some extra entertainment. Once we established I wasn't a cop the next part of the game was on. The role playing was now on me since this was a stag party of one. I would play a different person and personality for each session. Negotiating what I could get and how much was up to Pauline. It all depended on her mood. Some nights she wanted to see how many times she could make me cum with her mouth. She loves cum and could swallow loads all night. There would also be straight fucking or half and half. When really in the mood I would fuck her ass all night long. After each session Pauline would put on another outfit and another show. The time would let me recover and would get my cock as hard again. The next morning we would continue almost till checkout. Being the slut she wouldn't shower getting dressed with dried cum over most of her body and leave before me. This was just good sexual fun and not to unusual but that changed about six months ago.

We went to a range of high class to seedy clubs. Going on vacation was the perfect opportunity to go to some new places. We were on a two week vacation driving to Florida with a stop at Myrtle Beach. Myrtle Beach the strip club capital of the world. We checked in bring just minimal luggage. Once settled in Pauline ask, "So what are the plans for tonight?" 

"I thought we could have a light dinner then go to this sleazy strip club I found out about from the guy at the front desk. After a number of drinks back to the hotel for some fun and games." 

"That sounds great! How do you feel about playing stripper slut? I brought my bag of stuff for our vacation." 

"I had another idea." 

I had been thinking about dominating her for a long time .She smiled and asked what I had in mind. I was going to wait till we got back to the room but the thought of starting now was better then I could have planned.

"We aren't really going to play a typical game. Tonight your going to be my wife Pauline and my whore. As my whore you will do what your told when you're told. Just to make sure you understand we'll make sure you look and act like a whore. I'll put out what you will wear tonight. You will be mine to use however I see fit. If you don't obey you will be taught a lesson like any common slut whore. When we get back I going to use you as my whore taking pleasure in having you, fucking your mouth, pussy, and ass." 

As I was telling her of what was going to happen she stared straight ahead slowly moving her hands over her body, feeling her breast with one hand as the other rubbed the inside of her thigh. Her eyes shut and she was getting off on the description what I planned. I walked behind her, held her to me and whispered in her ear. 

"You fucking slut did I say you were allowed to get yourself off?" 

Her eyes opened as she looked over her shoulder at me. "No I didn't have your permission." 

"Well then you need to learn a lesson. Take off your shorts and thong." 

Pauline quickly obeyed. Something was different. It was what I was hoping for, not like a game but my wife, as my slut whore and I was her pimp. 

"Now hold your hands above your head." 

When she was in position I gave her a half dozen cracks on the ass. She yelped and squirmed with each one but never lost her position. 

"Now take a shower. Put on some make up and make it heavy and sluttish. I want everyone to know you're my slut whore." 

A short time later Pauline emerged from the bathroom made up to perfection. She look like my wife but not my wife. She was transformed. 

"Am I made up to your liking?" 

She stood there waiting to be told what to do. 

"You sure are! This is what you will wear tonight." 

I put out a leather mini skirt, thigh high black stocking, four inch heels and a halter top. 

"What underwear do you want me to wear?" 

"Whore don't wear underwear. Since you're a whore you need to dress like a whore." 

Pauline dressed quickly. This was becoming so hot we skipped dinner and went straight to the club. While in the car I told her to pull her skirt up and play with herself but she was not allowed to cum. I made sure to pull next to every truck, van and SUV we passed allowing them to enjoy the show.

We pulled in to the parking lot and Pauline was out in a flash. I lagged behind to put my golf clubs in the trunk. That's when I noticed her bag of outfits and toys. That game could wait. Tonight she would be my whore. 

I caught up to her waiting by the door. Grabbing her arm I pulled her around the side and behind some bushes. 

"What do you think you're doing! Don't ever walk ahead of me. Whores walk behind their pimps. Do you understand!" 

"Yes, it wouldn't happen again.". 

Pulling her back to me I held her tight pressing my raging hard on against her ass. I slipped my hand under her skirt grabbing her wet pussy and whispered in her ear. 

"Now Pauline, tell me what are you?" 

"I'm a whore." 

"What kind of whore?" 

"I'm a slut whore." 

With that I slammed two finger into her dripping wet pussy and her body stiffened. 

"Whose slut whore are you?" 

"I'm your slut whore." 

Her entire body was shaking as she tried not to cum. 

"Now tell me what you will do for me." I started to finger her faster and faster. 

"I will do anything you tell me to do. I'm a whore! I'm a slut whore." 

I whispered "You can cum.". 

Pauline tried to keep her voice down. I had to look around to make sure no one was in the parking lot. 

"I'm a fucking slut whore, a fucking slut whore..." 

The orgasm was huge. Her gush hit the macadam and splattered on her shoes. As she finished I held my hand to her mouth. "Clean me off, slut." She did eagerly sucking her cum from my fingers. I spun her around and push her to her knees. 

"Now take my cock out and blow me."

Once my cock was out of my pants Pauline didn't hesitate taking as much of it in her mouth as she could. The wetter it got the more she took until it was buried down her throat. 

"That's it bitch fuck that mouth. The quicker you make your customer cum the more money you can make in a night."

With that Pauline slid my cock out of her mouth and back down her throat faster and faster. It wasn't long before I shot my load deep in her throat. I stood there as she continued to clean my cock with her mouth. When she was done my cock was placed back in my pants. 

"What do you want me to do now.", she said with a please look on her face. 

"Are you kidding just when I have you looking and smelling the way a whore should we're going to show you off in public." 

With that I walked to the front door not looking behind but checking out the reflection of my lovely whore of a wife in the windows staggering behind me trying to keep up. 

This place was not the sleaziest strip club we've been in but it was up there. The $100 dollar cover made me think there was more was going on in this club then strip shows, and lap dances. Did really matter we were there for the show and I have my whore for the night. We took a table for four since it wasn't the kind of place that had tables for two. It was dimly lit except for the stage. Every seat had a great view of at of the stage. The waitress was over in a flash and we start smacking down shot and beers. 

The dancers were just ending their routine and one of the headliners came on. A tall busty redhead named Tina. Tina wore a tight black low cut knit dress that stopped 4 inches above her knee. It was topped off with 4 inch red stilettos heels. The music started and she went right into her show strutting around the stage to the cheers of the patrons. By the end of the first song the dress slipped down around her feet and she stepped out of it and walked to the center stage. 

I asked Pauline, "Do you think she is good?"

"She is gorgeous!" 

I asked in a different way "I meant do you think she is a good dancer?" As I slipped my hand between Pauline's legs feeling her dripping pussy. 

"Yes, she is."

I never saw my wife turned on by another woman but I was liking the idea. "I can feel you like her more than her dancing. Maybe I'll find a woman for my whore to service tonight. I think I might like having you eat a woman's pussy and swallowing her cum." Pauline's pussy was sloppy wet and she was holding back having an orgasm. I stopped before she shot off again and got us thrown out. 

As the second song had started. Tina had her panties and bra off and was crawling around the stage giving everyone a close view of her ass and pussy. She ended in the middle of the stage on her back with her legs spread high in the air. She spread her pussy open as far as it would go then started masturbating, rubbing and finger fucking herself. The place was going wild. Pauline was staring wide eyed. She stopped masturbating crawled to the guys at the bar. Then Tina picked up a long neck beer bottle and promptly fucked her pussy. Money was all over the bar. She moved from one guy to another that offered her a bottle. The music ended and she picked up all the money and exited the stage. 

"So what did you think of that?" 

"Well she was the hottest thing I've ever seen. I thought she could have used one bottle and put on a real show." 

"Yeah I guess so but she has to make a living. The more bottles the more dollars. Anyway you don't have to worry about that you make money as a whore." This snapped Pauline back into the reality of what she was for the night. She lower her head. 

"Yes, I am your slut whore. I will not forget that. There is nothing else I want to be. May I to go to the bathroom."

Pauline ask the waitress where the ladies room was and headed to the back of the club. She looked so hot walking around a strip club looking the way she did. I guess a number of the other guys thought the same thing. She was groped and propositioned all the way to the bathroom but fended off everyone. Then one guy knocked the top of his friends beer bottle causing it to foam out the top like a faucet. It almost went all over Pauline and she went ballistic cursing these guys out. They didn't know what hit them. They all took one step back and let her pass. 

The bathroom was actually a bathroom dressing room for the dancers.

"Well, look what we have here. You a new dancer, honey?" 

"No, I need to use the bathroom." 

"Use the bathroom! We don't get women customers looking like you." 

"I'm here with my...my manager." 

"MANAGER, is that what they call it were you come from? Here we call them pimps." 

"Where's the bathroom?" 

"It's in the back through that door." 

As Pauline entered the bathroom she head the dances talking. "That whore has a manager. Hahahah."

I had order more drinks. I had thought of a little something special for when Pauline returned. As soon as she sat down I started sticking my tongue down her throat. I move my hand between her legs a got her juices going again. 

"Take my cock out and jerk me off." I was enjoying two dancers groping and slipping each other the tongue as Pauline stroked me. Just as I was about to cum I grabbed an empty glass from the table. "Shoot my load into this." She looked around grabbed the glass and did as she was told. I went off like a rocket depositing a nice size load.

"What do I do with the glass?" 

I smiled. "It's a whore cocktail. You drink it." Pauline loved cum but she never did anything like this before especially in a public place. Staring at the glass then she put it to her lips and through it back like a shot of booze. Holding the glass below the table she devoured the remains by scooping out the rest with her fingers and feeding herself. "You're the best whore a pimp could have. Now it's my turn to go to the bathroom. Play with yourself while I'm gone."

When I came out of the men's room I saw three younger men sitting at our table and one standing behind Pauline. I move to the corner of the room to stay out of sight for awhile giving myself a good vantage point to watch. The one on her left a blond had his hand moving up her thigh while the one on the right, a guy with a beard was saying something in her ear while feeling her up. When I saw her eyes start to roll I decided it was time for me to make a move. 

I walked over to the table standing right behind the guy with the beard. I'm 6'2" and 230 pounds and can bench 275 pounds with no problem. So I was a bit intimidating. 

"Boy, you're in my seat!" 

"Yes sir, sorry." 

He stood quickly and moved aside. The wimp on the left quickly moved his hand and sat straight up in his chair. 

"What's this all about?"

"Well sir we are having a bachelor party and are looking for a strip....dancer to come to our room for some entertainment. We've been to a number of clubs and there are no dancers that can leave the....job. This is our last club before calling it quits. We saw Pauline and asked if she was available. She said we would have to ask her manager. Which I believe is you?"

"Ok first, the clubs don't like people doing business on their turf and taking customers away. So I'm going to talk and shake my head "NO". You will listen to what I'm saying if you agree nod YES. $200 for a 30 – 40 minute show. You'll not be disappointed. I am present. Anything gets out of control and maybe I'm in the emergency ward but so are a lot of others. Not to mention the cops." He nod YES. "OK then tell me where you're staying and the room number."

"I'll write it down."

"Don't be stupid!" I said "We don't want the club to thing we are doing business. Tell me and I'll remember. It's not rocket science. We'll have a couple of more cocktails and get there in about 20 minutes." With that the information was exchanged and the boys left. As they were leaving I slipped my hand between Pauline's legs. Her pussy was dripping wet. "Nice! I guess this is pretty exciting. Drink up and let's get out of here." 

I drove out of the parking lot like a man possessed headed back to our hotel. When we were on out way and my head cleared from the conversation that happened in the club. I turn to Pauline. "I can't wait to get my whore back to the room." She looked at me strangely. Almost in disbelief. 

"What about those guys you just talked to? Why did you set them up like that. You could have just told them no. Now their sitting their waiting for a sure thing." 

I was suddenly on the defensive. "If you wanted to say no you shouldn't have told them to talk to your "manager"." You do that and I going to go with the game." I had to stop at a red light. I snapped out of this conversation and took control. Just as Pauline start to respond I slapped her across the face. "Listen you fucking slut, you do what I say when I say or I'll beat your ass. Understand?"

"Yes, I'm sorry. It will not happen again."

As we were driving down the road I starting thinking about the place the boy's were staying. I knew the place. Actually stayed there on a golf weekend. It would be perfect and I could teach the slut sitting next to me a lesson. 

As we started to pass their hotel I slowed and pulled into the parking lot. I pulled to the back by the pool area. There you could take the elevator without going through the lobby. I pulled into a parking spot, quickly jumped out and grab Pauline's bag out of the trunk. As I made my way to the back entrance she hurried to catch up.

"What are we doing here?"

"Well I going to make $200 dollars and you are going to perform like a fucking slut." We entered the elevator and Pauline just stared straight ahead deep in thought. 

I knocked on the door and was let in by the guy with the beard who I find out is Pete. Sizing up the room there were eight guys. It was an adjoining suite. Plenty of room to move. They had a table with all kinds of food and drink. There was porn movie on the TV. We went over the particulars and he handing me $200. He told Pauline where she could get ready and that I could help myself to eats and drinks. As he walked away I handed Pauline her bag. "Put on your best outfit. You better put on a good show for $200 or there may be trouble and I will beat your ass." She handed me the CD player and a CD turned and went to change. 

Pauline came out dressed in a red mini shirt, shear white shirt. The red half cut bra was obvious through the shirt. This was topped off with black stockings and 5 inch red heels. 

"How are you boys doing tonight?" A cheer came from the them. 

"Good! Now who's the luck groom. A short skinny 20 something was pushed out towards Pauline. "What's your name?"

"Tim."

"Well Tim let's give you a send off to remember." With that Pauline moved a chair to the middle of the room and sat Tim down with his back to the rest of the party. Hitting the play button on the CD player she went into one of her routines. Pauline strutted around the room pausing to bump and grind for each guy. When back to Tim she positioned herself facing him legs spread, knees bent. Her hips started to move in circles as her hands slowly pulled her skirt up higher till you could see the bottom of her red thong. As the cheers grew the skit went higher till it was around her waist. Turning around everyone could see her beautiful butt. Moving closer to Tim she bend over and shook her ass in his face. Moving her hands to each cheek she spread them to give him a better look. She moved away slowly unzipping the skirt and let it drop to the floor and kicked it away. The shirt was next unbuttoning it as she continued to strut and grind around the room. Down to her half bra and thong Pauline straddled Tim and sat on his lap facing him. She start to grind his boner like a pro to the cheers of the party. Grabbing his head she rubbed her tits in his face. Not before to long Pauline stood up shaking her finger at Tim. 




Fantasy Becomes Reality



"We don't want you to finish before the end of my routine!" The song ended and the next one started. 

Pauline started to rub her breasts and slipped her hand between her legs working herself and the party up. That when it hit me how much she was enjoying this. Actually getting off on it. This was her fantasy game come true and she was going to get as much out of it as anyone else. I couldn't be anymore aroused watching my wife, my slut whore wife entertaining a bunch of strange men. Especially since I told her that's what she was going to do. 

Quickly the bra and thong came off and Pauline was crawling around the floor giving everyone good look. Once in position in front of Tim she laid on her back spreading her legs exposing her pussy and ass. Opening her pussy lips for all to see she started to finger herself. Slowly she got to her knees and then to her feet. She danced past each one of the guys letting them get a feel. When passing the last two guys she grabbed their beer bottles. All I could think was what she would do better then Tina at the club. 

Rubbing the bottle over and between her breasts she slowly moved it to her lips licking the top and up and down the neck of the bottle. Her lips went around the top and went down on it taking the entire neck in her mouth sliding it in and out. Her head was moving faster and faster when she pulled off. She knocked the top of the bottle with the bottom of the bottle in her other hand. As the beer foamed out the top Pauline went down on it licking it up and sucking it into her mouth. When it finished she looked up at the room with foam all around her mouth and dripping down her chin onto her breast. It looked like the biggest cum shot you'd ever seen. The room was cheering and yelling. 

Pauline walked over to Tim put the bottle up against his crotch. She straddled him and lowered herself onto his lap sliding the bottle into her pussy. Moving up and down on it while Tim's hand wandered all over her. After a few minutes she sat down as low as she could. Looking at Tim she stood up with the bottle securely held in her pussy. Only the lower part of the bottle was showing. Placing one foot on the chair she grabbed the bottle and fuck her pussy moving the in and out as far as it would go without losing her grip. Looking at Tim she said, 

"I need the real thing.".

She slid the bottle out and sat on Tim's lap grinding and sliding on his hard cock while sticking her tongue into his mouth. As her pace increased he moved his head to her breasts sucking and licking. I wondered which one would cum first. My question was quickly answered as Tim stiffened up and shot his load. Pauline was like a dog in heat and kept going after he relaxed until she went off gushing all over his crotch. 

There was applauds and cat calling throughout the room. She sat on Tim's lap sticking her tongue down his throat till she recovered from her orgasm. Once recovered she stood up and walk towards me throwing kisses back to the room. 

"Did I put on a good show?" 

"Yes you did. Looks like everyone have a great time you included. Now go freshen up. Have something to eat and drink while you mingle with the boys awhile before we leave. I put out something for you to wear."

Shortly, Pete walked over to me. "You were right we were not disappointed. That was better then any of us expected."

With that Pauline walk towards us wearing black fuck me heels and a string thong that is no more then a patch that could be her pubic hair. 

"Pete, Pauline would like something to eat and drink."

"Sure our pleasure!" With that he leads her back into the party area.

For the next fifteen to twenty minutes Pauline is having drinks and snacks surrounded by guys rubbing her and catching cheap feels. She is encouraging the attention by rubbing up against them with her ass and hands. Pete leans over and said something in her ear. I see her head turn quickly to look him straight in the eye as more words are exchanged. Pauline has the last word as she motions Pete in my direction. Pete leaves the group and walks towards me. 

"What's up?"

"Well Pauline said I need to talk to you." 

"What about?"

"Well she wound everyone up pretty good and looking for some release. She said I should negotiate what it would cost for her to service us." 

With that I looked over at Pauline. She was looking right at me but dropped her head and looked away from my stare. ""If you wanted to say no you shouldn't have told them to talk to your "manager." You do that and I going to go with the game."". She knew the rules of the game from earlier on. What was she thinking. Of course she is my whore and what does a whore do for her pimp? I told Pete to go get her. 

She stood next to him not really looking at me. "OK, $100 for a blowjob. $150 to fuck her or half and half. We'll do Tim for free that's 7 of you. So it could add up to $1050. Make it an even $1300 and you can do her until your all satisfied. No ruff stuff. As I was laying out the terms of the agreement Pauline looked straight at me with a surprised look on her face. Pete said he'd check with the rest of them and left. 

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

I grabbed her arm and pulled her next to me not letting go. 

"Better question is what are you?" 

"I'm a whore." 

"What kind of whore?" 

"I'm a slut whore." 

"Whose slut whore are you?" 

"I'm your slut whore." 

"Now tell me what you will do for me." 

"I will do anything you tell me to do. I'm your slut whore."

I put my hands on her swollen wet pussy. 

"I think you are enjoying this. It feels like you can't wait to get some cock."

She just looked and me and nodded.

Pete returned with $1,300 in small and medium bills. The deal was set. I whispered in Pauline's ear. You earn your money whore. 

She walked back into the party area. As everyone started to move around her she held onto someone arm and slipped the thong off. She turned to Pete dropped to her knees undid his belt, zipper and pulled down his pants. Grabbing his cock she went right to business. This blowjob wasn't some loving tender moment. It was a whore sucking cock and getting the john off. 

Just like the parking lot blow job I had hours ago she went to work getting his cock as wet as possible. Once it was slick Pauline grabbed his hips and pumped his cock deep into her throat. With this intensity it wasn't long before he was ready to shoot his load. Pauline pulled his cock out of her mouth and continued to jerked it off shooting ropes of cum on her face. The lodes hit her is the forehead and ran down between her eyes. The next got her on the mouth. She then laid his cock on her face and let the remaining lodes cover her face. Once Pete was done she cleaned the cum with her finger depositing it into her mouth. This was a real surprise for me. While we did a lot of kinky stuff Pauline was not real big on facials. I guess the heat of the moment and being a slut changed that. 

By the time it was over everyone was naked. Pauline looked around smiling. 

"I love cum! You can shoot your lodes any where you want as long as I get to eat it in the end."

Pauline took no time moving to the next cock. Giving the same high intensity blow job. As the next guy was about to cum he grabbed her hair pulling her forward so he could cum deep in her throat. 

Within minutes of finishing the second guy she was laid on the floor pillows were put under her head she had a cock in her mouth, one in each hand, and someone slamming his cock in her pussy. As one guy finished shooting his load in her mouth or pussy another move from the hand job to the open hole. The only thing that stopped a cock from sliding in and out of her mouth was the time it took to eat the cum from a facial or by the guy that shot his lode in her pussy scooping out his cum and feed it to her waiting mouth. This continued till all eight guys had their first round. 

The few guys that didn't last out the hand job and shot their load on her face were ready to get more for their money. Each taking a turn getting on top of Pauline as the others held her legs up in the air. Once again all cum was devoured. 

During a break in the action Pauline went and cleaned up. When she returned she spend the rest of the night sucking cock or being fucked. She was being passed around, carried off, bent over chairs or tables and forced to her knees for the rest of the night. It did matter if they had a orgasm or not if she was available someone was going to use her. She wasn't in control anymore. 

I don't know when everything died down but I woke up sitting in a big oversize chair. Pauline was on the floor next to Pete and two other guys. I sat there looking at her and thinking how badly I wanted use her, when she started to stir. I stayed still pretending to be sleeping. She got up and went to the bathroom. When she returned she was dolled up as best as she could be after an all night fuck session. She crawled under the sheet on the floor. It was obvious she had Pete's cock in her mouth. Pete didn't stay asleep very long. He grabbed her head and started ramming his cock in and out. Pauline pulled away slid up and started talking to him as she continued to stroke his cock with his hand. He kept nodding his head as she spoke. Then suddenly getting up he went to one of the tables and cleared everything off. By the time he was finished Pauline was standing beside him. In her hand was baby lotion. Squeezing a large amount on his cock she worked in all over while sticking her tongue in his mouth. Once greased she bent over the table. My sweet slut whore wife wanted some cock in her ass and that's what she was going to get. 

Pete first applied a good amount of baby lotion on his fingers and then squirted some down her butt crack. Slowly he started to rub her pink rose working one finger into her ass. One knuckle then two, then the entire finger. He took it our and started to insert two fingers. Once both were in he fingered her ass until both fingers slid in and out easily. 

Moving into position Pete pointed his cock at her ass and worked the head into her ass. I could tell when the head of his cock finally penetrated her sphincter with a pop. With that Pauline started to heat up.

"Ohhhhh, god fucking stretch my tight fucking ass. Shove that cock deep into my bowels. It hurts so fucking good. Fuck me fuck me hard."

It wasn't long as he was ramming her ass that the other two guy woke up. Once they took in what was going on the first one move in front of her shoving his cock into her mouth.

Pete tighten up and blew his load in her ass. He slid out and held his hand up to the two guy to wait for their turn. He grabbed a glass from another table and waited till his lode started to exit Pauline's hole capturing all the cum as it oozed out. 

Pete motioned for the next guy to moved from her mouth to her ass. The cock in her mouth was replaced by the other guy from the floor. The second cock was quickly worked into her waiting stretched asshole and her face was buried into the other guys pubic hair as his cock found it way deep into her throat. She looked like a skewed piece of meat. 

Peter had left the room and returned with the other five guys from last night. Each one took their turn getting their cocks stiffened with the talents of my wife's mouth before taking their turn fucking her ass and blowing a morning load into her bowels with all lodes caught in the waiting glass. 

Pauline laid on the table exhausted and totally used. Hands hanging over each side of the table, legs spread wide, her asshole stretched open breathing so heavily her entire body was rocking with each breath. When she finally composed herself she moved to the middle of the room and knelt on the floor motioning everyone to gather around.

Pete walked through the group and handed her the glass with eight hot loads. She stared at it swooshing it around till she finally put it to her lips and slowly tilted her head back letting her whore cocktail slowly flow into her mouth. Pauline looked around the room with her mouth open for all to see the amount of cum and swallowed. She scoped out the rest with her finger cleaning the glass. When done Pauline stood up looked around the room asking if anyone was ready to go again. A resounding "no" came from the group. 

"Well I guess that means your done with me and I can go. I hope you all had as good a time as I did."

I followed her as she walked to the bathroom. As she stood in front of the mirror I closed the door and put my arms around her from behind. "Do you have enough strength to take me on back in the room?" 

"I'm a whore and a slut. I proved that to myself last night and this morning. I'm your whore. I hope I proved that to you. Sucking cock and fucking is what whores do. If you tell me to I'll take you on right here or in the car or back in the room."

I felt like I was in a fantasy world. But the reality was my wife was transformed into something that until now was only in my fantasy. I didn't know how long this would last but I was willing to ride it out until we settled back to our old ways. 

"Why don't you take a shower so we can get out of here."

"Whore don't shower in strange places. I feel like, and smell like a whore should after a night's work. I want to get out of here and get something to eat. So, tell your whore what to wear and I will get ready."

My head was spinning. I looked through her bag and pulled out a halter top. A black stretch mini skirt, a pair of French cut panties to soak up any leakage from the last 12 hours and the red heels she wore for her dance show. 

In the car and on our way she sat next to me with her leg exposed. 

"Where do you want to eat?"

"I want pancakes. Some nice family place where I can have people staring at me. Reminding me that I'm slut." 

I couldn't take anymore. "Blow me." She just smiled.

"I was wondering how long you would last."

She reached over and took my cock out. She put my cock in her month taking it all the way down to my balls. Pumping her head all the way up and down again to my balls no more then 5 or 6 times before I exploded. She took as much as possible letting the excess drip on to her hand that was gripping my cock. When I finished she slid her hand up and slurped the remaining cum. 

Fifteen minutes later we pulled into a Pancake House parking lot. Pauline got out before I had it in park. She walk to the front of the car and stood there hands on her hips in plan sight for everyone to see. I caught up and started walking toward the door. I looked back when I didn't notice her walking along side me. 

"Whores don't walk in front of their pimps."

As we enter the restaurant Pauline asked for a table in the back ensuring everyone would see her as she walked through the length of the restaurant. Sitting facing each other she looked around. 

"All the women know what I am and hate me. But, later they will all wonder what it would be like. The way I did. I never thought I could do what I did as easily as I did. But once it started it was easy. It wasn't a game. You said it "Tonight your going to be my wife Pauline and my whore.". So when you say stop I will. If you say I'm to be your whore, I will. As long as you are my pimp I can be the whore I know I want to be."

"Baby I love you. I love that you can be a slut. I love that you can be my whore. I love that you can be my wife. Now let's eat up and get on the road to Florida. With any luck we can get there by tomorrow. And with a little more luck when we are down there you can earn enough money to pay for this trip."