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Fantasy Fulfilled

By: wild_jay



I watched intently as your lithe body swayed on the dance floor. Lost in the moment, your pretty head flung back, I could see you laugh. Your partner leaned in close; Jim could really move, and it seemed his body was glued to yours. Behind you, Donna’s soft hands slid playfully across your back as she whispered in your ear, the obvious source of your amusement.

It had almost been a year now since we met Jim and Donna. I could only marvel at how comfortable you had become with them. When I first approached you about the lifestyle, you were nervous, concerned that you would not enjoy the intimacy with others, that it would somehow hurt our relationship. Meeting another couple, a special couple, had transformed that concern into genuine affection, and no small measure of lust.

Donna deserved the credit for bringing you to a new realization of yourself, your sexuality. You had confided in me early on that you would ‘someday’ want to make love to another woman. I could tell it was a curiosity that remained despite the deeply satisfying sex life and relationship that later developed with me.  I knew you would not act on it alone, so it had to be as a couple, and from some prior experiences, a ‘swing’ club might be just the place to fulfill your fantasy.

I knew I loved you as I had loved no other, and I was satisfied and content in our relationship. But I wasn’t beyond having some fun, and I knew you to be the same. Our first visit to a club was simply to get you into the atmosphere, see what it was like. As I had expected, your arousal quickly got the better of you, and we ended up together in a private area having great sex while other couples wandered past.

The second time, I convinced you to be prepared to meet someone.  We talked at length, I knew communication was important. I wanted you to be comfortable, to be able to relax and enjoy what I felt would be an incredible experience.  This was a time when you could shed all inhibitions and give in to desires without concern.  I had succeeded in ‘awakening’ you sexually, now I wanted you to explore your sexuality, to know the joys and pleasures of being a hot, sexy, desirable woman.

I know we got lucky. Jim and Donna were experienced in the lifestyle. They knew how to meet new people, circulating throughout the bar area. When they introduced themselves, I watched your reaction as Donna looked at you. Your face reddened slightly, a flush of excitement and heightened arousal. We talked for awhile; they were an unassuming couple, casually but tastefully dressed.  Jim was tall and slender, not overly handsome but not unattractive, and his personality unpretentious. He was a confident, successful executive as I was to find out over time, but somehow hadn’t developed the often accompanying arrogance.

Donna was clearly the extrovert. Her fine features, dark hair and chestnut brown eyes gave away her Latino roots from her mother’s side.  She knew how to dress, choosing patterns that accented the curves. As I scanned down to her legs I noted the muscles; clearly she was fit, and probably into sports like tennis or golf.  Her manner was effervescent, yet not annoyingly so. Both she and Jim kept us both in the conversation, ensuring no one was left out.

It was a pleasant conversation, and only after some time did I become aware that we had slowly moved to a quieter corner of the bar. Jim and Donna invited us to join them at a table, where we could watch the dance floor. Voyeurism is part of the experience, and I knew you loved it so we followed them to a table. 

As if on cue, the conversation shifted to sex shortly after we were seated. I knew we had advanced into a qualification phase with this couple, and was pleased at how smoothly and naturally they had handled it. I had no clue as to their preferences, but it was time to be open about ours. It might make or break the relationship, but better to find out now.  Donna took the lead in the questions, and was careful to get both our opinions. I nodded at you when you indicated your interest in another woman, but was unsure you wanted a male partner. Donna showed no expression, and Jim had simply smiled.  He had one eye on an interesting couple on the dance floor. 

Finally, I asked Donna about she and Jim. Their story was remarkably like ours, only it had happened two years ago. Donna had concerns at first, but really enjoyed the freedom of the club, and had overcome inhibitions to a point where she never felt more comfortable about herself, her sexuality, and different sexual situations. She didn’t elaborate on the latter. Jim interrupted by indicating it had been difficult at first getting to meet couples they enjoyed being with, but over time had met good friends. From time to time, they would either arrange to go to the club together or meet at one of their homes. It had become a social pastime, which they enjoyed along with a very strong and healthy sex life with one another.

As Jim was talking, the couple on the dance floor who had caught his attention earlier, were joined by another male. What was unfolding in front of us was the not so subtle seduction of the young woman. If she had any reluctance, it was being stripped away, as were articles of her clothing. She was down to her sheer bra and matching thong by the time the music changed and, to the chagrin of those watching, decided to resume the rest of the dance elsewhere in a more intimate setting.

I looked over to you and your glance told me something was happening. Donna had moved closer to you, her arm over the back of your chair. During the dance she had begun playing with your ear lobe, tracing her fingers down the side of your cheek. You look startled, but not disturbed. Leaving her arm around your neck, Donna leaned back toward me. 

“I’m going to ask your wife to dance, is that okay?” 

Almost involuntarily I replied, “Yes…of course, enjoy,” and smiled.  

“Let’s go,” Donna motioned you to the dance floor.  It seemed more of a command than a question; however, you were on your feet and heading to the floor in an instant.

You had always liked to dance, possessing a musical appreciation and sense of rhythm.  The first was relatively fast tempo, the two of you dancing individually yet together. I could see you looking around the floor, watching those around you. Donna did the same, but after awhile, looked only at you. Her stare was hypnotic and, by the time the music changed, you were looking only at her. The change took the music slower and Donna moved closer. Her body gravitated up against yours, brushing and touching you as you danced.

Donna kept her eyes on you. She moved seductively, dancing in front, then to your side, then behind your back. Her hands slid down your shoulders, tracing down your arms.  Her hips bumped yours lightly, then rubbed against you.  You hesitated slightly, then fell into the rhythm, letting the music take over. I saw Donna gesture, then nod.  Another woman danced over toward you. She moved in concert with Donna as they alternated around you in a tightening circle. The song approached the end, Donna slipped in front of you, and as the music changed kissed you full on the lips. The other woman pressed you into her from behind. 

Donna’s tongue slid between your surprised lips. Her hands moved up under your breasts lightly squeezing them. She maintained the kiss for only a brief moment but I could tell you were completely entranced. Donna could have had her way with you, right there on the dance floor, and I doubt you would have objected or even cared. When she broke off the kiss, she hugged you. Your other dance partner moved away. Donna grasped your arm and led you back to the table. 

I could tell by your florid complexion that you had been deeply affected. Donna had your pussy tingling, and I knew you would want more. Donna looked approvingly at Jim, then at me. I could only smile; there was no doubt in my mind she was in control.  As you sat down, Donna’s arm draped over your shoulders. You looked at her and she kissed you again, a kiss that said, “Let me show you the time you have so desired. I can make it happen.”  Less startled than before, I saw your tongue flick out and engage hers. Yeah, you were into it, the tightening in my crotch signaled my arousal.  You were going to get your fantasy fulfilled, I was delighted, and horny as hell.

The next fifteen minutes were a voyeur’s delight. The dance floor was alive but the action was at our table. Donna was making her move and I could tell she knew instinctively how to bring you to a frenzy of desire. She had moved closer, her arm draped over your far shoulder pulling you closer to her, then slowly traced her fingers down the side of your face and neck. Her other hand had disappeared, unbuttoning your dress just enough to slide it underneath. You shifted in your seat, enough to spread your thighs, and allow Donna access to what I knew was a very hot, wet, swollen pussy.

Donna kissed you, her tongue penetrating deeply, assertively swirling and twisting. I noticed her hand drop from your neck, down beneath the top of your dress, and into your bra. You let out a spontaneous gasp as her fingers pinched your nipple. Donna whispered to you, but all I could hear of your reply was an emphatic, “Oh, yes!” She pulled her hand back to your neck, turned your head toward her, and kissed you again, long, deep, and passionate. As she kissed you, I could see the rising urgency in your eyes. Donna’s expert fingers had found their way to your clit and as she slowly increased the pressure of her strokes, you were succumbing to the wonderful sensations it brought. 

Jim looked on attentively, occasionally glancing at me to gauge my reaction. I was simply getting harder by the second. It was more erotic than I could ever have imagined, seeing you with another woman, being seduced by her. And Donna seemed so perfect with you, knowing your every desire, and going with it in a way that had transformed tension into excitement.

Donna played with you for what seemed an eternity. She knew when you were getting close, and backed off slightly, only to resume at just the right moment. Your face and neck were a deep red color, a telltale sign of your arousal nearing orgasm. Finally, Donna pulled back from you, looked into your lust filled eyes, and asked you softly, “Are you ready to come for me?” You nodded your response and then she drew you to her in a tight embrace. 

Seconds later you grimaced, your body twitched in her arms, and your deep moans were muffled against her shoulder. It was as if you were suspended in time, Donna finger fucking you to wave after wave of orgasms.  Finally, you pulled back slightly, exhaling the word, “Enough,” as you slumped in the seat. 

Donna smiled as you recovered, licking your slippery cum off her fingers. She looked over to Jim who subsequently turned to me. “Would you care to join us in the private couples area?” 

I glanced at you, your eyes met mine, I could tell you wanted more. Donna had teased you, brought you off, but it was too brief to be over. You wanted to get fucked, hard, here, and now.

I smiled at Jim and said, “Yes, of course, our pleasure.”

~

The next hour with Jim and Donna was among the hottest sexual experiences I ever had, and I was primarily a passive participant. I was with you, enjoying every moment of the time, as Jim and Donna masterfully played with you.

Seated on cushions, facing each other, you looked at Donna with anticipation as her skilled hands slowly worked the way up your dress, unbuttoning it, revealing your sexy black bra and panties. Your nipples were erect, their beauty and definition revealed through the soft fabric. It was too dark to see the stain in your panties, but I knew there would be one.  Jim moved in behind Donna and began stoking up and down her sides as she worked on you. Neither seemed in a hurry, though the bulge in Jim’s pants betrayed his arousal. He looked approvingly as his wife continued.

Donna swept the dress from your shoulders, then began kissing your neck lightly, her hands moving under your breasts, rubbing then squeezing them. An audible sigh escaped your lips. Small beads of sweat were gathering in your cleavage as Donna’s hands pushed up from underneath revealing part of your abundant nipple as the cup strained to retain it. Then she dropped her hand to your pussy and lightly ran her fingers along it, feeling the heat of your arousal through the thin fabric of your panties. My cock stiffened as I heard the sheer emotion and pleasure in your gasp. Even Donna turned briefly to Jim, who smiled broadly at her and whispered, “Don’t stop now.”

Donna sensed that you enjoyed being slowly undressed. She unhooked your bra but did not remove it. Her hands returned to your breasts, rubbing them through the soft fabric, then pushing them up from underneath until your nipples were fully exposed. She then grasped one nipple at a time, pulled it up and shook it lightly as she pinched and rolled it. The bra cups fell away as your breasts trembled and you visibly shivered in reaction. Donna dipped her head and took each nipple in her mouth and sucked on them, drawing the taut flesh deep into her mouth. 

Slowly the bra fell away as you moaned and shuddered each time Donna drew a nipple into her mouth. She sucked harder each time, slowly releasing your flesh as her tongue teased your erect nipples.  Your head fell back as you let the sensations pour over you. I’d brought you to orgasm before by sucking your tits, but usually with my cock inside you. Donna sensed you were getting close and sucked harder still, her mouth on one breast, while her fingers pinched and rolled the unattended one. Her free hand slipped down your torso and disappeared under your panties. I could see her fingers begin vibrating your clit. You had to be close.

Donna waited for that precise moment, when she abruptly stopped, releasing all stimuli. You stared at her with a look of surprise and frustration.  Then, just an instant later, the orgasm took hold. You slumped backward onto the soft cushions as your body twitched. Your face was contorted with pleasure. “Oh yes…” was all I could hear as Donna muffled your voice as she bent over to kiss you. Donna seemed pleased with her timing and I could see her smile as you shivered when her tongue flicked one of your sensitive nipples.

As you recovered Jim slid off your panties while Donna undressed. She moved to her knees and leaned over you, whispering something to you.  I stroked along your arm just to let you know I was there.  I felt you tremble as Jim’s finger playfully rubbed your clit.  Donna kissed you one last time and then repositioned herself between your legs.  Her long fingers spreading apart your soft, swollen, pink lips. Her tongue probed deep into your hot core, tasting the light saltiness of your abundant juices. 

She proceeded to make the sweetest love to your pussy. Flattening her tongue to lave slowly and luxuriously along your opening and using her tongue as a soft but flexible probe she elicited from you some of the deepest and most passionate sighs and moans I have ever heard uttered. Their erotic power and emotion energized the already charged atmosphere of the room…human sex drive in its highest gear.

Donna slowly worked her way to your clit, lightly flicking it at first, teasing it to make it swell even larger. She them positioned her mouth over it and began sucking it as if it were a tiny cock. “Oh yes, like that…suck on it,” you commanded.  Donna’s hands reached up to yours and guided them to your breasts. 

“Pinch them for me, pull on them,” Donna said to you, pausing for just a second before she buried her face in your pussy. You lightly pulled on your swollen nipples.  Donna looked up disapprovingly. “Harder,” she said.  At that point, Jim got involved. He slid in behind you and guiding your hands with his, began pinching and rolling your swollen nipples. At this point you were completely distracted by Donna, who had picked her spot and was alternatively licking and sucking your clit. I couldn’t believe how swollen it was. Donna would suck it, then lash it with her tongue. Her intensity was increasing as Jim pulled and pinched your nipples.

Despite the dim light of the room I could see you were building to yet another powerful orgasm and Donna wasn’t pulling back this time.  Her tongue concentrated on your clit and licked furiously.  A low, passionate moan signaled you were there and your body shuddered as the orgasm took hold. Donna persisted, pressing her lips on your clit even harder. Your hips twitched and jerked upward as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through you. I counted at least four orgasms in succession, each one of them causing you drive the slick cum out of your pussy.

Donna finally stopped and drew her face away. She smiled broadly. “That was a good one,” she said as she leaned over you kissing your neck and side of your face. Her hands softly caressed your entire body and you shivered from her touch and the aftershock of the intense orgasms. Eventually she kissed you on the lips and positioned her face so you could taste your cum, it glistened on her chin.  

Jim caught my attention as he drew his finger along Donna’s swollen pussy as she bent over you.  He withdrew his finger, covered with her juices. He began fingering her asshole, using the slippery liquid as a natural lube. He rimmed around it then pressed his finger in lightly, burying it to the first knuckle. Donna’s butt twitched but she stayed intent on caressing and kissing you as you recovered.

Your kisses with Donna grew more passionate. Reaching out, you drew her to you, finding her dark nipples you sucked on them, drawing them into your mouth as you flicked your tongue on them to make them hard and taut. Donna lifted her head up to look at me. What I saw was a mix of sheer pleasure and anticipation. Jim was playing with her asshole, and you were sucking her tits. She nodded at me and suddenly I realized what she wanted.

I rose to my knees and moved closer to her. To my surprise and delight I felt your hand grasp my cock, stroking it from the base to the tip. Pre cum dripped from the glistening head as you offered it to Donna. Her tongue flicked out eagerly licking it off. Her mouth enveloped my swollen manhood, sucking it as her tongue playfully swirled around the engorged head.  I thought I was going to explode. 

Donna was straddling you, and moved up to give you access to her pussy and clit. She certainly knew what she wanted, and how to get it. I looked down to see your pretty face buried in her pussy, licking hungrily, and sucking on her clit. You were intent on your work but I noticed the glint in your eye as your noticed Donna gasp and lose concentration.  She was soon completely distracted from my cock. Then I looked over to Jim, he had two fingers buried in Donna’s ass and was stretching her open. 

As Donna’s attention waned, I moved back slightly. Your hands were up on her tits, squeezing her taut nipples, and your tongue lashed her clit furiously. Jim had lowered his face to her asshole, rimming then penetrating it with his tongue.  Donna’s body trembled and shivered. Her moaning grew louder and higher pitched.  I watched as the two of you brought her to an absolutely thundering orgasm. She literally screamed as her body convulsed and she fell forward toward me. She ended up in my arms. Still breathing heavily, she whispered to me, “so good, so intense.”

Jim looked pleased, he turned to me and said, “Time for some cock. I suggest we both have a little quality time alone with our ladies. You stay here, we’ll meet you back at the bar for a nightcap before we leave.” I nodded in agreement. He then extended his hand to Donna, who moved over to kiss you before she left.


Fantasy Fulfilled



“Yes, we must get together again,” she said to you. 

“Soon,” you replied with enthusiasm.

~

Later on, when we had gotten into the car to leave, I paused for a moment, then looked at you and asked. “Well…how do you feel? Did you have a good time?”

“Reality…was better than fantasy,” you replied softly.

“Fantasy fulfilled?”

“Absolutely…now let’s go home,” you said seductively.

I smiled at you. “You are my fantasy fulfilled.”



Fantasy Fulfilled



I have a lot on my mind. Tonight I am going to push my dear one like I've never pushed him before. You notice how distracted I am as I finish my meal and you want to ask what is wrong, but know better. You clear away the dishes as I walk into the other room. 

I place a tray on the table and start adding the items I am planning on using tonight. Once I have assembled everything, I cover it with a heavy cloth and walk back into the dining room and sit down. I grow impatient waiting for you to finish your chores. 

You walk into the dinning room and kneel at my side but don't say a word, waiting for my command. My hand reaches down and plays with your hair. My mind spinning with the plans I have in store for you. Up to this point I've not pushed you, but tonight will be a test of how much you truly do trust me.

I ask you to stand. 

"Dear one, please go and get the covered tray from the other room and take it to our playroom. Then I want you to go and shower and return to the playroom naked." 

You stand immediately and run to do as I ask. As you walk past me with the tray, I see that you are a bit nervous, as I've never asked you to do this before with out knowing what is coming next.

I go to my room, shower, and put on a black leather vest and short skirt with my stiletto heels. I apply fresh make up and a touch of perfume. I want to look especially good for you tonight. I want you to think only of me.

I walk into our playroom and you are standing there, waiting for me. I can see in your eyes that you like the way I look, and I can't help but notice that you are aroused. 

I ask, "dear one, have you started playing without me?" 

You cast your eyes down respectfully, and I hear uncertainty in your voice, " No, Mistress". 

"dear one look at me," I command, looking at you and smiling as I tap your partially erect cock, "Then this must mean that you are just pleased to see me?" 

Raising your eyes to look at me, you quickly respond "I am always pleased to see you, Mistress". 

I walk to you and touch your face gently with my hand. 

"Good!" I respond. "I have plans for you tonight. I will need you to trust me like you've never done before."

For the first time, I see fear in your eyes. Your breathing is a bit faster, as you say, "I trust you with my life Mistress".

"Before we begin, dear one, at anytime, if you can't take it any more, you must use your safe word. Do you understand me?"

"Yes Mistress," you reply, "if I need to, I will use my safe word."

I instruct you to lie down on the bed on your back. You do as I ask, turning your head to look at me. I walk slowly over to the dresser, my heels clicking loudly on the tiled floor. I pull open the dresser and take out two sets of handcuffs; one end of each set lined in a soft fur. I turn and walk over to the bed slowly. Your eyes never leaving me, I lay the cuffs on the bed and run my fingers through your hair. My hand caresses your face. 

"dear one, are you ready to begin?" I ask. 

Looking up at me you smile, but I can tell you are very nervous, as you say, "Yes Mistress". 

I walk over to the covered tray and pick up a pair of earplugs. I walk back to you and instruct you to place them in your ears and let me know if you can hear anything once they are in. You assure me that you cannot. I take your left hand and place the first cuff on it, then pull it up to the post and attach it. I move to the other side and do the same thing. Your eyes never leave me. I look down at you and I can see you are still aroused and I am quite pleased. 

I turn and go back to the tray and pull out a bind fold. I slowly walk back to you turning it in my hands. Your smile starts to fade and your breathing becomes a bit faster. I kneel on the bed looking down at you. The blindfold is in my hands. 

Knowing that you can't hear me I mouth to you, "Do you trust me?" 

You answer, "Yes Mistress," and with that I place the blindfold over your eyes.

I turn and sit down in a chair across the room and watch you. We've never done this before. You lay there quietly waiting for me. Five minutes pass and you begin to turn your head as if trying to find me. Ten minutes pass and you are restless, but trying to stay still. You are sweating a little and are still aroused. I am so excited about what is in store for you, that I begin to play with my self. I am moist thinking of the fun we will be sharing. After fifteen minutes have passed, I walk up to you and see that tears have started to fall. My heart goes out to you. It takes all my will not to wipe them away.

I walk over to the tray and pull out a feather. I then come back to you and starting at your feet, touch you lightly with the feather. Gliding it up your leg, across your stomach and down the other leg to your foot. You jump at the touch of the feather, but seem relieved that I am there. I wait three minutes before touching you again, your head turning from side to side as if to find me. The feather then moves up your right arm across your chest and down your left arm. It swirls around your face, which is damp with sweat and tears. Oh, how I want to kiss your tears away. 

Then the feather traces down your chest, sides, and then circles your manhood. I am pleased at the reaction it causes. I pull the feather away, and walk back to the tray. I take out a whip and a piece of satin. I strike you on the upper thigh. You jump and I hear a soft whimper, but it only leaves a light red mark on your thigh. I rub the mark with the satin. I move to the other thigh and do the same. SMACK on your thigh. You wince. I lightly strike your balls and you cry out just a little. I then rub the satin on your balls and I see your cock grow a little. 

I walk to the door and let some friends in who understand what I want them to do and they prepare themselves as I have instructed. Three minutes later you feel gloved hands pulling at your nipples and massaging your chest, then you feel hands that have nylons on them caressing your upper and lower legs. You lay very still. Then you feel your arms being massaged with soft fur all the while your chest and legs are being working on. 

You feel the bed depress as the nylon hands move your legs wide part. Wet lips on your cock, the nylon hands now caress your balls. The lips are working your cock as it grows. You moan softly, knowing from past experiences that you are not allowed to cum unless commanded.

You feel gloved hands moving up your arms and the handcuffs being removed from the headboard and your arms being placed gently down to your side. The gloved hands instruct you to roll over onto your stomach. Then your arms are moved over your head again and reattached to the headboard. You are prompted to lift up your hips and you feel a pillow being slid under you. The hands guide you so that your behind is up in the air and your breathing become faster. But nothing happens. At first you are quite still, but then you start moving your hips slightly. Then you become very still again. I am watching you. You have such a sexy butt. 

I have my friends leave the room; this will be just for us to share. I quietly undress and strap on a cock. After a few minutes you feel something being applied to you. It is cool and you know it a gel as the hands now are spreading your cheeks apart and spreading the gel along your crack. 

Then fingers slide into you. You tense up and the fingers stop moving until you relax again. Once you are relaxed the fingers start to move in and out of you, going deeper each time. I see you biting your lower lip, and watch your breathing. 

I crawl up behind you and adjust you so that I can enter you for the first time. I apply the gel to the cock and then start to slide it into you. You groan and your head rises. I stop letting you adjust to the feeling. Then slowly move in a little deeper. I continue to move in slowly until the cock is all the way in you. I hear you moaning and sniffing. I know that you are crying. 

I reach down and caress your balls and check you are very hard. This excites me and I begin to move in and out of you. You are now rocking and match my rhythm as your moans grow louder. I am so turned on and the moisture growing between my legs fuels me on. As I move in and out of you, my hand caresses your balls. I feel them getting tight so I back off. I hear you whimper and know you want to find release. I put my shoes back on, pull off my gloves and unhook your hands from the headboard. I massage your arms and set them down, and then pull out your earplugs. 

I say to you, "dear one, roll over and lay still. But do not answer me; just do as I say. Nod your head if you understand me." You nod your head.

I see you start to roll over and I pull the pillow out from under you. You are so beautiful. Your body glistening, and you are so hard. You hear me walk away and then the door opens and closes. I slip my shoes off and quietly walk back to the bed. You follow my instructions and lay still. But I can see you are worried that I have left you. 

I stand at the foot of the bed masturbating as I watch you, thinking how I will feel with your cock buried deep in me. I am very close to cumming and I move onto the bed. You open your mouth but close it right away. I smile, you are doing so well, and I know how hard this is for you. I lean down and take your beautiful erect cock in my mouth. Your body shudders. I suck you briefly as I can see you are so close. Then I straddle you, and position your cock to enter me and slide down. You hold your breath. I lean forward and play with your nipples and I move my hips in a small circles. 

You open your mouth and I see you mouth, "Please…please." 

I continue to move my hips around and pinch and pull on your nipples. You groan and I feel your hips moving under me. I know that you can't take much more, and I am so close. 

I ask you, " dear one, do you want to cum?" 

You don't say anything, so I then say, "You may respond to my questions. Do you want to cum?" 

You reply in an animal tone, "Yes Mistress."

Hearing your tone and how turned on I am. I start to move up and down. It doesn't take to long and I am ready to explode, so I look down at you and say, "CUM NOW!!!" That is all you need and you release. You fill me, your body going rigid and then finally relaxing back down on the bed. 

Oh, how you have pleased me. I lay on top of you, kissing your neck and your face. I roll off of you and take your blindfold off. You look at me. I touch your face and tell you how pleased I am with you. I get up and walk into the bathroom. I bring out a bowl of warm water and several wash clothes. I gently wash you and dry you off. I clean up as well. I return to you and I pull you close to me. You lay your head on my shoulder and I stroke your hair as you drift off to sleep in my arms.



Fantasy Fulfilled



They met on an Internet personal matching service. He responded to her profile and after the typical fits and starts of introducing themselves, they e-mailed back and forth on a regular basis. 

Their e-mails rapidly became sexual in nature, interspersed with “Do you really like that kind of thing?” discussions, and their comfort level increased daily. It got to the point where checking for mail from one another was the first thing each did in the morning and the last thing they did at night.

They lived quite a distance apart, far enough that there was not much of a chance of them meeting. To be truthful, the anonymity of the Internet combined with the distance actually encouraged them to be a little more candid about their desires than they would normally have been. It was as if, “Why not? We’ll never meet.”

Then one day, things changed dramatically. He mentioned in an e-mail that he was going on a business trip, would be staying overnight in her city, and wanted to meet her in person. 

Her response was one of cautious approach-avoidance. She was interested, was surprisingly circumspect about meeting. Sex talk via Internet chat and meeting in person were two entirely different animals.

Finally, he suggested that they meet at a local restaurant for drinks and dinner. No strings, and no commitments other than he would buy dinner. After some thought, she agreed and they set the date, time and location.

Remarkably, they arrived in the parking lot of the restaurant at the same time and recognized each other at first sight. Both had been quite accurate in their physical descriptions and the attraction that had started by e-mail began to grow. 

Because she had read so many of his fantasies, she had been careful to dress in a short skirt, thigh high hose and heels that showed her legs to their best advantage. She had on a silky blouse that revealed the patterned bra underneath. He was dressed in khakis and a cotton denim shirt and mentioned that she had out-dressed him. She could tell however, by the way his eyes followed the curves of her body, that he was very pleased with her choice of clothing.

She was flattered when he handed her a single rose. It was a corny gesture, but a sweet one nonetheless. In another corny gesture, he held his arm out and she draped hers over it as they walked inside and ordered drinks, then had a slow dinner.

Throughout dinner they chatted, both talking in animated fashion about their jobs and interests. On occasion she would rest her hand on his arm as she made a point, or he would excitedly grasp her hand as he explained something that he enjoyed. As they finished dinner, warm from the effect of the cocktails, the conversation waned and they looked at each other.

Reaching over and laying his hand on hers, he said, “I've had a great time. It was nice to finally meet you.”

“Me too,” she responded looking into his eyes. “I really didn’t know what to expect, but it has been fun.”

“Too bad it has to end,” he said turning her hand over and stroking her palm with his index finger.

“Does it?” she said, looking at him with one eyebrow raised.

“Well,” he said smiling “When we decided to meet we did agree to limit it to chat. We can’t sit here all night and talk.”

“You have a motel room don't you?” she said smiling and dropping her hand to stroke the top of his thigh. “Couldn’t we continue our conversation there?”

“If you insist,” he said, a grin spreading across his face.

He paid the bill and they went to their cars. It was a short drive to the motel and soon they were in his room.

As soon as he closed the door she turned and faced him. He walked over to her and she stepped into his arms. She could feel the strength of his arms and shoulders as he pulled her to him. 

She shivered as he bent and lightly kissed her neck, his tongue barely touching the warmth of her flesh. Slowly he worked his way up until their lips met and they kissed in earnest. She sighed as she felt his hands slip under the hem of her skirt and cup the cheeks of her ass. She could feel the beginnings of his erection as he pulled her hips to press against his.

They stood embracing until he stepped back and began to unbutton her blouse. He worked very slowly, kissing each inch of flesh as it became visible. Soon her blouse was on the bed and her bra followed in just seconds. Still standing he pulled and held her hips against his erection and holding her hips began kissing his way from her lips, down her neck to her erect nipples.

“N-n-n-g-g-g,” she whined as he sucked her left nipple into the heat of his mouth.

“Like that?” he questioned grinning at her.

“Oh, god yes,” she whispered as he moved to the other nipple.

After a minute or so he looked up from her breast and said, “I have something for you. Something you have always wanted.”

Puzzled, she looked around the room and said, “What?”

“Well, it’s a surprise,” he said with a grin. “So I am going to blindfold you while I get it out.”

“I-I don’t know,” she stammered glancing about again. “This is kind of strange.”

“Hey,” he said “Trust me. I promise it will be fun.”

“Well, o-okay,” she said, still unsure.

He walked over to his suitcase, opened it and took out a piece of black fabric.

“Here we go,” he said and he stepped behind her and gently tied the blindfold in place.

She reached her hands out for balance and he was there. Holding her by the waist, he began kissing her again, that same slow progress down her neck, then over each nipple then even further down until his tongue swirled in her navel. Her breathing quickened as she relaxed and let the sensations wash over her.

His kissing and licking slowed and he finally said, “Okay, time for your surprise, let me walk you over here.”

She shuffled in her high heels as he led her a few steps across the room.

“Sit here for a minute,” he said. He helped her sit on the end of the bed, then she felt him move away then heard him rustling in his suitcase again.

She heard his steps approaching and then he grasped her hands and said, “Okay, stand up and walk with me.”

Three steps and then she felt his hands pulling her hands down.

“Lean over,” he said and as she did she felt the palms of her hands meet what appeared to be the wooden arms of a chair.

“Grab the chair arms,” he said and she did as he said. She was leaning over from the waist gripping the arms of the chair.

“Now wait,” he said and let her go.

There was a pause and then she felt something around her wrist and her heart started racing. He was tying her wrists to the chair! Oh, god! He had remembered her fantasy about being bound and had planned it for her.

Soon both wrists were bound, but he didn’t stop there. Before she could recover from the excitement of having her hands bound, she felt him tying one ankle to what appeared to be some type of bar.

After he tied the one ankle he tapped the inside of the knee on her free leg and aid, “Spread 'em.”

She inched her foot over but he wasn't satisfied.

“More than that,” he said as he moved her foot over until her legs were spread quite apart. In a matter of seconds she was completely tied and 

helpless.

He didn’t waste time. She felt him standing behind her and his warm hands ran across her back, stroking lightly, massaging until her muscles began to relax. Standing so close that she could feel his erection pressing into her ass, he reached around and cupped her breasts in his hands.

“U-n-n-h-h-h,” she groaned as he teased the nipples between his fingers, lightly pinching them into erection.

“W-h-h-o-o-o,” she gasped as he licked around the back of her neck and then sucked her nipples into his mouth yet again.

Suddenly he stopped again and stepped away. Being blindfolded was disorienting to her and she froze, trying to hear where he was. Suddenly, she felt his fingers graze the insides of her thigh. Barely brushing the tender flesh he ran his fingers up the hem of her panties then down the other leg.

As his fingers approached the now wet gusset of her panties she would hiss in expectation, only to groan in disappointment as he withdrew them before they reached her satin covered pussy.

He lifted her skirt and tucked the hem into the waistband so it wouldn’t fall.

Then, changing his mind, he said, “I want your skirt off. I’m going to untie one leg and get your skirt off.”

“O-okay,” she panted. “What about my panties?”

“Oh no,” he said laughing “They stay on.”

He untied he left ankle and slid her skirt off.

“B-but why?” she whined in disappointment.

“Because I said so, and you're tied up and can’t do anything about it,” He whispered in her ear as his hand ran inside her panties and caressed the smooth skin of her ass. 

She groaned again as his fingers approached but didn’t quite touch her wet center.

“Oh my, look at you,” he whispered as his hands stroked the inside of her thighs.

“You said you liked oral didn't you?” as for the first time his fingers barely grazed the wet crotch of her panties.

“W-h-h-o-o-o-o, a-h-h-h g-god, yes-s-s-s. I love it!” she gasped as she bucked her hips back seeking more contact.

“Oh, p-p-please,” she gasped. “Please touch it more!”

But he moved his hand away and stroking the insides of her thighs said, “Ah, ah, ah. Not too fast. We want this to last, don't we?”

Then he lightly stroked her crotch again, a little firmer, feeling the lips of her pussy sheathed in slick, wet satin.

“O-h-h-h, n-n-n-o! Uh, I mean y-yes!” she gasped as his finger twirled her clit through the satin.

“A-a-h-h-h!” she gasped. “Oh, yes, please!”

“But you have your panties on,” he chuckled, running one finger up under the hem of her panties and slipping it between the lips of her pussy. “What should I do about that?”

“Oh-wah! O-h-h-h, p-p-please, Please do me. Wh-o-o-o-o! Oh hurry!” she babbled as his finger slipped back and forth barely grazing the surface of her burgeoning pussy lips and lightly nudging the erect nub of her clit.

Again, to her dismay, he stopped and stepped away. Then she felt cold metal against the skin, a knife, at her hip. There was a pull and then the waistband on her panties parted. In a second the other side was cut and she stood completely nude in heels and hose as her panties fell in a damp heap between her wide-spread ankles.

Slowly he stroked her bare bottom, soothing and teasing at the same time. Then she felt his tongue at the base of her ass cheeks and thrust her hips back to give him the access he sought. He was slow, but thorough, licking his way around, then between her nether lips.

“N-n-n-g-g-g, w-h-h-o-o-o!” she gritted and groaned as his tongue swiped across her clit, and in seconds she was pulling against her bindings as her orgasm washed over her.

He didn't stop with one and soon she was gasping and straining as the second then third crashed through her body. Her arms and legs ached from being tied, yet she wanted more. He was only too willing to oblige her.

Stepping away from her he stripped off his clothing. Resisting the temptation to ride bareback and not wishing to break the mood with such a discussion, he paused to roll a condom over his erection and then knelt and untied her ankles. 

Grasping her hips, he stepped between her legs and she gasped in pleasure as she felt the head of his penis brush her thigh and then nestle at the opening of her lips.

“What about?” she gasped as the head slipped between her lips.

“Hush,” he whispered. “It's safe.”

She relaxed noticeably, but only for a second then gasped and groaned as he pushed his erection into her until she felt his pubic hair press into her ass.

“Oh, god!” she gasped as he paused then slowly withdrew, only to start another stroke in. He continued moving in and out slowly at first then faster until her ass was slapping against his hips with every stroke and his balls were crashing against her clit over and over. 

Soon she was in what seemed to be a single extended orgasm and it went for what seemed to be forever. Just when she thought she could stand no longer, she noticed his breathing increase and his stroking become shorter and quicker.

“Uh, oh baby,” he gritted through clenched teeth, “Here it comes!”

“N-n-n-g-g-g-g! Oh p-p-please, y-y-es, give it to me!” she grunted between strokes as her last orgasm rocketed up her spine.

“Uh, uh, uh, oh god! Uh!” he grunted as he stroked into her one last time and held her close as he unloaded his balls.

Gasping for breath he bent over her…Cupping her breasts he held her close, then lightly twisted the flinty nubs until she shuddered in one final orgasm. 

As their breathing returned to normal, he untied her wrists and removed her blindfold. He walked her to the bed and with one hand stripped the covers back. They crawled in and he held her close.



Fantasy Fulfilled



Fun levels were dangerously low. I manage to convince my dad to watch my son for the night. I run home and get ready for a helluva night. Loaded up on painkillers and whatnot to make the next few hours feel more human than wretched, I gotta be careful to drink only juices!

I go to a place known to have more Caucasian men… what I am seeking tonight is not for faint hearted Asian men. Well, I hate generalizations but then I'm not out to gamble tonight. I want my fun.

I was in a backless velvet top and short flared skirt. As I make my way to the bar I get a number of appreciative glances but ignore them all. I wasn't ready to begin. 

I buy straight OJ and sip at it, scanning the place. Time to hunt. 

Hmm, not bad a crowd. I tried to decide on blond or brunette. If I'm lucky, one of each! A blond at the bar reminds me of an ex-lover… I catch his eye and we smile. I knock back the rest of my drink and approach him with my empty glass. 

"Wanna buy me my next drink?"

"Sure babe"

I slide onto the stool next to him and signal the bartender for another: he is quick to replace my empty glass.

"Are you alone?" I ask him. 

"Actually, no… my pals are in the gents right now." Oooh pals. Plural. Am I gonna get lucky tonight? I was seeking two… but how many more can I handle? He is watching me for my reaction and I smile broadly… "Are you guys alone then?" 

"Not anymore" he smiles. 

Two guys approach and whoa am I in luck or what??? These are gorgeous men.

The guy at the bar tries to introduce me and realises he doesn't have my name. 

"I'm Irene" I offered and they introduced themselves as Jack, Zack and Matt. 

We spent some time clustered at the bar chatting. Jack and Zack are brothers. Matt was the guy at the bar. Jack and Zack are brunettes with a fair complexion … both in their early thirties and in IT. We spent some time talking shop before I noticed Matt looking out of place. Matt is also in his early thirties but is in banking. He hates computers. Funny how these guys are best friends then, moving to Singapore together from their native America. 

Finished a couple more drinks and though the guys goaded me to drink some alcohol, I did not reveal why I could not drink, but only teased that I wanted to be sober for everything that happened that night 

I wanted to dance and said so. They couldn't decide who would join me so I pulled Jack and Matt to the dance floor with me. I went wild. The music was good and I let myself go. It was a thrill to be dancing between two men, so close. It wasn't long before their hands started to roam. I held Jack's head as I kissed him… then whispered "Time to let Zack have his turn"

He unwillingly returned to the bar to safeguard our seats and Zack came in quickly to take his place. Lots of shaking, grinding. Plenty of touching, fondling. 

I clung on to Matt and kissed him hard. Then I let him go, turned around and did the same to Zack… mmm feels like pretty solid packages they have down there!

Feeling their strong hands on my bare skin was a thrill indeed. No bra in this top and a skimpy thong under the skirt. They were more than pleased to feel my bare buttocks under the skirt.

Gyrations abound. Big smiles all around. Hands everywhere. Time to get outta here!

They were quick to agree. We had one more round of drinks, they escorted me to the ladies then we were out…

Zack had gone to get their car while I was busy and we didn't have to wait. The three of us piled into the back seat, while Zack grumbled about being the designated driver. 

It was a short drive to their service apartment in town but Jack took the chance to bring me to an orgasm with his fingers while both he and Matt each suckled on one breast. I licked Jack's fingers clean and told him that I'd do the same and more to his cock later…

Fortunately they had a valet service so all four of us proceeded into the lobby straight into a waiting lift… and up into their apartment… there was a lot more hanky panky in the lift of course!

Once the door closed, I knelt down in front of Zack and undid his belt, pulled down his pants and underwear. Hahaha when I expected a big package… I wasn't far wrong. I proceeded to lick and suck him … he was a very good length to deep throat without gagging (just beyond the gag point) and I enjoyed myself thoroughly. He didn't want to come just yet but I didn't give him a choice and pulled out enough to taste his salty cum on my tongue…

I turned to Jack and Matt and wasn't surprised to see that both of them were already naked. "Couch" I told them, and pointed. They obediently trooped to the couch and sat there, side by side. Zack plonked himself on the one seater and recovered while I knelt between Jack and Matt and proceeded to alternate using my hands on one and my lips and tongue on the other. 

Somewhere along the way, Zack undressed himself and proceeded to remove my thong. I turned around and told him "Condom" and he waved a pack at me, grinning. Gosh, these guys are prepared! He licked me to another orgasm before filling me with his hard cock. OMG it has been a while since I have had such a big one. Thankfully I was very wet from my orgasms and he slipped in easily. 

As I concentrated on getting Jack to come, Zack started to play with my ass. With my own juices dripping down my thighs, he lubed his fingers and my ass well. One finger. Then two. It was getting very difficult to make Jack come. 

But it didn't seem that Jack or Matt minded. They pushed me into an upright position and removed my top. I spent quite a while frenching Matt while Jack licked and sucked my breasts and nipples. All this time Zack was still relentlessly pounding into me, though he had stopped fingering my ass. 

Jack wanted a turn, so he rolled a condom on himself and asked me to ride him. With pleasure! As I settled in onto his hard cock (these brothers have quite identical cocks!) I frenched him and Matt took over sucking on my breasts. Zack resumed his finger play on my ass. 

We continued in this manner for a while… until Matt asserted his right for a turn. He pulled me off Jack, removed my skirt and carried me to his room, which he assured me had the largest bed. He had the thinnest cock amongst them and I knew by then that this was not the first time the three had shared a woman. And I could not wait for Matt's cock to fuck my ass. 

He laid me down gently on the bed, retrieved a condom from a side table and rolled it on. As the brothers joined us on the bed – one on each side of me, he lifted my legs and each brother held up one. He entered my wet pussy first and fucked me hard for a while, bringing me to several orgasms. Then he withdrew and gently inserted his cock into my ass. He was slow and very gentle. There was no pain at all. Before long, I was bucking up against him, wanting him to fuck me hard. 

And he did.

Anal orgasms are outta this world. 

We shifted positions. Zack laid on the bed and I straddled him, moaning as his cock filled my cunt. He pulled me down to kiss him and Matt entered my ass. OMG I was so full I could scream! They held still for a while, letting my body adjust to the fullness. Jack busied himself playing with my breasts. Matt kissed my back and shoulders. 

Then they started to move.

I didn't have to move. I COULDN'T move. I was being bounced in between the two men, the meat in the sandwich. Feeling their cocks move in and out of me… one going in the other going out… rubbing against one another inside me, so close to one another yet separated… whoa whoa whoa.

And after a while, they changed syncopation and fucked me in unison. I have not come so hard before. 

Then I feel a cock nudging my lips. I open wide and fellate away. 

Somehow when I planned to have a wild night out, I didn't expect things to get this far. I mean, to have great sex with one guy was really good enough, two was being expectant but I never reckoned three. 

For a moment there as I was being pounded hard by two cocks and sucking away on a third, I thought with such clarity: "Oh my I have all the luck in the world today"

Then the moment passed and I returned to being a ball of non stop orgasms pleasuring the men as best as I could. 

They switched places. This time, Jack laid down on the bed and took my ass, Matt took my cunt and I sucked off Zack. They switched again and with Zack on the bed this time, I rode his cock for a while before Jack pushed me down and took my ass; Matt presented his cock for fellatio.

At no time were their hands not occupied… either caressing a part of me or teasing my nipples. 6 hands giveth a lot of pleasure. 

Jack and Matt were at the end of their tether. We disengaged, they removed their condoms and they shot all over me. Then they promptly fell back on the bed and were falling asleep! I was shocked and it showed.

Zack laughed and assured me it happened all the time… combination of great sex and alcohol tends to drain a guy he said. And for once, he was glad to be the designated driver :) He kissed me and suggested that he help me wash up. I agreed. I was very tired myself and could not afford to spend the night.

My legs were weak and it was with relief that he held my hand and led me to the adjoining bathroom. It had a very spacious shower stall. I told him I liked the water hot and he adjusted it accordingly. He helped scrub my back and I washed my front. Then we started getting frisky and we frenched… He pulled back and said "One sec" while he stepped out of the stall, reached into the cabinet for a condom, skilfully rolled it over himself, stepped back into the stall and closed the door. It was more like a few seconds but nonetheless still impressive!

He lifted my left leg and started fucking me against the wall. It was really really good. 

I felt his cock explode in orgasm inside me and that triggered off my final orgasm of the night. We kissed under the cascading water. 

We finished our shower and he helped to towel dry me. He even blew dry my hair for me!

He asked me to spend the night. In Jack's room, no sex. And we could all have breakfast together tomorrow. Very tempting, I told him, but no, I had to get home. He offered to drive me. I declined again. But if he would let me have $20 for cab fare?

Just $20?? I gave him a look and told him "Sweetie, don't insult me. I just need to get home". He quickly apologised and gave me $20. 

He walked me down and we frenched in the lift. He told the guard on duty that we needed a cab. While we waited, he asked me if they would be able to contact me. I said no, I wouldn't give him my number… but if he'd give me his? He very quickly pulled out not only his name card but his brother's and Matt's! As I put them in my bag, a cab turns in, alerted to a requirement of his services by the very helpful guard.

I give Zack a final kiss as he opens the door for me. 

"Goodnight… and thank you!"

"Thank YOU" he says, with a smile before stepping back and closing the door. I give the cab driver my address and he drives off. 

I relive the night during the cab ride, wishing I had a laptop, wondering if I should repair my PV. The entire episode in their apartment lasted no more than two hours. 

I reach home and write my longest story ever. 

Now I am going to shower (again) and change before taking a slow stroll to my parents' in the cool morning air and watch my son as I drift off to dreamland………



Fantasy Fulfilled



I am a bi curious female with a husband wanting me to fulfill my bi curious fantasy while he watches jacking off. The only time I can talk real dirty to my husband is when he is servicing my clit with his awesome tongue and his digits are filling my pussy. I say things that I am embarrassed to admit to after my orgasm has subsided. Somehow, my husband talked me into trying out my bi curious fantasy. We got online checking out websites with personal ads and found someone that sounded appealing and ready to help out.

I do like to use vibrators and a few other toys while I masturbate and my husband watches. He loves watching me squirm and moan while enjoying a vibrator fuck my pussy.

Our guest arrived and a little uneasiness was in the air. We introduced ourselves and went to the living room while my husband mixed a few strong drinks to loosen us up. I had to admit our girl was attractive. She was about 5'6 with chestnut hair a little past her shoulders. Her hazel eyes were complimented by long luscious eyelashes. She had a good set of C cup boobs. She looked to be in good shape as no fat graced her body. After a few drinks and shots to ease the tension, our girl told us about other couples she had been with. She made the first move and got the party started.

She was behind me with her boobs smashed into my back but I could feel her erect nipples poking my back. She undressed me from behind teasing my husband in the process. As my shirt hit the floor her hands were roaming over my bra covered breasts and over my stomach stopping at the waistline of my jeans. Her touch felt so good I felt dampness in the crotch of my panties. My bra seductively left my tits as her hands began tweaking my nipples to erection. She pulled on my nipples until a little rush of pain shot thru them before she moved to my ass. Her hands groped my ass cheeks rubbing them then moving her hands to my hips making their way to my dampness. As her hand rubs my crotch thru my jeans I rub on her hand letting her know I am very wet and ready. As my jeans make their way down my legs she goes down also. Her nose is touching an ass cheek while her fingers hook into the waist of my panties. Slowly she removes the last article of clothing leaving in the middle of the room naked. Her hands are all over my breasts squeezing my nipples and playing with the curls of my bush. My wetness is now obvious as squishing sounds are heard as her finger fucks my hole. She backs away and starts removing her clothes. My legs have me rooted to where I am standing as I watch her every move. 

The strain against my husbands jeans became too much as he quickly sheds all clothing freeing his very erect penis and quickly begins stroking his meat. I am pulled to the floor by this girl who is telling me to relax and enjoy the pleasure I am about to receive. 

My legs are bent and spread wide exposing my muff to all as she begins running her fingers over it making any second thoughts I might have had vanish. Her touch was exciting me as I began aching in my crotch wanting the feel of something inside me.

Her fingers parted my lips finding the wetness she had caused. She playd with my clit then her fingers sought out my hole and slid inside. Moaning, I started moving my hips into her fingers as she slowly fucked me. I looked at my husband stroking his cock as his eyes were glued to what was happening between my legs. She lowered her head and let her tongue seek out my clit. Her tongue expertly licked, flicked and sucked my clit while her fingers plunged in and out of my wet hole. With this whole new experience of a female eating me out while my husband jacks off made me cum quicker than I wanted. Her tongue didn't leave my twat until all my cream was gone. 

I thanked her for the experience and asked if I could watch her give my husband a blowjob. She crawled on hands and knees to him and removed his hands replacing them with hers stroking his erection. I excused myself for a minute and went to the bedroom to get a recently acquired toy I was dying to try out. 

I came back to see her tongue playing with the head of his cock. He had his eyes closed enjoying her hot wet mouth on him. As she takes his shaft down her throat I can't believe how turned on I am already. She slides her mouth up and down his shaft as I maneuver into my toy. I move behind her and get on my knees placing me even with her ass. I can't wait to slide my prick into her glistening hole. I touch her ass ready to stick my prick inside her fucking her to orgasm.

My hands are on her ass cheeks rubbing them before spreading her cheeks wide. I run my cock down her ass crack. I barely heard her moan because of the mouthful she had. I started teasing her with the head leaving it at the entrance of her hole. The urgent moans made it sound like she wanted to beg but the cock she was deepthroating wouldn't allow that. I pulled away for a few seconds and then in one sudden thrust I shoved the full length of my cock up her soaking wet cunt. She lost the cock in her mouth when her head popped up and she yelped from the sudden invasion of my thrust. She purred like a content cat as she went back to her suck job. 

I was pulling almost completely out of her pussy before filling her again. I kept a steady fuck going until the massage on my clit became more intense and I knew I was close. As I drove my cock in and out of her pussy, I made her take more and more of my husbands cock. The sudden change of pace got my husband to the point of no return. He grabbed both sides of her head holding it still as he fucked her face and I pounded her pussy. As my husband shot his load down her throat, the lustful tension in my cunt shook my entire body as I screamed. She didn't stop sucking until every last drop of cum was swallowed. She raised her head from his lap and asked me to fuck her harder. I bent her over the back of a chair my husband left and made her scream as I shoved my dick in as far and hard as possible and tickled her little pink rose bud. I lubed my thumb with puss juice and with no warning shoved my thumb up her ass at the same time my cock filled her pussy. She threw her head back as a scream emerged from the sensation of pleasure and pain sending her into orbit. She sighed as she got off the back of the chair thanking me for her orgasm. I started stroking my cock and told her no problem but she wasn't finished.

The puzzling look on her face made me smile. I told her not to worry we would rest for a while and eat something before the fuckfest took off again. I removed my toy and naked, we went to fix some drinks while cooking supper.

We enjoyed our meal and drinks while chatting and laughing in the nude. It was exhilarating feeling so comfortable but at the same time the sexual tension was still present as our eyes admired each others bodies. 

After a few more drinks and laughs we started cleaning up our mess. I was standing at the sink with my back turned to the others rinsing dishes. I could feel the presence of another person which sent a quiver thru my puss. I felt hands on my ass and just the anticipation of what was next brought moisture to my mound. A hand lightly ran down the crack of my ass before my cheeks were parted. My wetness began running down my legs as an ache set in my mound. 

When I felt the wet sensual tongue licking my bud, a feeling of lightheadedness swept over my body and sounds of erotic pleasure came from my lips. The tongue expertly flickered over and around my bud. I had never felt so hot and orgasmic in my life. 

I was jerked back to reality as the tongue suddenly stopped. I was confused from feeling so high it took a minute to gather my senses. I turned around to find no one behind me. Disappointment set in as the ache between my legs wanted satisfaction.

I finished the dishes and walked into the living room. My husband was standing in the room with a smile on his face and a rock hard boner. He took my hand as we sank to the floor. He lay on his back and pulled me over his head. I could feel his breath on my lips that desperately needed attention. He ran his tongue over one of my lips teasing me. I whimpered at the touch on my aching vagina. Next he took his tongue over the other side of my vagina making sure he took his time getting to my clit. His hands were on my ass and pulled me closer to his mouth. This time there was no teasing as he began lapping at honey running from my twat. I started grinding my puss into his face when I felt hands push me into a doggy style position. I looked over my shoulder and my strap on was looking me in the eye. A smiling face came to stand in front of me. Her hand was sliding up and down the length of her shaft as she placed her newly acquired prick at my lips. When she put the head to my mouth I opened up and she slid it in. I was sucking a toy cock and it turned me on. I have a cock in my mouth and a tongue on my clit. I am feeling a little whorish inside and enjoying the role. My husband spreads my cheeks and lets a finger play with my bud. I think I have found a new pleasure with my bud being licked and played with. 

I feel a finger slide into my hole and it is immediately covered with my cream. As it leaves my hole it finds its way back to my ass. I feel a little pain as a finger invades my ass but soon I am fucking the finger in my ass. I love the feel of something in my ass while I give head to a woman and a tongue sucks my clit to puffiness. As I fuck the digit harder I feel the power of my climax building. All the my body convulses to the orgasm racking thru my body. 

The strap on is removed as she lays in front of me spreading her legs wide. She didn't have to ask, I knew what she wanted me to do. I tongued her clit while three of my fingers fucked her. I had never tasted another woman and realized it wasn't bad. The fact I was making her squirm as she pulled and pinched her nipples made me feel good. I feel my husbands tongue licking at my puckered bud. I fuck her harder getting her closer to letting me taste all her glory. Moans are coming out below me as she gets closer to hitting her peak. My husband gets a finger wet and puts it back in my ass and slowly works in and out of my bud. I feel the overwhelming sensation of a major orgasm close. I licked faster shoving my face further into her crotch until her hips started bucking and her cream covered my face. Every part of my body shuddered as I came. As I made my final sweep with my tongue, a very erect cock was begging for attention. I was tired asking our friend to do the honor. She mounted his pulsing member and rode him hard and fast until he shot his seed inside her cunt. 

Exhaustion had definitely hit. We fell into a deep sleep of wet dreams and smiling faces. 



Fantasy Fulfilled



This had always been her fantasy...

Bound and gagged and tied to a bed, at the mercy of whoever wanted to fuck her. One night, at a frat party, she got her wish when he came up to her. They had been eyeing each other the entire night, each playing out little fantasies about the other of their own in their minds. After a few rounds of Jack and whatever else she could get her hands on, she told him what her ultimate fantasy was after he had asked her, earlier. 

He thought for a moment, wondering if he could fulfill that fantasy, that WISH of hers. Using it as an opportunity to have a little fun by getting laid as well. After weighing the risks, the pros and cons, he remembered about a bed he had saw in the basement once. One that was usually reserved for any party goers who got a little to hammered and ambitious and needed a place to go in a hurry when opportunity called. In this case, he saw this as opportunity when she called upon him to help her out.

He then told her he'd only be a few minutes, that he'd be back after rounding up a couple of friends; he promised not to keep her waiting. Finding willing participants wasn't hard. They were college students after all, he thought, "...all in our sexual peak, with needs and desires that refuse to be ignored. "

There in the basement, they bound her hands and feet to each post of the bed with clothesline. Her mouth had been gagged and covered with a sock and bandanna. They didn't blind fold her for they wanted the pleasure of knowing she was able to see what each one would do to her and be able to watch her eyes grow wide like a dear in head lights as they did it to her.

The first one, the one she had eyed all night, the one who said he'd help make this little kinky dream of hers come true, didn't waist any time. He quickly tore open her blouse with both hands, like a hungry animal digging in for a feast and cut away the rest of her blouse and bra, with scissors. Next he slid the scissors down the side of her skirt and pulled it off, he did the same with her panties as the others watched hungrily, waiting for their turn, each imagining what they wanted or would do. Their erections were throbbing inside their pants with balls that were long over filled, needing to desperately be emptied inside her. 

He unzipped his pants and took them off, letting them fall to the floor beside the bed. First he grabbed his penis and pumped it to help speed along his erection before climbing on top of her. He found her pussy and found it to be moist, the fingers off his right hand found their way in, sliding each in one at a time. One, two, three, four, until eventually, he had his entire hand surrounded by her cunt. Slowly, they crept up her vaginal tunnel, then his hand formed a ball; a fist, and he began to thrust it as hard inside her as he could. For a moment, he looked up at her face as he did this, he saw that her eyes were scrunched up and she let out muffled moans that he sure was more from pleasure than pain. Finally he'd had enough and he ripped his hand out of her cavity and rammed his hard cock in, instantly releasing his load. "That's a good bitch." He said walking away moments later. 

His friends were waiting...

Now it was his turn, the second one. Quickly his pants came off and he climbed on top of her. He grabbed both her breasts and squeezed them hard like ripe tomatoes. They felt so hot beneath his grip, to the girl, that she almost swore that they would burst between his fingers. 

Next the second one wet his lips and began to suckle her tits, twisting his tongue around her hard nipples. They began to feel chilly in the cool air to her. Then as suddenly as this whole thing began, he swiftly bit down hard on both those nipples, causing one to bleed... She let out a soft scream, but she enjoyed the small torture. She didn't dare complain, she thought. This IS what she wanted and she was going to take it. She wanted to be made helpless and for a group of men to have their way with her and for her to enjoy them doing what they pleased to her, as well. She wanted to serve them by becoming a vessel of pleasure and bliss.

Now he, the second one, moved his body closer upwards, towards her neck and face. He took his elongated member and whipped her face with it hard, from side to side. Next he pulled up her gag until it covered her eyes and said, "If you make any noise, I'll ram this huge mother-fucker up your tight ass and it rip it open, instead." just before he shoved the diamond hard appendage into her mouth. In and out it rocked for nearly an eternity, until he ventured it further in so he could feel the back of her throat with the tip. With a strong thrust, he shoved it in deeper and kept it in until he was done cumming in her mouth. He could nearly feel her gagging on his load. Pulling out, he pushed the gag back down over her mouth and said, "Now swallow like a good girl." She could feel his ooze making its way down he throat.

The third one was already to go, already naked from the waist down. He said that he like the other one's idea of ramming his full, enlarged cock into her ass and the thought of stretching that tight hole of hers thrilled him, and so asked for the first two's help in turning her over and resecuring her to the bed. When that was done, he climbed on behind her, between the V of her legs. He took both hands and spread apart her cheeks, letting his dick tease her rear, eye shaped hole. She was slightly afraid of if he was in fact serious or not and prepared herself for anal impact. She had never had one up there before and knew that if he did in fact slip it in, her rear hole would be a virgin one no more.

He felt no need for lubrication. If this bitch wanted to be used, then used hard she would get it. He wanted to show no mercy when he was ready to make her small, tight ass take all of his engorged dick and take all of it hard and at once.

Gently at first he peeked in only the head and pulled it out until WHAM! He backed his hips up and rammed his gigantic cock in her ass, feeling the hole slightly rip from giving in to his girth. He used his left hand to burry her head into the mattress so that her cries from the intensity of the pain his cock was inflicting would not get out. He held his other arm up in the air like a bull rider as he jabbed his penis to and fro from inside her ass. She couldn't believe the amount of torture it seemed like to be having her ass violated like this and just when she thought she couldn't take any more of this little fantasy and desperately wanted to snap back into reality, it began to actually feel like ecstacy; she was fighting off cumming. She knew she would soon and when she did, she knew it would be long and hard.

When the third one came, he pulled out and sat there for a moment inside her legs to watch as his juices flowed from between her cheeks. For fun, he took the cork he had pocketed earlier from a bottle of wine that was brought to the party and hammered it her hole with his fist as hard and far up there as he could; he didn't want any more of his precious cum getting out, then helped turn her over again. He took pride in knowing that it was his cock that stretched that ass of hers.

Finally, it was HIS turn, the last one. He climbed on top of her, hard and ready to go. He quickly entered her and began fucking that already red and angry, violated pussy of hers. As he grew nearer to cumming, he fought off the urge; he wanted to save it until he had built up a larger load so he could shower her in it. 

The girl had no idea what she was in for. This one just seemed to be having sex with her like any other normal guy would, but then, somehow, she grew nervous and excited because she realized that there MUST be more to this; some kind of surprise he had in store for her. Why else would he be trying to get her comfortable and feeling safe if he wasn't going to surprise her with something?

He slapped her face and said, "You like being controlled my little whore, don'tcha?" and rammed his dick as violently as he could; her head was now hitting the head board, the girl thought that she was starting to get rope burn. She could feel his cock making its way into her womb. "I hope all four of us have knocked your ass up tonight. I'd like nothing more than to fuck your prego ass for the whore you are later on." Strangely enough, the thought of being inseminated during this whole thing wildly excited her. She liked the feeling of being used and benefitting from the pleasure she received while allowing her body to serve their sexual needs.

Eventually the time was right, he pulled his cock out and laid it over her belly, swerving it side to side as he let loose his hot, sticky load, spraying it all over her milky skin, covering her tits, face, chest and neck in it. The girl enjoyed the warmth from it as it landed on her body. She came as he did. Her body bucked and rolled under the last one's cum shower. He smacked her ass hard for daring to cum as he did. She felt her already raw ass sting from the slap.

Now that all of them were satisfied, they let her be briefly to give her a rest. They gently washed her off with some water and removed the cork. She appeared to be lost in orgasmic bliss that can only be achieved with having your ultimate fantasy fulfilled and was extremely worn out from this thorough fucking she receive. 

The first one sat beside her and whispered in her ear, "You did good. We'll have to do this another time again, you know?" The girl shook her head "yes" in agreement.

The third one came up and said, "Want me to untie her now?"

"No," the first one answered. He grinned big and said, "We're leaving her here for the next group."



Fantasy Fulfilled



I have known Tori for many years. We met at a group for divorced singles and became friends over time. Tori is a large woman of Hispanic extraction with little sexual experience outside of her marriage but always had a keen interest in sex but was always too self conscious and shy to participate much. She grew up in a very strict family, so sexual experience for her was very limited. Over the years we have talked and teased each other over and about sex but never went further than that. Tori seemed to enjoy the talking and exchanging of jokes and photos, especially of me. I once made a vcr tape of me masturbating and she kept it for years, even sharing it with some girlfriends I later found out. While we never really had sex together, she had sex with me through fantasy and the tape. I have always been more adventurous sexually and Tori always enjoyed it when I told her of my experiences. I am a naturist and have swung with a number of couples and singles over the years and Tory enjoys the tales I tell. 

Once she dated a guy who was into swinging and encouraged her to join in but she was too inexperienced and shy to participate but I convinced her that she could participate by blowing the guys that came around. She shyly admitted that she didn't know how to suck a guy off. Well, one night I gave her a short lesson one the fine art of blowjobs and she graduated with honors. Later she said she was a much sought after fellatrix at the parties.

Well, anyway, we had been teasing each other about my coming over someday for a nude visit. Just to tease and she told her girlfriend Denise. Now Denise has had the hots for me for sometime. She is a good size gal, sort of rubin-esque shape, and we used to play card with her and her husband. Her husband knew of her attraction to me but seemed to find it amusing. During those times, Denise would flirt with me a good deal of the sessions and I would often leave with a raging hard on and she with hard nipples. She would often have a hot session with her hubby when they got home.

Sometimes Denise and Tori would talk through IM and tease each other about when I was coming down for my nude visit and make veiled comments on how Denise would have to be careful she didn't slip off her chair with all the cunt juice she would have flowing as she drooled over my body. 

So on Thursday, I decided to see exactly how far Denise and Tori would go in following their shared fantasy. I let them know that I would be down on Monday for my "nude" visit. They seemed to really like that idea and I looked forward to it myself. I am not sure they really thought anything would happen but they would be in for an interesting surprise.

To be sure, I was really looking forward to the fun and getting really horny thinking about it. So Monday, bright and early, I headed down to see them. It was about 45 minutes to Tori's place and I was really getting worked up thinking about what I hoped would happen. I finally arrived by mid-morning and walked up to the door. Tori greeted me with a big hug as we went inside. She was wearing her traditional loose shift type of dress. Denise was not there yet but would be Tori informed me. I teased her and asked if she were ready for the nude visit and she laughed and didn't answer for a minute but I could see she smiled very broadly at the idea. 

So we sat at the kitchen table and caught up on friends for a bit. While we talked I slowly started to loosen my clothes. I started with removing my shoes and socks and loosened my shirt from my pants. Tori's eyes started to widen as she noticed my clothes slowing coming loose but I noted her smiling and wetting her lips in anticipation. She said she hoped Denise would hurry up or she would miss the fun. I just laughed and said then we could have the fun instead. As we talked, I slowing dropped my shirt and Tori's hand reached over and rubbed my chest. She was breathing a little more deeply and rapidly by now as she tried to keep talking but was having a hard time focusing. Her hands felt good as she slowly felt my nipples harden. As this was going on, I undid my belt and slowly moved my zipper down. I had a raging hard on at this point and unbuttoned my pants. 

Just at that point, Denise arrived and her eyes widened as she took in the scene. She quickly closed and locked the door while jokingly complaining that we had started without her. But you could tell she was excited by the way her nipples on full tits hardened and stood up like hard erasures. When Denise appeared, Tori jerked her hands back in embarrassment but laughed at her nervousness. To help her, we all just sat there for a bit and talked about friends etc., while Tori got some drinks out. All the while, Denise seemed to have a hard time focusing on my face and a lot more on my chest and the opening in my pants and the large bulge in them.

After Tori sat back down we started talking about sex and things that we had teased each other about IM'ing before. Denise seemed to be getting more excited and I decided to get things a little bit hotter by slowing lowering my pants to the floor. I decided to keep my bikini shorts on a little longer just to tease the gals and boy were they teased. Their eyes were focused on my bulge but and they were a little nervous. Denise may have fantasized but I wasn't too sure if she would do anything for real and I wasn't sure Tori had thought about the possibility if she or Denise actually sucking me off together. But, so far they both seemed to be getting very aroused by my slow stripe tease while trying to hold a conversation. Of course my lower half as still partially blocked by the kitchen table but you could see Denise and Tori moving bit to see if they could see lower into my lap. I finally moved enough to lower my shorts and release my hard cock and they really focused on the tip of my cock that showed a little above the table top. The girls giggled a little nervously at that but kept trying to act like nothing was happening. Denise commented that it was a little warm in the kitchen so I told Denise that she appeared a little uncomfortable and she want to remove a little bit of clothes to be more comfortable. I wasn't sure she would with Tori there but she nodded that it would be nice but just a little. She slowly removed her blouse and teasingly dropped her bra. They revealed a beautiful set of full breasts. They were magnificent and looked ready to suck on. Tori's eyes got very round with surprise but she looked pleased at the same time. She may be shy about her body but she did not mind what we were doing as she looked on. 

Well, things were getting along really well and it was obvious that both of the girls were getting more than what they originally expected but they seemed game to see where things would go to from here so I decided to up the ante. I reached over and caressed Denise's full nipples across the table and she just seemed to purr. I also reached over and caressed Tori's breast through her blouse and she just closed her eyes and moaned at the touch. All this time my cock was beginning to leak pre-cum like mad. 

Denise closed her eyes while I played with her and Tori's nipples and I decided to move closer to them both as I moved to their side of the table. I was standing up between then, nude with a raging hard on and caressing the most beautify breast I had seen a for a long, long time. As I looked down, I could see both Denise with her hand in their slacks, Tori's under the hem of her dress working on their pusses', slow and easy like. I kissed both women's necks and shoulders as we just silently caressed each other. The smell of hot pussy growing more and more as the two ladies got hotter and hotter.

They were messaging my legs and chests by now and seemed to be saving anything else for a bit until Denise moved her hand up and cradled my balls. Tori wasn't far behind and kneed the area just above my cock. It felt so good with both their hands roaming my body. This continued for a little while until Tori firmly grasped my cock and started to move her had back and forth in a jerking motion. She spread the pre-cum around the head of my cock and Denise opened her eyes, level with my cock and said what a waste of good cum. 

She opened her mouth and slowly engulfed the head of my hard cock until she had the entire 7" length inside. Tori's lust filled eyes opened wide at her friends action but didn't stop holding onto my cock and balls. Tori bent closer and as Denise slowly let my cock go, Tori sucked me in as deeply as she could. The girls seemed to really be getting off on tag team sucking me off and I was in seventh heaven. 

It was getting a little awkward in that position so I suggested we move to the living room, to have more room and I suggested to Denise that she might find it more comfortable to remove all her clothes. Tori decided to keep hers on but after a moment's hesitation, Denise skinned off her slacks and panties along with her shoes etc. The smell of wet pussy was all around me by now and the lust in Denise's eye as well as Tori's was in full force. Tori lead me to the living room by my hard cock and almost knocked me to the carpet in her haste to engulf me again. Denise knelt between my thighs and resumed sucking my ball sack and balls in her hot, wet mouth. I was in seventh heaven. 

I reached down and pulled Denise's leg toward me and she got the idea and straddled my head with her dripping cunt just inches from my mouth. I reached up and pulled her hips toward me and as soon lapping merrily away at her sweet dripping pussy. Her mouth and Tori's was busy bathing my hard cock and balls in warm wet mouths as well. I wasn't sure how long I was going to last but I was going to have as much fun as I could bear. 

I was lost in ecstasy as I continued to lap at Denise's juicy cunt. I teased here clit as I forced 2 and then three fingers into her hot wet cavern. She shuddered in the first of what was to be many climaxes and I lapped up her sweet slick cream with gusto. 

Denise was over the edge and decided to scratch an itch that had been waiting years to experience. She lifted her leg and pussy off my face, much to my disappointment, and quickly revered direction. Denise faced me and knelt above my waist, full breast heaving in excitement and cunt dripping onto my erect cock. Tori watched with undisguised lust as her friend made very clear her intention to impale herself on my 7" of hard male flesh, despite thoughts of her husband. The cock she had been dreaming about for years was finally to be impaled in her lusting cunt and she was not to be denied making her fantasy of many years a reality. 

Tori had leaned back while Denise was changing position and had removed her panties to reveal a very hairy wet dripping pussy. She was finger fucking her hot hairy cunt for all it was worth and leaned over with her free hand to grasp my hot man meat below her friend's cunt. She rubbed the head of my cock along her friend's hot dripping wet cunt lips, teasing her clit with the head of my cock. "Stick that fuck stick in my pussy for heaven's sake!!!" screamed Denise in unbridled lust. It didn't matter any more that she was going to fuck me in front of her friend. She just had to have that hot cock in her cunt up to the hilt. 

So, Tori held my cock to the opening of Denise's dripping cunt and Denise slowly lowered her tight hot drenched cunt onto my cock. It felt so intense as to almost hurt with pleasure, but she finally engulfed all of me to the balls. Denise screamed as she experienced another shattering climax, drenching my cock and balls in slicker cunt juice. Tori continued to hold and message my balls and I almost lose it then but held on as to not cum too soon. I wanted this fuck to last.

Denise just stayed motionless as she shuddered through the last of her climax. Her cunt spasmed around my prick in a warm velvet vice. Slowly, she began to move until on the tip of my cock and slammed down on my groin with a wet slapping sound. I gripped her tits and pulled at her nipples while her movement became more rapid and her breath came more deeply. The sight of those ample breasts was pure heaven as they moved under my hands. Tori's breathing was becoming more rapid as she watched my cock pistoning into her friends hot and by now, very drenched pussy. She still had hold of the base of my cock and could feel the wetness of Denise's cunt as it came down on my cock. She squeezed me as hard as she could which of course only served to make me more and more excited. "Pull my nipples harder" screamed Denise as she shuddered through another climax. She was slamming her cunt down as much as she could by now, almost trying to suck all of my cock and balls into her hot throbbing cunt. The combination of that pulsating cunt and Tori's kneading of my cock and balls almost pushed me over the edge but I continued to hold on. 

I finally decided I needed to ram Denise's pussy for all it was worth and rolled her onto her knees as she was recovering from her latest climax. Her head was moving from side to side and she was just saying, "fuck me, fuck me, fuck me you bastard. I positioned doggy style, her hips just right as Tori lined my slimy, dripping cock at her friend hole. Needing no foreplay at this point, I shoved all 7 thick inches of cock into her steaming hole. She moaned in pleasure as my cock seated home and my balls slapped against her clit. Denise moaned out to fuck her hard as I started to slowly piston into her. Tori was busy beside us, one hand frigging away at her own sopping wet cunt as her other hand continued to hold onto my slick cock and balls as I fucked her friend. 

By now, I as on the edge and fighting hard to ride Denise to one last climax. Tori was encouraging me to fuck the hell out of Denise's cunt while Denise was trying to get as much of my cock in her as she could. We were sweating like hell with all the action. The room smelled like cunt juice and acted like some drug on the three of us. I pistoned into Denise's cunt with all the speed and force I could muster as Denise's tits rocked to and froe with our fucking action. It was too much to handle and Denise climaxed hard with a long drawn out moaning scream. As she fell forward, Tori screamed that she wanted me in her mouth so I quickly jerked by slimy cock out of Denise's sopping, spasming cunt and moved over her face and shoved my rigid cock into her gasping mouth. Tori moaned and shuddered though her own shattering climax and her hands squeezed hard on my cock and balls, bringing me to a massive explosion of cum in her mouth. Tori's head moved a bit and my cock pulled loose, and I shot cum on her cheek and down her chin. Tori's mouth held me again like a vise as her climax seemed to go on and on, milking my cock for all it was worth. I held my prick deep in her mouth for what seemed like eternity and finally leaned back across her friend's slick ass and lay over her back as she collapsed on the floor. 

We stayed that way for a bit, caressing each other bodies as we all slowly came down from a most satisfactory fuck fest. The sweat and mingled cunt and cock juices slowly drying on our over heated bodies. We all seemed in a daze over what we had just experienced. So many years of teasing and flirting had just come true and we were slowly relishing the experience. I wondered about Denise's husband as well. I leaned over and kissed Denise and Tori and thought, "Wonder what other fantasies we could act out someday?" Don't know what may come of our dimension of our friendship but, it looked to be fun. 

As I slowly relaxed I thought I heard a sound from the kitchen. The girls didn't seem to hear it so I looked to see what it could be. As my eyes focused on the hallway and I saw Denise's husband standing there in the shadows. At first I thought he might be mad but I soon realized he had a big grin on his face and was busy pumping away on his own exposed cock. "Well, well, well, what have we got here?" I thought...



Fantasy Fulfilled



This story is 100 % fictional but is based on people and events in my life and my fantasies. I hope you enjoy. 

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My name is Bob Smith and this story is all about my fantasies about my crush and how they came true. I am a senior at my high school which is a prep school with a huge diversity of races and ethnicities and cultures. I am an offensive lineman for the football team and am 18 years old weighing in at 210lbs with short brown hair and blue eyes. I stand at 6'0" so my body is pretty muscular. I am one of the big popular men on campus and I probably could get any girl I want but there is this one special girl that I want. My school is pretty diverse in the races of the couples so it wouldn't be odd that me being a Caucasian to go out with an Asian but the problem is that my crush is in a relationship.

Enough about me, the person I have a crush on is named Jen Thai. She is a gorgeous Asian with a nice light bronze looking tan who stands at 5'9" with long black hair that goes down her back half way and has bright green eyes with a nice set of 32 C cup breasts. She is going out with a smaller Asian than me but I can tell she is not too happy but won't leave him. Jen and I would flirt from time to time and we had times where we almost kissed but she always stopped it.

Alright enough with the descriptions and back to how all my fantasies became a reality. It all happened on the day after a big game. The coach was so excited by our win that he gave us the day off but I decided to some lifting in the weight room of our school. I was doing my second rep for bench press when Jen ran into the weight room crying her eyes out. 

She spun around until she saw me and ran to me crying as she said, "Oh god Bob he broke up with me, he broke up with me."

I had a look of complete shock on my face but I have to admit inside I was celebrating as I said, "It is going to be ok Jen. Don't cry. I am here for you just calm down and tell me what happened."

She took a few minutes where she just cried and just mumbled stuff I couldn't understand. She finally started to slow down her crying as she started to calm down and started to say, "Oh Bob he broke up with me. He said I wasn't good looking enough and even refused me when I offered myself to him to make him change his mind", She stopped what she was doing and got up and opened the robe she was wearing revealing her in all of her beautiful glory, "Don't you think I am good looking Bob?"

"Um Jen I think you are the most gorgeous woman I have ever seen but I think you should put your robe back on," I said as I helped her close it up again.

"I am sorry Bob I just had to make sure it wasn't my fault that we broke up," She said as she started to wipe away her tears still sobbing a bit.

"Look Jen sit down cause I have to tell you something," I said as she sat down in front of me, "I have to admit something to you Jen. I like you. No I love you. I have been in love you since we met. I was entranced by your beauty and then when I got to know you and your personality I fell completely in love with you and I have been envious of your jackass ex boyfriend forever and I can't think of a reason in the world why anyone would break up with a girl as amazing and perfect as you."

Jen didn't respond right away but just took a moment and had probably the same look of shock I did when I found out that he broke up with her and apparently had the same thoughts going through her head as I did. She looked me up and down and smiled at me as she said, "So you really have liked me for that long, hmm?"

"Um yeah," I said as I turned away blushing from embarrassment.

"Hey Bob it is ok you don't have to be embarrassed. In fact I am so glad to hear that because I have to admit I have always had a thing for you," she said as she looked me in the eye with a smile. 

"Really, you have always had a thing for me?" I asked her looking like a kid on Christmas morning. 

"Jeez someone is excited. Ha ha. Yes Bob I have been attracted to you since I met you and from the looks of things," she said as she reached out and grabbed my now tented pants, "you are sure attracted to me."

I blushed as I looked down at my ever growing bulge in my pants as I said, "I am sorry Jen it is just you are so beautiful and seeing you nude just got me so worked up."

"Don't be sorry Bob I am so relieved to see that you are worked up because I have something to admit to you," she took my hand and placed it under her robe to her pussy which I found to be very wet and hot, "I am worked up as well."

I couldn't stand it anymore with all the things that have happened and finding out that she has liked me since we met I just exploded. I think I scared her at first when I jumped at her pushing her down with her back on the bench as I slid up her and kissed her passionately on the lips as she started to relax realizing what I was doing. We kept up our kissing and I slowly slipped my tongue past her lips and traced it back and forth across her lips caressing them before she allowed my tongue to slip past her lips starting a tongue war between us.

"You know I am so glad to hear that you like me because from hearing you broke up with him and you showing me your body if you didn't tell me he broke up with you I would have jumped your bones anyway," I said in between our kissing.

"I have to admit that I was getting close to jumping your bones no matter if we broke up or not but at first I was sad we broke up until I saw you working out and I knew I would be able to get over it with your help," she said in between our kissing as well. 

As we continued kissing I slowly slid my hands down her body to the string of the robe and slowly slid it apart letting the robe slid down across her body exposing her body. I could start to feel her hard nipples pressing against my shirt covered chest and I could feel the heat from her pussy on my crotch. I slowly started to move across her face kissing her neck and nibbling on it playfully. 

"Alright that is enough, let me up sweety," she said to me as I got down to the bottom of her neck. 

"Did I do something wrong?" I asked scared that I ruined my chance. 

"Of course not sweety," She said as she got up right when I thought she was going to walk away she jumped onto me pushing me back onto the bench, "I just wanted to do this."

"And I am sure glad you did," I said as she put her hands at the bottom of my shirt and started to pull it up and over my head.

She started to slide her hands up and down my chest feeling me out before she bent down and kissed me roughly with no love just extreme lust and passion. We start having a tongue war as we kiss with animalistic lust. 

"Stand up now," She said in a husky sexy voice as she stood up in front of me.

I stood up in aw of her sexual radiance and I barely had time to stand up before she grabbed at my workout shorts and ripped them down exposing that I was going commando and my cock shot back up hitting my stomach before dropping down and pointing straight at her.

"MMmm is that for me?" she asked as she brought her finger up to her lip and looked at me seductively.

"It sure is sweety now come and get it." I said as I stepped back with my cock in my hand till I was past the back of the bench with her at the other end as I grabbed my cock in my hand and started enticing her as I slowly stroke it.

She saw what I was doing and didn't need any more encouragement as she climbed up onto the workout bench on her hands and knees looking me seductively in the eyes as she slowly catlike walked on her knees toward my cock never letting her eyes leave mine. Her breasts swayed side to side as her ass when up one side and down the other as she slowly reached me.

She finally reached me and she slowly took my cock in her silky smooth hands stroking it up and down slowly never looking away from my eyes as she said, "Now just relax sweety and I will show you the time of your life."

"I will do whatever you say sweety," I said as I let go of my cock so she could have her way with it as I just stood there waiting for what I knew was going to be a slice of heaven.

She started out slowly as her tongue slowly snaked out of her mouth and slowly bent down without taking her eyes from mine as she slowly took a long lick from the base of my cock to the tip making groan and throw my head back in pleasure and said, "Oh god Jen you are so good at this sweety. You are going to make me cum in no time."

She didn't even respond to what I was saying me just started to take more and more long licks all around my cock looking me in eye.

I couldn't do much while she was just starting to give me the best blowjob I have ever had in my life and all I was able to do was groan and run my hands through her hair as she continued increasing her assault of my cock with her tongue. 

I think my groans and my hands in her hair only fueled the fire as she kissed the tip of my cock before she slowly slid my cock through her lips until they touched the base of my cock and the start of my balls while never leaving the depths of my eyes.

"Oh my god sweety I can't believe it but I am getting ever so close," I said as I started to push her head down onto my cock almost thrusting into it.

I know she tried to say something but with my cock filling her mouth all I heard were mumbles with the vibrations making me hit the edge and I figured what she was trying to say is that she wanted to me to cum in her mouth since she didn't stop sucking or move away and that is exactly what I did. I could have screamed so loud it would have woke the dead but I knew we could get caught so I bit my lip and groaned loud as I felt my balls tighten and my hips thrust forward as I felt jet after jet of hot strings of cum deep in her throat as my head flew back.

I was amazed at how well she was able to take my weeks of backed up cum down her throat without even gagging or letting any drip out the sides. She sucked my cock until it fell limp out of her mouth and then she got it nice and clean not missing a spot. 

She slowly got up and looked me deep in my eyes seductively playing with my cum in her mouth and said, "So did you enjoy that?"

"I sure did sweety now come here and let me have some of that," I said as I grabbed her around the waste and pulled her against my body and gave her a passionate French kiss as her and I swapped my cum between our mouths giving me my first taste of my own cum.

"Wow sweety I didn't know you were that kinky," she said looking at me with her eyes glazed over with lust and her breasts heaving up and down from the heavy breathing she was doing from her immense arousal.

"I didn't know I was that kinky either but when I saw you playing with it I knew I had to try it and I am glad I did because it was nice and tasty. Now sweety please lay down because it is your turn to be pleased," I said as I started to move towards her. 

"Oh god sweety I am sure looking forward to this," she said as she slowly started to lie back on the bench.

I slowly start to slide up her body feeling her hot wet pussy and hard nipples slide along my body till I reached her face and bent down looking deep in her eyes as I gave her a soft passionate kiss on the lips before letting it start to lead into a more passionate lustful exchange of tongues. I start to slide my hands up and down the side of her body as I move my kisses of her lips to her neck licking, kissing, and nibbling it when I reached your neck. 

"Oh god baby that's the spot," she said as she moved her head to the side with her eyes closed enjoying the assault I was playing out on her neck. 

I slowly started to move from her neck down to the v of her neck with my tongue sliding it down to the tip of her cleavage and slide it down the middle and back up the sides. I made a special point to not let my tongue touch her nipples and I ran my tongue all over her breasts making her bite her lip and moan wanting me to touch her nipple. I finally obliged her as I raised my head up and dive down clamping my lips on her nipples and sucking and nibbling on them surprisingly making her arch her back and moan while biting her lip.

She stayed like with her back arched for what seemed forever but was only a minute as she writhed around holding back her groans and moans before she lay back onto the bench and passed out. I got scared I had hurt her but she woke up in less than a minute with a new hunger in her eyes and said huskily, "Bob fuck me now! Now!"

I had never seen a woman so eager for sex but I wasn't going to disobey her so I moved up between her open thighs and took my now rock hard cock in my hands and guided it to the slit of her wet pussy. I barely just touched the slit with the head of my cock before she pushed down hard impaling her pussy on my cock to the hilt.

"Now, fuck it Bob! Fuck my pussy deep and hard Bob, now!" she screamed as she started to rub her clit furiously.

I didn't need to be told twice so I took a hold of her legs and put them on my shoulders then took a hold of her waist and started to go at her pussy like my life depended on it. I bent forward pushing her legs into her chest giving me a better angle into the depths of her pussy. I moved my head down and started to French kiss her deeply to stop ourselves from moaning. With the new angle my trimmed pubic hairs were tickling her clit which must have sent her over the edge because I could feel her pussy muscles clamp onto my cock and a hot flood of juices flow out around my cock. I was not ready to cum and I wanted to change stuff up and try a new position so took a hold of her legs and was able to flip her body around without having my cock slide form her pussy as she was now on her hands and knees. 

"Oh baby, come here," she said reaching for my head. 

I bent down placing my face in front of hers and pulled me into a deep and passionate lust filled kiss that we kept going as I continued to pound into her now in the doggy style position allowing for my cock to get deeper into her pussy. I was going so fast my balls were hitting her clit which I could feel was about to set off another orgasm of hers and I knew I was getting close to one of my own. I slide back almost out and thrust into her pussy one last time with as much force as I could which made us both slide up the bench as I felt both our orgasms explode at the same time.

We both groaned and moaned at the same time as my cock shot my white ropes of cum first into her pussy setting of her orgasm as her pussy clenched tightly around my cock making her arch her back and writhe around the bench making it difficult to hold out kiss together but we managed and we both finally slowed down and my cum covered cock slid out of her pussy and we both felt our bodies go limp as she fell and laid down on the bench as I sat back on the bench admiring her open pussy oozing my cum out. I do something I thought I would never do as I bent down and started to lick her pussy eating up my cum and hers cleaning it all up. I finally finish and start to clean up the bench as well as she starts to gain some strength and gets up and sits facing me as she watches me finish up the bench.

"Wow baby you don't know how hot that looks," she said as she scooted towards me, "Here let me help you clean the last of it up." 

I sat up as she bent down and cleaned my cock of our combined juices which looked so hot but I was so tired from all that happened to get another hard on. She finishes and sits up facing me playing enticingly with our cum in her mouth. I reach for her head and pulled it towards me so I could kiss her yet again as we swapped our cum back and forth until she swallowed it. 

She reached out arms wide and we embraced in a loving hug as I lean back holding her on top of me as she said, "Thank you Bob. Thank you so much you don't know how much I enjoyed that and I hope there are many times like this to cum. Pun intended," 

"No thank you Jen. I have had many fantasies with us in it but nothing compares to the real thing and I would love for this to just be a sample of what is to cum," I said as we kissed.

We laid there for a while just holding each other in our arms before we both decided we needed to get going before someone came looking for us so we both got up and got dressed and left the weight room hand in hand with many more sessions to come. Thank you for reading my story and I hope you enjoyed it. Please leave any comments and please vote for it. Thanks again. 



Fantasy fulfilled



As I was getting dressed for the evening, I glanced at my wife putting her makeup on in the mirror of the bathroom. She is beautiful. Thick dark brown hair that falls just past her shoulders. Angel eyes that take your breath away and cum dripping cherry lips that make any mans cock come to life. She was just finishing her mascara when I came up from behind her putting my arms around her and kissing her neck. She loves when I nibble gently just below the ear. 

"You look gorgeous", I say as I smell the perfume I gave her for our anniversary.

"You don't look half bad yourself", she said, noticing my new shirt and turning into me kissing me hard on the mouth and caressing the slight bulge in my pants. "Just wait until later. I have a surprise for you."

We have been married three years and although we have had our ups and down as all married couples do, our sexual passion and excitement for each other was as strong as ever. She is younger than me, in her early twenties. I am eight years older. 

She said softly, "I am going to fulfill one of your fantasies tonight."

Instantly my dick responses as a million ideas go through my head in a matter of seconds. "Oh yeah? Said I, which one might that be?"

"Oh just the one you talk about every time you fuck me doggy style on the edge of the bed."

"Surely not that one. It's just a story I tell you to get you excited when we have sex."

"Who gets excited?" She demanded. "Not just me that's for damn sure." "Well", she said teasingly as she ran her fingernail across my lips, "we will just have to see how it goes." "Take me out to a nice meal. Wine me, dine me and let me see if I can keep that big boy in your pants hard all night until I say its time." 

I love it when she is this way. Dominating, seductive, mysterious. She has my full attention. 

"Let me fix my lipstick again, help me with this necklace and I will be ready to go." She is wearing a short black dress, heels, and looks absolutely stunning. 

Being a mom and working full time, its not very often we get to go out on the town and get wild like this. I say goodnight to our boys and tell the babysitter we will be home by midnight. 

I hold her hand as we walk down the driveway. I open her door and comment again on how beautiful she looks. As I pull out onto the street, she leans over and plays with my hair and the back of my neck. It drives me crazy when she does that. 

"Does my lover feel good tonight? She asks with a grin?"

"Absolutely I say…"

"You know that I love you and adore you right baby? She asks with wickedness in her voice…are you up for some playtime tonight?"

"Oh yeah, I say breathlessly…"

"Good then. Let me show you something." I glance over as she spreads her legs and lifts her dress. Taking my free hand she says, "feel my shaved pussy." I reach over and discover she is not wearing any panties and indeed her pussy is smooth and bald. She is already wet and I can feel the slickness as she rubs my fingers around and around. I slip a finger inside and just about run off the road. "Whoa there big boy. Lets not have an accident before the night gets started. Let me show you how a woman fingers herself to orgasm." She continued to rub herself and slip one and then two fingers deep inside. She wiggled and moaned and after a few minutes came softly beside me. "Wow that was a great start to our evening", she said as she offered her pussy soaked juice fingers to me. I gladly sucked them and thanked her for shaving her pussy. She knows how much I love to eat her pussy when its clean shaven.

We arrived at favorite restaurant and I got us a table in the back. After a wonderful meal and lots of sexual conversation we decided to go dancing at a local club. We are not smokers, but on occasion when we go out for drinks and dancing, my wife will have a few cigarettes. She knows how just watching her smoke seductively turns me on like nothing else. I stop at a convenience store and pick up her favorite brand. I also get a lighter and some breath mints. Back in the car, I offer her one and light it for her. The wisps of smoke drift aimlessly out the cracked window as she reapplies her lipstick and gloss so that it looks perfect. The dark liner she applied earlier makes her look so sexy. I can't wait to kiss it off. I often call this look of hers "killer lips" and it's my favorite. 

"Well Ms. Hollywood, are you ready to go dancing?" I ask as we pull into darkened back parking lot of the club.

Ms Hollywood is my nickname for her because when she is dolled up like, this she certainly could pass for a movie star. It's also her cue to be someone else and to let go of her inhibitions and for her to let her naughty side out. 

"Not until I can get a taste of your cock first," she says. She reaches over, unzips my pants and pulls out a very hard cock. She takes a drag off her cigarette. Looks up at me and slowly blows smoke across the head. She flicks her tongue to catch just a taste of my precum oozing out and rubs it with the tip of her fingernail. "Where did this come from?" she asks teasingly? Dipping her finger again into my precum and offering me a taste. At this point I would do anything she has be so excited. "Will you do anything for me?" She asks.

"Yes anything" I answer quickly.

"Anything at all?"

"Anything at all mistress. I am your slave tonight."

"Good" she says, as she takes my cocks deep in her mouth and gently sucks it with long, hard strokes. She senses that I am about to cum and pulls off, saying "not until later baby…much later. Hold on to that thought. Keep that dick nice and hard for me."

"Yes, mistress" I answer. I zip up my pants; kiss her once more before she reapplies her lipstick and gloss. Then we head inside. 

The place is crowded with a college age crowd. Lots of loud music, lots of flashing lights. Lots of horny college boys looking for action. The younger girls are dressed much like my wife. Short dresses, heels, makeup. I enjoy people watching. There are lots to look at. My wife asks me to get her a drink and I leave her alone at the small table and head to the bar. With it being so busy it takes a few minutes for me to get our drinks and find my way back to the table. When I return she is gone. I look around the room and see her dancing with a young black man. After the dance, she brings him over to our table.

"I can't leave you alone for a minute can I?" I say playfully as she introduces Billy to me. Billy is a sophomore at the local college. 

"As soon as you left he asked me to dance", my wife explained. "He is soooo handsome, I couldn't resist." She winked at me. "Billy this is my husband." 

Billy said, "man I didn't know she was married. Sorry dude."

"Not a problem at all, I said, please join us."

We ordered another round of drinks and I found out Billy played high school football and just looking at him could tell he had a great body. No wonder my wife thought he was handsome. The music changed to a slow song and my wife asked me if she could dance with Billy again. 

I said, "Sure, just don't do anything I wouldn't do."

I winked at her as he took her into his arms. As they danced this slow song I watched them closely. My wife was caressing the back of his neck and leaning in close to him. His arms, originally around her waist, kept dropping lower and lower. She was looking straight at me and I am certain I saw her mouth the words, I love you as she moved his hands to her ass. She was letting him feel her up right in front of me. Instead of getting angry my dick was hard as a rock, aching to be released. I continued watching them as she whispered something into his ear and then stole a kiss from him right there on the dance floor. 

This was the fantasy she was giving me. During sex I always talk about watching her with a black man. While doing her doggy style on the bed, I say things like I would like to watch her suck a black man off while I did her from behind. That I would like to help her give him a blowjob. That I would like to be underneath her and lick her pussy while his dick pounds her from behind. But these were just stories! I would not really want this to happen!! Would I? Would I really want to have a threesome with another man? My dick betrayed me. Certainly I did want this. I couldn't look away. She had him positioned so that she was looking right as me smiling that wicked grin. I could tell she had told him she wasn't wearing any panties because I could only see one hand now on her ass. The other one hidden between them. And where was her other hand? One was still lovingly stroking the back of his neck the other mysteriously disappeared. I knew she was rubbing his cock though his jeans! And was he fingering my wife? The pussy I had fingered just hours ago?

The song was over much too quickly and when they came back to the table, Billy felt really nervous around me all of a sudden and excused himself to the restroom. After Billy was out of earshot, my wife said, "That was fantastic! Did you see us out there? He had his finger in my pussy and I felt his dick. Baby it is sooo big!! This is the fantasy I want to give you. This is the guy that's right to play with us."

"Do you think he will come home with us? I asked."

"Oh I don't want to bring him to our house. First you need to talk to Billy and see if he is willing and I will call the sitter and see if she can sleep over. We can get a hotel room and find out if this fantasy you have expressed can really come true."

"Ok" I said and headed off to the restroom to talk to Billy.

Billy was at the urinal when I walked up next to him and took a pee myself. I glanced over and had to look at what my wife said was a huge dick. Billy caught me looking and I asked him point blank if he thought my wife was sexy. "Hell yeah" he said. 

"I saw you two out on the dance floor", I said. 

"Hey I am sorry man, she was coming onto me."

"It's all right Billy. I like you. She likes you. We wonder if you would like to share a hotel room with us tonight and have some playtime?"

"Hey man I am not queer, Billy said. I just like girls."

"That's fine. I am not gay either. We just have a fantasy having a threesome with another guy. We can just share her and see what happens."

"Billy said, you mean I can fuck your wife?"

"Yes I said if it's ok with her. It's her rules. Whatever she wants. Whatever she desires. Whatever she says."

"Sounds good to me man. As long as you're cool with it. Let's get back to her table."

This time when we returned she was there, alone waiting anxiously for our decision. The grin on both our faces answered any doubts she might have had. 

"Let's go lovers", as she put her arm around both our waists and headed back towards the car.

I opened the passenger door for her like before but this time she got in the backseat and pulled Billy in with her. I started up the car and began heading back to the interstate where the hotels were. I could certainly hear them kissing and I adjusted the rearview mirror so I could steal a glance and watch them when I could. He was all over her. They both were getting to know one another very well. I saw him unbutton the front of her dress and imagined the slurping and sucking I heard was him devouring her breasts. 

"Hey save some for me I begged."

"There is enough for both of you" she replied between heavy breaths. 

The hotel was just ahead and I told them I was pulling into the parking lot and they should put themselves back together. I went inside, rented a room and when I came back out, they were grinning ear to ear but my wife's dress was at least buttoned back up. 

I had rented a room with a king size bed to accommodate all of us, but the first thing my wife did when we stepped into the room was to freshen up in the bathroom. I pulled back the covers on the bed and adjusted the lighting so that it was no so bright. I turned on some music down low and started taking off my clothes. Billy took my cue and stripped down to his underwear as well. He did have a great body and the bulge in his underwear was huge. I couldn't help staring. I lay back on the pillow on the left side of the bed and Billy took the right. The anticipation was killing us both. What would happen? How far would she go? 

Those questions would soon be answered as the bathroom door opened and out walked my wife in a very sexy nightgown. I hadn't realized that she had packed an overnight bag with a few essentials. Her makeup was refreshed and she looked amazing. 

"She said boys, boys, boys; you have too many clothes on."

We simultaneously took off our underwear as she climbing between us taking a cock in each hand. 

"She said, just lie back and enjoy. Realizing that what ever I do to the one, I will soon do to the other and visa versa."

At that I felt her mouth swallow my hard cock. She began stroking him and sucking me. Then her mouth left mine and her hand began stroking me as I heard him suck him. She gives great head. She urged us to get closer together so we scrunched in next to each other. My body slightly touching his. This way she could switch back and forth more easily. After a few minutes she demanded we roll over on our stomachs. She began caressing and massaging my butt. Just knowing that she was doing the same thing to Billy was so exciting. I heard her reach for her overnight bag and she took some massage oil out and liberally poured it on our backs. She began massaging us and her fingers teasing the crack of my ass as she got near there. Soon she was fingering our asses and squeezing our balls. I was in heaven. 

"Ok it's my turn," she said as she lay back on the pillow between us. 

We found the massage oil and began massaging her breasts. I took her right side and Billy the left. I was nibbling on her ear and neck and Billy was sucking her nipples. We had four hands rubbing and exploring her body. 

I whispered that this is the best fantasy ever and that I loved her so much. 

"Will you do anything for me she asked?"

"I said anything for you my love."

"She again asked anything?" I gave her that quizzical look and she just smiled. Then she asked me to sit in the chair over in the corner and watch as she made love to Billy. 

I told her yes and got up, made myself comfortable and began stroking my dick. She began sucking Billy and then climbed on top of him and slid his dick into her with one quick thrust. She began riding him back and forth. I could see his dick working its way in and out of her. She was like a bitch in heat. At that point nothing less than a water hose sprayed on her would stop her from cumming. She began yelling at Billy to fuck her hard. To slam that cock up inside her. To make black babies with her. To fuck the shit out of her. She placed her hands on his throat, in a chocking hold and applied a little pressure. As she continued to rock back and forth, faster and faster. Riding the black train to the end of the line. She arched her back and came hard as Billy wildly pumped his seed into her. 

Exhausted my wife rolled off Billy as he recovered. After catching her breath she asked, "How was that baby? Did that turn you on watching me fuck Billy?"

"God yes! I said." As I knelt by her side. I kissed her lips and held her face in my hands. 

"Do you want a turn now baby?"

"Absolutely" I said as I climbed on top of her. 

"It's time now. Cum in me. Shoot your load inside my pussy."

I lasted just a few minutes before exploding deep inside her. Finally releasing the load I had been tormented holding back all evening. Billy was still resting beside us stroking his cock. Trying to get it up again. 

As we held each other close. She said "would you do one more thing for me?" 

"Anything," I answered.

"Will you eat my pussy?" It had always been my fantasy to taste a chocolate vanilla swirl. To eat the cum from a black man mixed with my cum out of my wife's pussy. She didn't have to ask twice. I was between her legs in an instant. Lapping the juices as they dribbled from her. I eagerly swallowed huge globs of sperm. This tonguing action brought her to orgasm again. She grabbed my hair and pulled my mouth tighter against her pussy as she came. Billy had moved next to her and was feeding his dick to her as I finished eating her pussy. This got me excited again. Watching her suck him so close to me. Wondering what it would be like to have his dick in my mouth. Curious how it would feel. Billy was on his knees next to my wife's face. His eyes were closed and he was concentrating on getting his erection up again. 

I gently kissed my wife's thighs, stomach and breasts. Working my way closer. Trying to get a better look at what she was doing. Sucking his long black cock. I started kissing my wife's cheek and face. Getting closer and closer to Billy's dick. She pulled it out of her mouth and ran her lips back and forth along the shaft. She paused and kissed me on the lips then went back to sucking and licking and running her lips back and forth along the shaft. Billy was moaning, his eyes still closed. Saying that sure feels good. Don't stop. She paused, kissed me and then offered his dick to me. I followed her lead and did exactly as she had showed me. Running my lips back and forth along the shaft them putting it into my mouth and sucking it. Swirling my tongue all around and then pausing. Kissing her and she would take back over. We took turns doing this sharing his cock with me. It was wonderful! 

When Billy was hard as a rock, my wife gave me the cue to work my way back down to her pussy. She rolled over on top of me in a 69 position and asked Billy to fuck her doggy style from behind. He gladly obliged and eased his black dick into her waiting hole. I was underneath her licking her clitoris and had a great view. Billy's ball sack would touch my face each time he slammed into her and my tongue began wandering. Licking and sucking her pussy and Billy's dick. 

"Man that feels good, he said. Keep licking down there at the same time. Oh boy!!"

My wife began getting me hard again. I was on overload. Billy would push forward and stay longer each time I would suck and play with his balls. Then he would pull back and then he would thrust forward and I would lick and suck his balls again. The whole time my wife was sucking me hard again and playing with my asshole. She had her finger all the way inside and it felt so wonderful. 

"Where's that massage oil?" Billy suddenly asked, "I need some lube to fuck your wife's asshole." 

I crawled out from underneath, located the oil and began fingering my wife's ass, getting it well lubricated for Billy's cock. One finger… then two fingers. I couldn't resist rimming her ass with my tongue. Gently forcing my tongue inside her. I gave it a few more licks then decided my wife was more than ready.

"Honey lay down," she said. And climbed on top of me. Reaching for my cock she slipped it inside her. She leaned on top of me, and lifted her ass in the air making it accessible to Billy. Billy eased his cock inside her ass and I could feel his dick next to mine and we were both inside her at the same time. We started out slowly then worked up into a rhythm that left all three of us exhausted when we all came at once. 

We slept late the next morning. I awoke to the sounds of lovemaking; my wife was on top of Billy riding him quietly next to me. When she saw that I was awake she smiled and said, "Lets do that again!" 

"Lets do what again?" I asked

"EVERYTHING again" she said as Billy reached over and started playing with my cock.  

THE END. 



Fantasy Fulfilled



When Carrie broke it off with my brother Dean, I set my sight and lips on my dreamy brother. My brother is so physical, always doing things to stretch his body to the limits. He'll jog before going to his classes in the morning, then cycle to college, and then work out at the campus gym. How Carrie could have dumped my brother for some dork is one of the great mysteries of the world. Perhaps her pussy was too tight to handle his humongous hard-on. I know how big my brother's cock thanks to the fact that we experiment and fool around some last year before our college classes started. My brother Dean was about to fuck me when he meet Carrie and began dating her, so we stopped. But I never stopped wanting my brother as a lover. 

A gang of party people gathered at the community center for a game of volleyball. Dean dominated the event, his sweaty physique making my panties damp. From the way that some of the other girls were eyeing my brother I knew I wasn't the only one whose panties were soaked. I knew I had to spend some quality time with my brother's cock soon or my chance to get in his pants would be lost again. 

My plan was simply, after the game I called him tell him I need his help move something to my place, what I was think was his cock move in and out of my pussy. When we meet on the steps of the community center, my curvy body hugging outfit made even him do a double take just like every guy that had passed me on the step had done. I could tell he was checking me out, noting how my hooters pushed against my tight red school shirt. My denims were super tight, and the material of the crotch was push up between my cunt lips. He stared at my camel-toed pussy mound as he came up the steps. When I turn around he couldn't help see the string thong I was wearing poking out the top of my super tight jeans. As he came closer I posed for me as provocative as I could in my tight outfit. 

I watched my brother muscles ripple as he lift the heavy boxes into his truck's bed. I ran my hand over his muscular arms and back when I was able. I tightly hugged him to as a thank you, pushing my breast against his chest, inhaling his musky, sweaty scent. I wanted to drop to my knees to get at the growing erection I felt. I wanted to see it, touch it, and taste it. Since my brother is a tit man I knew he couldn't help noticing my hard nipples trying to poke holes though my shirt.

We talked as we drove to me place, just BS-ing. I kept catching Dean checking me out when I moved around the cab of his truck. My T and A had his full attention, and his cock growing harder. I asked my brother to stop at a drug-store. I made sure to wiggle my ass as walked across the parking lot, since I knew he was looking at it. When I could back he asked if I had got what I needed. Smiling I said, "Not yet, but as soon as I can get one of those condoms on your cock. I will." 

Dean looked shocked, as I said, "Brother, I want you in me, here and now." Dean had told me once about a kinky fantasy of his to make in a busy parking lot, since his truck are so darkly tinted. I was willing to make it happen if it meant I could have him. I grappled with his crotch and rubbing his bulge that told him I was serious. Dean had shit-eating grin on his face as he moved his truck to a spot in the parking lot with more shadows thanks to it now getting darker. 

Dean pulled my shirt over my head. He kissed my smooth-skinned shoulders before taking my bra off me. Dean a real tit man, swirling wet circles around and around my firm nipples. As his tongue dance around my ivory jugs, he paid attention to ever bump on my large areoles. This was like to first time we had ever fooled around, Dean's mouth loving my fleshly globes but added to that excitement we're in a public parking with me naked to my waist. I rubbed his dick through his denims. But I had to feel the heat in a flesh-to-flesh way.

Like most jocks, he enjoyed showing off, he deserved to. He helped me push his denims all the way down so I could see his throbbing member. It looked better than I remembered. I stroked his hard-on with one hand and pushed his shirt up so I could cover his solid chest with endless kisses, and return the favor by swirling my tongue around his nipples and nibbling on them. I whispered in his ear, what to know if being naked in his truck about to be fucked by his own sister in a public parking lot was turn him on as much as it was me. "My thong panties are soaked." I whispered in his ear. 

Dean couldn't wait to get at my hot pussy. He pulled my denims down from my hips and felt the musky heat from my crotch. His fingers pressed into my pussy through the moist material of my panties. My juices totally soaked the thong, and I teased. "I better get out of these wet clothes." 

The panties clung to my sticky crotch, but that didn't stop my brother from peeling them down with such excitement. My bare beaver really got to him, drawing his fingers to my syrupy center. He fingered my slit and me to slam into his hand. My warm pussy swallowed up his fingers. Dean knew how to finish me, moving in with his mouth. My pussy was the first he had ever tasted. So for him going down brought a flood of special memories back. He licked the love honey sliding from my snatch. Then he lashed my clittie with his sizzling tongue. "So good!" I moaned. "So damn good!"

He got me all the way off until my juices soaked onto the upholstery. He kissed me; I tasted my own warm flavor on his lips. It then my breath's turn on his balls.

His cock was the hard stuff of legends. It throbbed to my touch, and I used my warm hands to further heat him. That wild thing flexed and surged between my palms as I rubbed him frantically. Then I felt Dean's nudging pressure, urging my lips to his long one.

My thirst for jism was overpowering as I began on his big-boned erection. The sweaty scent of him gave me a heady feeling, a definite rush. As if being naked at night in a truck in a parking with my own brother's cock about to go in to my mouth wasn't enough already. My tongue traced the rigid lines of his cock form its massive knob to its thick, fleshly base.

A bath of kisses rained down on his cock until that rod glistened in a wet sheen. My hands clutched his pole, climbed to the summit, the slid down with tightening pressure. Slow and gentle stroking gave way to frantic hand jerks. Dean's heavy breathing and thrusting hips told how good he felt. My lips raced to the knob of his sweet rod. I opened wide to feel the branding bliss of his penetrating cock. He slid his fingers through my hair mumbling how good a cocksucker I was. He didn't have to tell me what I already knew. Nothing would make me stop until the foamy cum filled my face. I could do nothing less in the close presence of his fantastic prick. 

My pussy twitched in pleasure at the feel of my brother's fat rod between my lips, my juices flowing as the shaft pressed against my tongue, the sweet leak of pre-cum making him taste even better. My brother squirmed around on the bench seat of his truck until he could reach my crotch, two of his fingers sliding up between my slit and spreading apart inside my love canal giving my pussy a dizzying tingle of excitement.

At that point the whole student body of the college could have been watching me suck off my brother, and I would have stopped. I was hot, on fire-my focus was on his thick staff of hard meat throbbing between my lips. I hungered to feel the gushing spurt of his spunk pumping between my lips and into my mouth.

My hunger was satisfied in just a few minutes. My tongue had just begun to working at the spot just below the underside of my brother's pole when Dean moaned, hips bucking forward to slide more of his cock into my face. I heard him moan, a wordless cry of lust, and felt his balls roll against my chin as a wrenching twitch of pleasure twisted his body. 

Dean's thick prick swelled between my lips, and then suddenly the gush of his hot jizz filled my mouth. I gobbled as fast as I could, swallowing what seemed like a pint of his goo while my brother moaned my name over and over again in the spasms of his climax.

When my Brother's orgasm was finished, his body wet limp, but his cock did not. I looked up into my brother's face rubbing his hard thing against my cheeks and tits, before rolling a condom over and down. He slid across the bench seat to give me more room the work with. I straddled him, dropping my weight onto his erection with a long sigh, my cunt giving a clenching twitch of joy at the feeling my brother slab of meat drive deep into my fuck-hole. I began to bounce up and down on him, yelping with pleasure every time my down stroke pressed the tingling pearl of my clit against his body. 

My tit-loving brother fondled my breasts, pinching my nipples, his fingers slide over my globes squeezing them increase my excitement. Then he grabbed my hips, yanking me hard against his up thrust hips, my love button crush into his crotch. My back ached and I exploded in a huge orgasm, my cunt clamping in uncontrollable frenzy around his cock as wave after wave of ecstasy seared through me. 

I heard Dean grunt, and felt his cock swell inside my cunt. I could feel his spunk flood in the tip of the condom. I imagine it shooting into my guts, a river of frothy white sperm blasting from the reservoir of my brother balls. Imagining his load empting into my womb and not the condom made my cunt release another flood of juices. I could hear the wet slurping sounds of my brother's prick slopping around in my soaked pussy as I hump him. 

Finally my orgasm had drained me. I sat on my brother's lap breathing heavy my head on his shoulder, the cab of his truck smelled of sex. I was glad his bench seat was leather other wise my leaking cunt would have soaked his seat. I slide off of my brother, his cock was surprisingly still hard. "I want to go again." he said. I was stunned, I had sucked and fucked him two orgasms and he wanted more. He was the man of my dreams. "I want to fuck you from behind sis." 

The cab was too small for that kind of fuck and I said so. And again my brother stunned me saying, "we could get out and I could bend you over the hood." My brain should have scream "What are you crazy? Isn't fuck your own sister in a parking kinky enough?" instead I feverously looked around the parking lot, "there over there." I said as I pointed to what looked like the darkest spot in the parking lot. 

Once we moved over, we slip out the drivers' side. We move quickly into position, I had put a new condom on my brother hard member on the drive over. His hands gripped my hips tightly, as he fucked me fast and hard from behind. His cock made slurping wet sounds as he pumped in and out. Being in the open fucking had us both gasping , trying to be quiet try not to draw attention, but at the same time the pleasure was making us what to scream. His pace was impressive his stamina was incredible, I would have loved him to fuck me this way all night and the way he was going I almost thought he could. But were we where made that impossible. I hunched back to meet him, and when his fingers tightened on my hips, I reached between my legs to tickle his balls and give him an extra thrill. 

He moaned, a little too loudly, thrusting hard, and groaned as another spurting river of goo blasted through his twitching cock into the condom. As soon as he finished blast his load he pulled out and we hurried to climb back into the cab. I remove the stick condom off my brother finally soften cock, and on the drive to my place and clean it with my mouth. I hung my panties over his mirror. After dressing I climb out of his truck and smiling I reminded him that condom came in a three pack, and I asked he wanted to come up and finish off the last one in my bed. Dean clothes were back on only long enough for me to get him into my place then they were off again. Have cum three times even my brother's incredible stamina need some help to get hard, it took a while but either of us compliant at how long I took suck him hard. Once he was hard he return the favor by fucking me close to an hour straight, when he balls emptied into the condom, we fell into an exhausted sleep.



Fantasy Fulfilled



I guess I need to describe her, the vision is burned into my mind.

The crazy part is I don't know why. I just do not completely understand the attraction.

Sylvia is my massage therapist. She is 40, dark haired, and the right term would be voluptuous.

I knew very quickly that I had found the right person.

Normally I spend a lot of time finding someone, any of you who go for regular treatments know the drill.

It is a solid stream of fresh out of the school "therapists", without fail scared to death of breaking some rule. And without fail they don't have a clue about a human body and how it works.

Society has rules, made up by men and women in charge. They decide what is right and what is wrong, impose restrictions. The words are then written down on paper, with fines imposed on those who cross the line.

Then they return to their own lives at home and break them.

So the new therapist, fresh from the classes that teach all of those rules will rub the feet, then the lower legs. Next it is the back, then the head. They wouldn't dream of touching someone's butt, or abdomen. 

They are sure that men go crazy and uncontrollable if they did that. Never touch a breast, that is abuse, there is a fine for that.

Undrape the butt, work on the thighs? Not likely.

Sylvia isn't like that. She a pretty lady of what looks to be Greek origin. She is one well filled out woman, full busted, full hipped, a tad on the bigger than she needs to be side. She carries it so well that it really isn't even noticed, she is beautiful.

Not the type of woman I would even go for normally, but there is something about her.

That "something" is an excitement, an eagerness. She has the magic ability to make anyone and everyone feel like they are the complete and total object of her attention.

So I reacted just like any other male would do, I fell completely and hopelessly in love with her.

She knew that, too. Yet somehow she managed to maintain just enough distance to keep the situation on an even keel, yet keep me coming back for more, over and over.

The truth is she is very good at what she does, managing on one side to seem to be totally vulnerable, while actually not being vulnerable at all.

Yea, I know. That doesn't make sense. In nearly four decades of going for a full body massage roughly once each week, I can count on the fingers of one hand the women who stand out so far above the rest as to be constantly in my memory.

Those rare ones I simply fell in love with.

Now that I am in my early sixties, one would think that I would be old enough to know better, to have some kind of control over my own fantasies.

I don't, though.

I wanted her hands on me, I wanted her to touch me completely, stroke me. I didn't want her to just do it, I wanted her to want to do it.

Since I am married, I am not supposed to think like that, do things like that. But in 40 years, I would hazard a guess around 50 or so therapists went over that line and did the extra favor.

Or at least tried to.

When I was much younger and far more virile, I even paid some when that elusive orgasm was the real intent.

Almost always a complete waste of time and money, but my body had needs. When out hopping the bars, a reasonably attractive guy with cash in his pocket can still strike out, so those places were handy.

Problem solved, you men will understand perfectly. Yet many of you women may not, sadly.

The ones of you that do are magic women.

Every heterosexual man on this planet looks for a magic woman, sooner or later.

Most women need love, or at least a belief in love. Their gift is then given to the best available male. Men have that same need but it is more physical. The need becomes a painful thing.

As I got older, the problem was that it got so that only a very few could actually get me up and ready. The ones looking just for an extra few bucks just could not hide that fact, for me that was a complete turnoff.

My search continued, settling on one until marriage, or someone moving started the search again.

I remember that big change in my life.

Sex with my wife ended the day her Doctor gave us his diagnosis. Cancer! That terrible word. The tests meant saving her life would be a close call, so they took it all. This meant nerve endings cut, her normal sexual desires gone for all time with the loss of sensation.

The Doctors saved her life. The Doctors took her normal sexuality. The sexuality part wasn't their job, you see. Their job was to save the life.

We tried. We tried so hard to return to normal, it wasn't to be. She could not hide the fact that what once was great pleasure now became an uncomfortable chore. I loved her though, so I accepted what had been dealt. Normal sex ended for us more than 20 years ago.

Yes, my life changed then.

I evolved into solo sexuality for relief. How does a person explain that the fantasies that work involve sexuality with one's own wife? 

Or one with a magic woman.

Even before that happened, I went for regular treatments. They did not always end in relief, but some did. I never considered that to be wrong, it was simply the obvious ending to a well done treatment.

To me, perfectly normal.

When my life changed to having no other outlet, that need for closeness became a goal. That "something" that was not just a bored manipulation of my penis to orgasm.

I tried. Some very exerienced woman tried to make me orgasm and failed.

I realized I was getting the sad look, something was "wrong" with me.

Except for just those few special ones. I now found myself not only with a fantasy but a medical situation. Swelling, discomfort, misery. Sure, there was always solo sexuality, but that filled just a portion of the need.

Then when one therapist I had seen for years moved on, I began the search for the next special one, which led me to Sylvia.

Uninhibited, her hands worked my body. Her fingers flowed, touching in places most would ignore. She had no thought of time, our hour long sessions often went to 90 minutes, then over two hours.

I had even gone for training myself years before, invested in a massage table, drapes, oils. I wanted to work on women, I had a fantasy. 

I ran ads, got clients. The goal was to find the special client, the one that wanted to be touched. I worked only on women, the vast majority looked to me for what they did not find at home.

Over a period of several years, all sizes and shapes, all ages lay before me on my table as my hands roamed their bodies. It filled a need for me.

Many female therapists tell me their women clients are often bashful about their breasts, and they are with women therapists it seems.

They were not with me. Only very rarely. The shy ones seldom call a male to serve them. 

So there were many bare breasts before my gaze, every shape possible. The drape nestled between their legs, over their fannies seldom stayed for long. I learned that women loved, even desired to be looked at, touched by a nice and gentle male in a private setting.

I became quite good at making myself appear nice, gentle. I became quite good at making them feel safe. With the feeling of safety, comfort, the legs would open to expose their loins to my touch, welcomed.

Yes, all ages, all sizes, all shapes. Housewifes writhing in the throes of orgasm, giving up completely the secrets most would think were kept safe and secure for their mate, their husband.

Often even sent knowingly to me by the husband.

Safe and private, their fantasy fulfilled also.

On Sylvia's table, I felt the same way.

Her hands would come close, the back of her hand stroking across my testicles, partly up my length. Not fleeting either, she knew.

I related many of my own experiences as she worked, we talked of everything in ways I seldom do even with my own wife.

The fantasy filling my head.

One day we spoke of tattoos, she mentioned hers. One thing led to another, she opened her wraparound skirt to show me. She wore nothing underneath. There above each ovary was a tattoo of grapes, interesting on her dark skin.

In the process she also showed me her pubic region, not even slightly bashful about that. I noted the dark pubic hair, regrowing from a recent shaving.

I looked with interest, excitement. I had often noticed the fact that her body grew dark hair in many places most women do not.

Another fantasy I did not know I had, another thought to fill my mind when I relieved myself at home alone.

I never spoke of that to her.

Another time she mentioned a slight rash, removing her blouse to lift her arm for me to inspect. She did it simply because she knew from our conversations that I had skills in medicine, diagnosis.

The bra she wore covered her, but she was unconcerned about that, or the untouched hairs under her armpit. I inspected, made suggestions, a simple heat rash easily corrected.

In my mind, more ammunition for my fantasies. The vision of her standing unconcerned, her upper body bare but for the undergarment.

For years, the closeness, week after week. Effective treatment for my body and my mind.

We even discussed the idea of offering relief to her clients, the idea had crossed her mind.

I talked her out of that, I did not want her serving men in that fashion.

I wanted her serving me.

Foolish of course. Were she to serve me, she would likely also serve others. The fantasy for me had to be maintained, it had to be just me.

I needed to be the special one, or at least feel that way? If I lost that, how could I have the fantasy, how could I get the relief I required?

Thus years go by. I pay her well, more than she asks. I do not mind, money is an easy thing for me at this stage of my life.

The fantasy remains.

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She works my legs, brushes against my hardening length as her hands press up the back of each thigh. Around each glute, she repeats the motion, over and over and over until I fall momentarily silent.

She works each muscle of my back, it feels almost like a loving touch. My mild erection fades as she works far from my loins.

Finally, time to turn over. Her hands work over my feet as we again chat inanely about anything and everything. I tell her of my experiences, I tell her in detail of those who failed with me, those who had success. I tell her of the reactions of my female clients when I myself went out to work on them.

She knows of my medical conditions. She works hard to help them, increase my sensations. She stops just short of the fantasy. The fantasy I keep to myself.

She knows.

Her hands stay busy, she tells me of some of her experiences.

I lay there in hope.

Her hands reach high on my upper thighs, her fingers delve deep, nudge upwards and lift my testicles. Her hand slides then across my pubic hair, the back of her hand brushing the side of my mild erection. She repeats the motion, over and over, it becomes maddening. So close and yet so far.

Sylvia steps to the other side, begins again. As she reaches my now medium awareness, she uses the drape to grasp and tuck my length aside, so she can again reach in and repeat the soft touch, so close.

So very close.

I fall silent, waiting. Hoping. Will she finally reach out, allow her hand to simply encircle me?

Wanting to?

Her hands then move to my chest and upper body, I feel myself soften. No amount of will can make me erect, only her touch could do that.

Then back to my lower legs, her hands working up my body again. This time? Is this the moment, the culmination of my powerful fantasy?

Sensation flows into my legs, Sylvia knows and understands that condition I suffer. I feel the tingling, the pins and needles that tell me we are close to the end of another session with success. I feel the beginning of a relief of my condition, I know at home I will make it another week.

She smiles and pats my stomach, retrieves a warm damp towel and wipes my body of excess oil.

She leaves the room, I dress in moments. I pay her, we hug.

"Next week?" I ask.

She smiles, we walk to the door.

I drive off into my life, the world of fantasy left behind. Yet taken with me.

That night I relive it.

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Her hands slide under the drape, the back of one hand brushes my length. She smiles at me.

"May I? I want to make you feel good." She asks, knowing the answer.

"Sure." I say simply.

Her soft and oily hand slips over, her fingertips touching, testing. Then they flow up and brush over my penis, finally! She slides the drape down, exposing me. Her firm grip slips upwards, then down, the pressure causing my foreskin to roll back as she stares at my erection. Her hands are teasing, testing, she experiments.

Her breath quickens.

I can see she is enjoying this.

Her lack of experience shows, delightful. Then she begins the slow and steady stroking, my body hardens, getting firmer and firmer.

My testicles snug up, I feel my orgasm overpower me, I become helpless in her grasp.

She knows to not stop, to not release the pressure, her hand continues to pump all the way to and through my orgasm. She knows my body lacks normal sensation so she must not stop, release me, or the climax will fade. 

Her grip increases to allow me maximum sensations.

I blast off into her hands, so wonderful, so fine.

Finally it ends, it is over. She has done it, I never thought she would. I wipe a tear.

"Was that OK?" She asks, almost blushing at what she has just done, delightful.

I love her.

I can never have her any other way.

"You are so wonderful!" I tell her. I am speaking the truth.

She leaves the room, I dress quickly. I pay her, she hugs me.

"Next week?" I ask.

"Sure, see you then." She gives me a peck on the cheek, I drive off into my life.

The fantasy fulfilled.

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I wipe myself off. I have made it through another week.

I go into our bedroom, slip under the covers, curl up with my pretty wife. I stroke her cheek, gazing at her face, soft in the beginnings of sleep.

"I love you." I tell her as I give her a light kiss.

"I love you too, Honey." She murmurs.



Fantasy Fulfilled



"Hey, how's it going?"

Natalie turned toward the voice. A man with brown eyes and dark hair stood beside her, a cup in each hand. "It's going all right," Natalie replied. "Thanks."

"You're welcome." The man held out one of the cups. "This is for you."

"I don't drink."

"I know. Your friend down the bar told me."

Looking down the bar, Natalie caught the eye of her friend Carol, who smiled and winked. Great. Carol's matchmaker tendencies were kicking in again. "Well, that was nice of her, I guess," she said.

"Take it," the man said. "I promise I didn't spike it or anything. My name's Bobby, by the way."

Taking the cup, Natalie said, "Thank you."

"You're welcome. Do I get your name?"

"You mean Carol didn't tell you? I'm Natalie."

"Nice to meet you, Natalie. So do you come to a lot of these get-togethers?"

"Quite a few, yeah." Natalie took a sip from the cup. It tasted like plain ginger ale; as long as Bobby hadn't slipped any strange drugs into it, she'd be fine. "They're fun. Have you been to any before?"

"I went to one a few months back, but haven't had a chance again till now. Look, would you like to go out to the deck to talk? It's a little quieter out there."

"Sure." The noise of the music, the crowd, and the TV were combining to give Natalie a headache. She slid off the bar stool, mindful of her, in her opinion, too-short skirt, and followed Bobby outside.

There was more room on the deck than inside the bar, and much less noise. Bobby led Natalie to a table in the far corner, away from most of the others. Natalie smiled and waved at some of her friends as she crossed the deck. In return she got a few smiles and a mouthed, "Be careful" from one of the more protective guys she knew.

She sat across from Bobby at the table. "So where are you from?" he asked.

"Portland, Maine."

"Really? Long drive for you to get here."

"Yeah, but it's worth it to see my friends." Natalie took another sip of her ginger ale. "Where are you from?"

"Next town over. I heard about the party this morning and figured I'd stop by." He smiled. "I'm glad I did. It isn't often I get to spend time chatting with such an attractive woman."

"Well, thank you."

"Thank you for accepting my drink and my invitation." Bobby moved to the seat beside her. "What else would you like to know about me, Miss Natalie?"

"I never know what to say when someone asks me that."

"Then let me ask you a question. Married, single, or divorced?"

"Divorced. One year."

"Same here. Well, the divorced part. It's been five years for me. Any kids?"

"One. He's with his dad this weekend. You?"

"No, the marriage didn't last long enough to spawn any offspring."

Natalie laughed. "Spawn?"

"That's how the children of some of my friends seem. Like spawn. What do you do for work?"

"I sell lingerie."

"Really? Must be a hot job!"

"You'd be surprised at how many people say that. It really isn't any different from working in any other clothing store. Actually, it's probably worse, as far as people insisting they fit into sizes they don't and blaming me when things in that size don't fit. What do you do?"

"I'm an independent contractor. And I'd love to hear more about your job."

"I'm sure you would." Natalie jumped. "Do you mind explaining why your hand's on my leg?"

"Oh, is it?" Bobby said innocently. He took his hand away. "Sorry if I'm being too forward. It's just that I find you extremely attractive."

"You do?" 

"Well, yeah. I don't buy ginger ale for just anyone, you know. And a return compliment would be appreciated."

"Pretty sure of yourself, aren't you."

"Yep."

Natalie grinned. "I have to admit, I'm enjoying myself. You seem like a nice guy."

"And I'm hot," Bobby said.

"And that."

"So let me ask you something else." Bobby lowered his voice, even though there was no one near enough to hear them. "What's your most secret fantasy?"

Natalie usually refused to answer that sort of question, but something about Bobby made her comfortable enough to say, "Sex in a public place. Like a park or parking lot or something."

"Would there be people around? Or is it just the thought of being outside that turns you on?"

"People." Natalie fiddled with her cup. "Almost no one knows this about me, but I have a thing for watching and being watched."

"Have you done that? Watched and been watched?"

"Only in my imagination. My mind gets ahead of reality." Time to change the subject. "What about you? What's your fantasy?"

"To help a beautiful woman fulfill her favorite fantasy."

Skeptical, Natalie said, "Now that's a come-on line if I've ever heard one."

"It does sound like it, I admit, but it's the truth. I love to see a woman enjoy herself, and it turns me on to think of helping someone do something she's never done. I know we've just met, and stranger sex probably isn't part of your fantasy, but I'd be honored if you'd let me help you fulfill it."

"Honored?"

"It's always an honor when a gorgeous woman trusts me enough to let me be with her. To let me share her fantasy. Of course, I completely understand if you'd rather not. You don't know me at all, and you don't seem like the kind of woman who'd hook up with a man she just met."

Ordinarily, Natalie wasn't that kind of woman. But the idea excited her. She hadn't had sex in weeks. Between her son and her job, it wasn't easy to get time for herself. She'd come to the party tonight hoping to end up with someone; she would have preferred one of the men she'd met at other parties, someone she knew fairly well, but Bobby's offer intrigued her. "What if I said I could be that kind of woman under the right circumstances?"

"I would ask what those circumstances might be."

"First of all, we don't leave the bar. Just in case you turn out to be a psychopath, I want to be where someone can hear me if I scream."

"Oh, you'll definitely be screaming. But it won't be because I'm a psychopath."

"There's a thin line between confidence and arrogance. Confidence is sexy. Arrogance isn't."

"I'll keep that in mind, and try to stay on the right side of the line." Bobby put his hand back on her leg. "Am I to understand that you're considering my offer?"

"I might be," Natalie replied.

"What are the other circumstances?"

"If I say stop, it stops. No debate, no questions, and definitely no force. And if we get that far, a condom is mandatory."

"Done, done, and done," Bobby said. "We stay here, you're in charge, and I'm wrapped. But is this just hypothetical, or are we going through with it?"

Natalie considered it. Did she want to go through with it? As horny as she was, which was considerably thanks to the conversation she'd just had, did she really want to have sex with a man she'd just met? That was a fantasy she kept even more hidden, sex with a stranger. She'd never admitted it to anyone. But she felt a chemistry with Bobby, and a comfort she only felt with a few people. For once in her life, why not take a chance? "We're going through with it."

Bobby put his arm around her shoulders and pulled her to him. Their lips met. As Bobby's tongue slipped into Natalie's mouth, his hand found her breast through her dress. Natalie pulled back. "What are you doing? Everyone can see!"

"I thought that was the idea?"

"Yeah, but..." Natalie looked around the deck. No one was looking at them, though people weren't that far away. "We aren't doing the whole thing on the deck, though."

"No. I think we might get in a bit of trouble for that. When we're ready, we can go down there behind the deck."

Natalie leaned over the deck railing. There was a semi-visible spot below them that looked like it would work. "All right. When we're ready."

"Which I hope will be soon." 

Bobby brought his mouth back to hers. Natalie parted her lips and touched his tongue with hers. Bobby slipped his hand inside her shirt and lightly pinched her nipple. Natalie gasped. Why was she letting him touch her like this? The wetness between her thighs answered that. She needed to feel a man's touch. She needed sex.

After debating with herself for a moment, Natalie reached for the front of Bobby's slacks. Her eyes were closed, but the voices of the other partiers reminded her that they could be seen. Bobby had pushed her shirt aside so far that she could feel the cool air on her breast. If anyone looked, they'd see more than she wanted. But even as she thought that, she realized she wanted them to.

Her hand found Bobby's cock and stroked it. He broke the kiss to ask, "Does it feel like something you want to see?"

"Mmm, definitely." Natalie squeezed it. "I think it's time to go."

"You're in charge."

Holding hands, they went below the deck. A couple of Natalie's friends watched them go; Natalie gave them a thumbs-up to show that everything was okay. "Wonder what they're thinking?" Bobby said.

"It doesn't matter what they think," Natalie replied. "If they're curious enough, they can come see what's going on."

"True. I hope they do."

He leaned her against the post that ran up the corner of the deck and pressed his body against hers. His hands caressed her ass as they kissed again. Natalie ran her hand along his side to the waist of his slacks, then found his cock again. "Take it out," Bobby whispered. 

He stepped back to give Natalie access to his button fly. She undid the buttons slowly, teasing him. When the last button was open, she slid his jeans and boxers down his hips. His cock stood hard in the cool air. Natalie wrapped her hand around it. "I wouldn't want this to get too cold," she said.

"I can think of a warmer place to put it," Bobby said. "But mmm, baby, this feels great!"

"You'll have your chance to warm it up in a few minutes," Natalie said. "But first, there's something I've always wanted to do."

She knelt. As she took the head of Bobby's cock into her mouth, she heard footsteps. Someone was coming down the stairs from the deck! Her first instinct was to hide, but there was nowhere to go. And she didn't want to stop. This was her fantasy, being seen having sex. Whoever was there was welcome to watch.

"Oh, my god!" The woman's voice was familiar, but Natalie didn't look to see who it was. "Oh, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt!"

"Not a problem," Bobby said. "She wants to show off, don't you, Natalie?"

"Mm-hmm," Natalie replied without removing her mouth from his cock. She sucked him harder, moving her mouth down his shaft almost to the base. Knowing that someone was standing there watching made her even hornier, and she wanted to be sure Bobby got as hot as she was.

Above them, she heard voices. "Good lord!" a man said. Someone else had seen them.

"You're the center of attention, babe," Bobby whispered. "Suck my cock. Show them all how good you are."

Natalie pulled back until only the head of his cock was in her mouth. She gave it one last suck, eliciting a gasp from him, then stood, careful not to look at their audience. She knew most of these people; she wouldn't be able to stand knowing who was watching her act like such a slut. As it was, she wasn't sure she'd be able to look any of the partiers in the eye when this was over. But she wanted release too badly to stop now. "Do you have a condom?" she asked.

"You don't want me to eat you? Or finger you, at least?"

"Hell no. I'm wet enough already. I want you to fuck me."

"I should go," said the woman who had first caught them.

"Only if you want to." Bobby pulled his wallet out of his jeans. "You're more than welcome to stay and watch."

Laughter came from above them. "Natalie, you go, girl!" someone said.

"Friend of yours?" Bobby teased.

"Apparently." Natalie gulped. She wanted to do this, but she wasn't sure she could, knowing for sure now that people who knew her were watching. 

"This is your fantasy, babe," Bobby reminded her. "They like what they're seeing. I want to fuck you. Last chance to stop." He took a condom from the wallet and opened it. "Do I put this on?"

Natalie closed her eyes and nodded. "Do it."

She opened her eyes and kept them glued to Bobby's cock as he unrolled the condom over it. "Take off your panties," he instructed.

Natalie smiled. "I would if I was wearing any."

Above them, someone breathed heavily. "I think someone's jerking off," Bobby said. "How does that make you feel? Do you feel sexy, knowing they're getting that turned on watching you?"

"God, yes." 

"Are you ready to fuck me?"

Last chance to chicken out. Natalie hesitated, then said, "Yes. I'm ready."

"I'm going to fuck you against that post." Bobby lifted her. "You ever done it like this?"

"No."

"Wrap your legs around me. Don't worry, I won't let you fall."

Natalie did as he said. He pressed her back against the post and slid her down until his cock rested against her opening. Then he thrust. "Oh, god!" Natalie cried as his cock filled her. "Fuck!"

"That's the plan." 

Bobby moved in and out of her cunt, fucking her hard. Natalie closed her eyes again, enjoying the feeling of the cock inside her. After a few minutes, she felt her muscles tightening, her orgasm rising. She'd never come this quickly during sex; then again, she'd never been fucked like this. When the orgasm hit, her moan was nearly a scream. "Bobby!"

"I'm not going to last too long, babe," he said. "Your pussy's so tight. It feels too good to hold back. Is it okay for me to come?"

"God, yes. I want you to. Come for me, Bobby."

He thrust harder then, moaning, was still. "Fuck, babe, that was amazing!"

"Hell yeah, it was!" a man called from the deck. 

Natalie blushed and unwrapped her legs. Bobby gently set her down and kissed her. "Did you like fulfilling your fantasy?" he asked.

"It was, um, interesting. And very hot."

"Yeah, it was." He grinned. "Thank you, Natalie, for letting me fulfill my fantasy. Remind me to give you my number before we leave."

"Your number?" She hadn't expected that.

"Sure. You never know when you might have another fantasy you want to live out. Or when you might want a repeat of this one." He winked. "I'm going to get another drink. Catch you later." He walked away.

Natalie leaned against the post. She'd done it. She'd really done it. Sex in public with a total stranger.

She couldn't wait to try it again.



Fantasy Fulfilled



She was a nurse working in a doctor's office; he was her friend and lover of 25 years. Today the drive to work held exciting expiations for today she would fulfill one of her fantasies; to make love in Exam Room 1.

This fantasy began innocent enough as a tease while talking on the phone to her lover. She would describe making love to him in that room and from that day on it was not only a reoccurring theme in their talks but became a burning desire in her breast.

The chance of fulfilling this fantasy was remote due to the fact that the cleaning lady came everyday after work to clean the office. Short of bribing her to look the other way there would be no opportunity to carry out her secret desire. Then came the unexpected break: a subpoena to testify in court! The cleaning lady had to travel to a distant city to testify and would not make it back in time to clean the office. This was the chance of a lifetime!

During her commute to work that morning she thought about their plans for the evening. She was always the last of the staff to leave the office so when the doctor left for the evening she would set the plan into operation. Her lover would be waiting in the parking lot at the end of the day. She would beckon him to come in and then........

Her coworkers noticed she was somewhat distracted but no one asked about what was on her mind. The answer would have shocked them!

While sitting at her desk she could look into Exam Room 1. She could not believe that she would finally experience something quite pleasurable in a room that is usually cold, embarrassing, and formal. Exam rooms have their own etiquette; to simplify the exam for the doctor not to ease the mind of the patient. She always thought it ironic that you would be stripped naked save for a paper gown and a paper sheet to cover yourself while waiting for the doctor only to have to expose your body piece by piece anyway. Such is the price of modesty! She also wondered how many times had she been in such a room either as a nurse tending to the patient or as a patient herself.

The cold impersonal metal stirrups on the exam table glistened in the light. The light grey upholstery with the white paper runner down the middle awaited the next person. She was always embarrassed to have her feet cupped in the stirrups to expose her genitals to the doctor while he examined them. The stimulation of her genitals would get the moisture flowing and this added to the embarrassment. 

Tonight it would be a different story, for tonight it would be her lover between her legs. His touch would bring the welcomed moisture. His exam of her genitals would be both loving and welcome. She would be naked and uncovered without embarrassment. He had always enjoyed looking at her naked body including her genitals. She did not understand why he enjoyed that but she was comfortable with his gaze and particularly his touch!

The day crept by. She called her lover and teased him about The Room. She could feel the moisture begin to wet her panties as she teased him. Boy was she ready for tonight!

The last patient was finally brought into the exam room at 17:30. Her mind was racing about what was to happen as soon as this patient left. She could feel the excitement building. The doctor seemed to take forever to finish the exam and prescribe some medicine for the patient's affliction. As the patient dressed, she finished her paperwork and called the pharmacy. The patient soon left. The doctor said his Goodbye. Alone at last! She could feel the excite building in her breast. Now to wait for the doctor's car to leave the lot. Time seemed to stand still!

After a minute or soon, (it felt like an hour), she opened the door and looked for her lover. His car was parked at the back of the lot. She waved him over and stood expectantly at the door. She could feel the excitement building. She could feel her nipples hardening and her pussy getting wet in anticipation. She watched as her lover got out of his car and 'adjusts' the furniture. She could tell he was just as excited as she was. This was going to be an experience to remember!

His walk across the lot seemed to take forever and only intensified the excitement she felt.

FINALLY he arrived at the door. She ushered him in, looking to make sure no one saw him enter. The door was locked behind him and the long awaited for fantasy began!

They kissed and held each other by the door. She thought it strange to be kissing someone in the waiting room, something she had never done before. She could feel his penis pressing against her and could hardly wait to release it from its confinement. They separated and walked hand in hand to her desk.

This is where the fantasy always started. He sat her on the edge of the desk. He leaned in and kissed her while removing her lab coat and placing it next to her on the desk. He spread her legs and stood between them, his hands roaming over her back and then under her top to unhook her bra. Her breasts were very responsive to being touched and she could hardly stand waiting for her lover to touch them.

He took his time, as he usually did. Slowly rubbing her back and sides, just missing touching the sides of her breasts. This always heighted her excitement and did so even though she was excited as she had ever been. His hands continued to touch her sides but now began to brush against the side of her breasts. A moan escaped her lips. He knew she was on the edge of no return and preceded full bore. 

Both hands came around her breasts from the sides and found her nipples. Rolling her nipples between his fingers brought about more than a quite moan. Heavy breathing coupled with sounds of ecstasy now filled the office, sounds that had never been heard there before.

He leaned in and gently flicked his tongue over her left nipple. He then licked his way over to the right nipple. After lingering there he began to tenderly suckle her nipple. She was close to climax and he knew it. The gentle tender sucking gave way to a hard, face pressed into the breast suckle that caused her moaning to increase and her long anticipated first orgasm to begin. He kept the pressure and suction on her nipple as she bucked wildly and pressed her drench crotch against him. The climax was wild and noisy and perfect! 

He smiled at her and lifting up the hem of her shirt removed both the shirt and her bra and set them with the lab coat. She now sat semi-naked on her desk, trying to calm her breathing. She had dreamed of and talked about this moment and it was better than she could imagine.

She, after regaining her somewhat shattered composure, reached up and unbuckled her lover's belt. She unbuttoned the button and pulled the zipper down. She smiled to her self as she noticed his underwear had a large wet spot where his precum and leaked from his erect penis. She then pulled his shirt from his pants and over his head.

They leaned into each other and felt warm naked skin against their chests. This has always been a highlight of their love making. They held each other tight and enjoyed this feeling for a while. The closeness they felt both spiritual and physical added to the intensity of this aspect of their love. It also hastened the need to remove the rest of their clothing. 

He pulled her gently to her feet and began to rub her back again. His hand strayed all over her back down to the top of her pants. His fingers would slip under the waistband only to move away again. This also would drive her sexually nuts. He then moved both hands under her waistband and panties on her hips. She loved this and would hardly stand still waiting for the continuation of his touching. 

Both hands moved from her hips to her bottom. He pressed his hands against her bottom pulling her into his body for a long embrace. He could feel and hear her sexual tension build. 

His hands now worked their way back to her hip, turning over so as to grab her pants and panties and pull them down over her hips. He stopped just below the "Y" where her legs met her trunk exposing the fine hair of her pussy to his eager eyes. He now began to rub her belly and upper thighs, just missing her pubic hair. This began again to elicit moans from her lips. He began to move his fingers gently over her mound and into the valley between her thighs and her pussy. He was careful not to touch the opening to her pussy. She was again beginning to move her hips in rhythm to her wanting. 

With a sudden movement his hand pressed down on her eager mound and his fingers began to explore the opening to her pussy. Running his fingers in the slit between her lips and brushing her clit lightly he could feel that the moisture was sufficient for his fingers to penetrate her. As his fingers probed the depths the heel of his hand pressed against her clit driving her wild. She bucked against his hand and loudly moaned. He kept up the pressure and movement of his fingers until she again climaxed. 

She had always been able to have multiple orgasms and they both enjoyed this fact immensely. In many of their loving making experiences he would try to give her as many orgasms as he could. This would be in as many different ways and places as they could. They enjoyed the huge variety this afforded them and would talk and try to remember the different places in conversations. Some day they would have to make a list and count the number of locations, but that was not on their minds today.

After her climax he finished the job of removing first her shoes then her pants and panties. The sox came next. She stood naked by her desk with his eyes looking lovingly over her body. She could see the love in his look and although she was naked her place of work she felt no embarrassment. There was although an unequal distribution of nakedness.

She sought to alleviate this immediately. She hooked her fingers under the waist band of his underwear and gripping both pants and underwear pulled them out to release his erection. She loved to look at his penis and this once again caused her breathing to quicken. He had removed his shoes by stepping on the back of them so she deposited his clothes on top of his feet for him to step out of. He removed his sock and at last they were both naked. Fifteen feet of distance now separated them from the fulfillment of their long awaited fantasy. They crossed the short distance hand in hand both of them feeling the cool of the office air against their naked skin. 

She sat on the end of the exam table and pulled her lover to her. She grabbed his penis and placed it between her ample breasts. He responded by pressing her breast together enveloping him in their supple softness. This was always a major turn-on for them. He thrust his penis up and down this wonderful valley, the tip of his penis rising above the level of her breasts, wet with his love juice. She would flick her tongue over the tip at its zenith and taste his love.

This continued for a while then he gently pulled back from her. He could see the moisture sticking to her breasts. He motioned for her to lie down.

Again she thought of the many times had she lay in this position and placed her feet in the stirrups but never with this degree of anticipation. She could feel the cool of the vinyl through the paper runner. Into the cold metal stirrups went her feet. There was no sheet to cover her nakedness and she enjoyed it. Never before had she felt so free and excited in this room. She was ready to fulfill the one fantasy that she never thought she would be able to. 

He sat in the doctor's rolling chair and rolled up to his lover. Running his eyes lustily over her nakedness he looked finally at her now exposed genitals. The stirrups did their intended job giving him easy access to her. And he took advantage of the opportunity. 

Placing his hands of her thighs he massaged them from the knees to her trunk. She was quivering in anticipation but he was not in a rush to fulfill that anticipation. He again, as when they were standing by her desk, touched her mound and into the valleys between thigh and trunk. This time though he did not penetrate her with his fingers. Instead he parted her lips and pressed his face into her, flicking his tongue over her clit. This did not last long tough! 

She was now past the point of being able to stand the foreplay. She needed him inside her desperately. She lifted his face from her and motioned him to stand and mount her. 

Rising to his feet he kicked the chair way from the table and stood before her womanhood. Grasping his penis in his right hand he rubbed the head against her clit and between the folds of her lips. The head was drenched in her love and she was more than ready for him to penetrate her.

Placing his penis at her entrance he placed his hands on her hips and slowly began to enter her. She gasped and started to moan in anticipation. When he was half his length inside her he thrust quickly and forcefully the rest of the way. He knew that she loved fast and forceful penetration and he would oblige her. Gripping her hips he would thrust his penis hard and fast into her, his balls slapping against her thighs and bottom. Louder and more passionate came the moans from her lips. Her voice expressing without word the love and passion she felt for her lover. Her climax was coming quickly and the tempo of his thrusts increased. He was close to climax also. They had a special gift of being able to have simultaneous climaxes together. Both of their climax hit like a wave crashing on the rocks. Deep inside her his penis erupted sending hot cum crashing onto the walls of her vagina and cervix. Shot after shot until there was no more to expel.

The trusting slowed and continued slowly as his penis softened inside her. She was no longer moaning but had a blissful look on her face. He loved to watch her as she started to relax. Her breasts, which had been heaving with the deep and powerful respirations during their powerful lovemaking, began to slowly and gently rise with her calming state. The look on her face, once again, showed the love that she felt for him. His face carried that same look.

Finally his penis softened and fell from her body, followed by a considerable amount of his cum. She removed her feet from the stirrups and sat up. He embraced her and they held each other, naked chest to naked chest. They were aglow with love and the beauty of the moment. The experience was much more exciting and passionate they either of them had imagined. 

They separated and took stock of themselves. Both were sticky with the product of their passion. She retrieved a towel and moistening it with warm water. They proceeded to lovingly clean each other. This too was very sensual and added to the overwhelming sensations they felt that day.

She, as she had done many, many times in the past, cleaned the table and removed the old runner and replacing it with new. Although this was not new to her this time was special, for this time she refreshed the room after fulfilling her fantasy. And she was naked while doing so! In fact she would never again be able to clean the room with out the wonderful memory of that day entering her mind and exciting her.

With the room clean they again traversed the fifteen feet to her desk. There piles of clothing awaited them, some neatly piled on the desk, others strewn haphazardly around removed in the throes of passion. They would have to wait to be reclaimed.

He sat in her chair and gently pulled her over to him. He was at the perfect height to again suckle her breasts. Gently sucking a nipple and touching the breast with his hands he once again stimulated a response from her. She closed her eyes and began to sway. He switched breast and continued his pleasing of his lover. As he continued he felt his penis becoming erect. She noticed also and reached down and gently held it. This always sexually stimulated her and tonight was no different. Once again her breathing became rapid and deep, her breasts moving to the new and heighted action. 

They had never teased each other about making love in her chair. Other places in the office, but never the chair. It mattered not to them though.

She removed her nipple from his mouth and her hands from his penis. She then, facing him, straddled him and taking his penis again into her hands expertly guided him into her. As they thrust their bodies in rhythm the chair squeezed in unison. He again suckled her breast as he thrust deep inside her. The wonderful music of their passion once again filled the office. She climaxed and then he a short while later.

She climbed off her lover and again the towel was used lovingly on each other. When he stood she noticed a drip had hit the upholstery of her chair. This would stain the fabric and provide a constant reminder to her of this fantastic day. They hugged each other and he leaned down and kissed her. They held each other and basked in the warm glow of their love. Making love to each other had always intensified the love that they felt. Making love at her work just added a new dimension to their love. She would never again look at her desk or Exam Room 1 without feeling the love that she felt now.

He was a visual person and wanted to have a memory of her sitting naked at her desk. She sat in her chair and he stood on the other side of the desk and watched. She stared at him coyly and he burned into his memory how she looked sitting there. In the future when she called him from work the vision would refresh itself.

They dressed and walked to the front door and out into the night. Over dinner at their favorite Italian restaurant they relived the fantasy and smiled at the thought of it. If only her coworkers knew what had taken place at the office. Of course they would only be able to look at the physical side of their sexual acts. They would never know of the love that was shared in the office that day.



Fantasy Fulfilled



We all get on really well together... you and I know each other very well by now, both in and out of the bedroom, and although I don't know him quite so well, I'm willing to learn. 

We have been on a night out together, and are all pleasantly drunk. I for one am feeling very horny now, and am hoping that things might take that further step so that I can enjoy both of you... I can see in your eyes that you're hoping the same for me. 

As we get back to the flat, I kiss you and whisper in your ear that I want you... in fact I want you both. You hug me closer to you so that you can feel my breasts against your chest and we both enjoy the feeling. Then I feel hands on my breasts as we are kissing, caressing and making my nipples hard, it's a wonderful feeling but I'm a little confused for a second because I can still feel your hands on my waist - then realise that they are his hands... 

You guide me toward the bedroom and sit me down. We carry on kissing, and he is now sliding his hand up my leg, toward my sensitive backside, stroking and feeling his way around my arse. His fingers slip inside my underwear so he can feel whether I am aroused or not... of course I am, and his intake of breath shows that this pleases him. I turn and kiss him and then it's your turn to fondle me. You kiss my neck as I pull him closer to me and my nerve endings are now on fire. His hands instinctively go to my breast, and the feeling of kissing and being kissed on the mouth, your lips on my neck and his hand on my breast is almost too much to bear. 

Almost before I notice, my top is open and my breasts are on display. I'm now kissing both of you alternately, and as I kiss you, he moves his mouth toward my aching nipple. He kisses and licks the pale flesh around it and then begins to lick and suck the nipple itself... the feeling is incomparable, and it makes me (if at all possible) more horny than I already was. You sense this and move down to the other one. If I thought I was horny before, it is nothing in comparison to now - both of my nipples being sucked and licked at the same time, and now a hand between my legs feeling my arousal and working me towards a climax. 

I realise that you are both still clothed and make attempts to undo the buttons of your shirt. The intensity of the situation means that my fingers are clumsy, so you both undress yourselves. What a sight! Two sexy men undressing for me... and what excitement you are both showing! I can't help myself. I get on my hands and knees on the bed and lick the glistening head of your fabulous cock, licking and sucking as much as I can into my mouth. I can't linger for too long though, because I really want to do the same to him, so you stand side by side so that I can alternate between you, sucking both of you off and getting more turned on by the second. I kneel up to kiss you and there are hands everywhere, on my breasts, on my arse, and on my soaking pussy. I think I must be in heaven... do they do things like that there? I certainly hope so! 

I lie on my back and take your cock into my mouth again, I love the feeling of it, the hardness shows me how much you want me, just as my wetness shows you how much you turn me on. As I'm sucking you, I am aware of his lips on my neck, moving toward my breasts again, then working their way down my body, kissing me as they go. My excitement is building because I know his destination, and if he doesn't get there soon I might just explode. 

He gets there and spends a little time teasing, not quite touching the part of me he knows I need him to touch. He laughs when I instinctively raise my hips to get closer to his mouth, and pulls away, but then he can't resist any longer and has to taste for himself. I feel his tongue run around the lips of what now feels like the centre of my whole being, licking me and gently sucking them into his mouth, and then at last his tongue finds my engorged clit and flicks at it, bringing me ever closer to orgasm. 

I'm trying hard to concentrate on giving you a decent blow job but my mind is having difficulty taking all the events in. I can't help but notice what is going on at the bottom of the bed, but the feel of your cock in my mouth as I wank you is wonderful too. I feel your balls contract as your orgasm approaches, and increase my efforts with my tongue around your dick. You shoot a stream of cum into my mouth just as my body stiffens and my own orgasm finally arrives. I can't control myself then, you've pulled out of my mouth and it's a good job, because the thrashing of my orgasm is like nothing I've experienced before. He holds onto my legs and pulls me onto his mouth, furiously licking at my clit and when he senses I can take no more, pushes his tongue inside me to taste as much of me as he can. He moves up the bed to kiss me and I lick as much of the juice off his face as possible before turning to you and letting you taste for yourself. 

I feel exhausted but at the same time I don't want this to end. We decide to take a break and he goes to get drinks and cigarettes for us. As we take time out, I can't keep my hands off either of you, and the feeling is reciprocated. Before too much time has passed, the eroticism of the situation gets the better of me and I'm licking your nipples and kissing you both again. Realising that he hasn't cum yet I begin to kiss him and then slowly make my way down his body to his cock. I kiss him from his lips to his face to his neck, spending a little time there before moving down his chest and nipples to his torso and stomach before finally sucking first one ball then the other into my mouth. I love the feeling of his balls rolling around in my mouth as I run my tongue around them, then I lick all around the tip of his cock before finally swallowing as much of him into my mouth as I can. 

While I've been doing this you have been running your hands over my back and my arse, occasionally dipping a finger into my still dripping pussy. The sight of me sucking your friend's cock combined with the knowledge of how good it must feel for him is finally too much for you and you have to get some relief. You move around so that you are behind me, and slide your magnificent cock into me from behind. I groan with desire against his cock before sucking him into my mouth again, and you fuck me from behind as I carry on my ministrations. He has had to wait quite a while for this so it doesn't take him long to cum into my mouth. Once he has recovered from his orgasm, he moves around beside me and starts to play with my nipples as they bounce from the movement of you shoving yourself into me. The joint sensations of your cock sliding in and out of me and my nipples being stimulated is too much for me and I cum again, my vaginal muscles contracting around your cock, which in turn brings you to orgasm. 

We need to take another breather, all this horniness can't go on continuously, so after a cigarette and a drink I take off to the shower. As the hot water cascades down on me I play the last few hours over in my mind. I've fantasised about just this for a long, long time. Whoever thought it would be just as good in reality? I finish my shower, wrap a towel around my body and another around my head and rejoin you both in the bedroom. We chat for a while and carry on drinking and then we all get our second (or is it third?) wind. 

He told me once that he wanted to have anal sex with me, and you know I'm not totally averse to this but you also know that it has to be done very carefully. The two of you have obviously been making plans while I was in the shower, because you have taken the small tub of Vaseline I always carry out of my handbag and it's on the bedside table. You both kiss and caress me until you are sure I'm definitely feeling horny (like it was going to just go away!) and then you pull me down onto you so that I am again impaled on your cock. You've managed to make sure that you are at the edge of the bed, and he stands behind me as we move together and starts to put his now lubricated finger into my arse. Once he is sure I'm ready, he slowly inserts his cock into my once forbidden hole. I stop moving on you so that he can get inside, and he waits for about 30 seconds until he feels my muscles relax. Once I know I'm ready I start moving again and the feeling of your cock in one hole and his in the other is unbelievable. Now that I am fully relaxed around him, he fucks me hard from behind and you do the same from beneath. My mind is whirling. How can something that I used to think of as so bad feel so good? 

I feel so totally sexual now, as though there are no other sides to my character, just a wanton woman who wants sex, sex and more sex. My orgasm crashes around me just as yours does, and he pulls out of me just in time for his cum to spray all over my arse cheeks. I collapse on to you, breathing heavily. I've been satisfied before, but nothing can compare to the total exhaustion I feel now. We quickly clean ourselves up before getting into the bed with me between the two of you and falling into the deep sleep that can only follow the intense and mind blowing orgasms we have all just experienced. 



Fantasy Fulfilled



Author's note: To all my readers, this series is a complete work of fiction. It's strictly fantasy.

When I woke up the next morning, my husband had already left for work. My son was still asleep beside me as we all fell asleep after our romp the night before. Thinking back on it, I realized how lucky I was and what a fantastic fuck session we had. I had let my husband fuck me in the ass a few times before and it always hurt like hell. But last night, having my son's cock in my cunt at the same time, I was in whore heaven when my husband fucked my ass.

I looked over at Jeff and he was half uncovered with about half of his cock showing. I pulled the sheet down and saw that he was semi-hard. God, I love young cocks! But, I didn't want it semi-hard. I wanted it rock hard. I usually wake up a little horny and this morning was no exception. Only I woke up this morning really horny and seeing my son's cock made me hornier still.

I leaned over and grabbed hold of his cock and started to stroke it and rub his balls too. It started to come to life almost immediately. I started to lick all over the head and up and down the shaft as it grew to full hardness. I took it in my mouth and began a slow up and down sucking motion. Jeff started to stir as he felt his cock being sucked by his whore mother. "Mmmm, morning slut." He said as he came fully awake. 

Pulling off his cock for a second, I said, "Morning baby, your Mommy was a little horny this morning." I then went back to sucking his cock.

"That's because my Mommy's a whore." He said.

"Mmmhmm." I moaned around his cock. My cunt was getting wetter by the second and I needed cock pretty badly by now, but I kept sucking. I was taking nearly all of his cock on each down stroke and stroking up and down with my hand at the same time.

"Oh, you fucking slut, suck my cock." He moaned. It only made me hornier. "You're such a good cock sucking whore."

But, as much as I loved sucking his cock, I needed it in my cunt. I moved up and threw a leg over him, straddling his waist. I reached between my legs and grabbed his cock. I leaned forward and started kissing him while at the same time running the head of his hardon up and down between my cunt lips. "Don't you want to get this nice hard cock up Mommy's pussy?" I asked him between kisses.

"Oh fuck yeah", he said as he grabbed my tits and started to squeeze them.

I continued to run his cock head between my cunt lips, teasing us both, and said, "Feel how wet Mommy's slutty cunt is for her baby's cock? Hmmm. Don't you want Mommy to slide her wet, horny cunt all the way down on it?" I teased.

"God yes I do." He moaned. "Jesus Mom, you have the sluttiest, horniest, wettest cunt I've ever had my cock in. But, being the slut you are, I think you want my cock as bad as I want your cunt. Don't you whore?"

"Oh baby," I groaned, "I sure do."

"Then come on whore," he said, still squeezing my tits and pulling my rock hard nipples, "fuck me. Fuck your son like the cock whore you are."

"Oh fuck baby." I moaned as I slid my cunt all the way down his hard cock. He moaned as I started to fuck him slowly. Sliding my cunt up and down, rocking back and forth. It felt so fucking good. My pussy was on fire. I slid all the way up his cock and then all the way back down. I then sat straight up with his cock buried deep in my cunt as far as it could go. I started to jerk my hips back and forth, fucking his cock hard. This always makes me cum. "Oooohhh, fuck." I yelled, as I fucked him, my hands flat on his abs.

"Yeah, that's it slut. Fuck my cock. Fuck it hard." He said as he put his thumb on my clit so that it would rub against it as I fucked his cock. He still had one hand mauling my tits and nipples. I started to cum almost instantly.

"Oh fuck baby, you're making your Mom cum!" I yelled. "OOOOOoooohhhh, fuck yeah. Your whore's cumming on your cock baby. Aaaaaaaaaahhhhh."

"Yeah bitch, cum on that cock you fucking whore!" my son yelled. And cum I did. Both of our crotches were wet with my juices and I could hear his cock slurping inside my cunt. As I came down from my cum, I collapsed onto his chest, breathing hard, his cock still hard as a rock in my pussy.

"God baby, I love your cock." I said.

"You love any cock Mom." He replied, starting to stroke my ass.

"That's true. I really do and I'm so glad that you don't mind that your mother is a slut." I said. "I'm just so happy now that I've finally realized it myself. I just want to get fucked all the time and I really don't care who uses me."

"Well, I'm going to call a few of my friends today and see what they're doing next weekend. Then you'll be used like a whore. They've wanted to fuck you for so long." He said.

"Mmmm, can't wait." I reply, "How many are you going to call?"

"I know four that have told me how hot they think you are, hopefully they're all free next weekend." He said.

"Mmm, I hope so too. Just don't tell them why they're actually coming over I don't want it getting out." I said. "I might be a whore, but we still have to keep it some what discrete."

"I know." He said, flexing his cock in my pussy. "But meanwhile, we've got some unfinished business right here."

His hands were still roaming over my ass and he was running his fingers over my asshole and down to my cunt. He got a finger all wet from our juices and slid a finger in my ass. "This is where I want to get my cock next."

"Mmmm, you want to fuck Mommy's ass next?" I asked.

"Oh yeah," he said, "I can't wait to bury my cock up your sweet ass Mom." He'd managed to get his finger all the way in my ass and it felt good with his cock still in my cunt. I was wondering how it was going to feel without anything in my pussy. My husband isn't real long, about six and a half inches, but he was very thick. My son was about a half an inch longer than my husband, but not nearly as thick, so I didn't think it would be too bad.

"How do you want to do me?" I asked.

"I want you on your knees like a whore." He said.

"Mmmm, I love getting fucked from behind." I said as I slid off his cock.

He got up and I got on my knees as he got behind me.

"Lube it up a little bit in my cunt first baby." I told him.

He slid his cock in my cunt and started to fuck me a little bit. Getting his cock all wet with my cum. It felt so good; I really didn't want him to take it out. But, soon enough he did and positioned the head at my ass.

"Go nice and easy until I get used to it." I told him.

"Okay Mom." He said. I felt him start to put pressure on my ass as he pushed in. Slowly the muscle started to loosen and the head of his cock popped in my ass.

"Stop! Stop!" I said. "Let me get used to it." It didn't really hurt; it was just a lot of pressure. After a minute or so, it felt okay. "Okay," I said, "go slow."

He started to push into my ass. It didn't feel bad at all. It burned just a little bit but overall not bad. He was very gentle and went slowly until I finally felt his hips against my ass and knew he had his entire cock up his mother's ass as he let out a groan.

"God Mom", he said, "I've never felt anything so tight in my life. Does it feel okay?"

"Yes baby, it feels fine. Now start fucking me nice and slow." I told him.

He slowly pulled his cock nearly all the way out and then slowly back in. I reached between my legs and started to rub my clit. It was starting to feel really good then. "Fuck me a little faster baby." I said.

He picked up the pace a little bit and started to fuck my ass faster. "God Mom, this feels good." He moaned.

"Yes it does baby," I replied, "fuck my ass, fuck it harder."

Now there was no doubt in my mind that I was truly a slut. There I was naked, my ass stuck up in the air, my own son's cock sliding in and out of my ass while I played with my clit and I fucking loved it.

He had started to fuck me even harder. "Oh fuck Mom, that's good." He said as he slapped my ass. "You like that don't you slut, you like having a hard cock fucked up your ass?"

"Oh God yes I do baby." I moaned. "Fuck your whore's ass. Fuck it hard and spank Mommy's ass for being such a nasty slut and taking her son's cock up her ass."

He was really fucking my ass good now and it felt great. Every now and then he would slap my ass. I was getting really close to cumming and I could tell he was too.

"That's it baby," I said, "use Mommy's ass to empty your fucking balls. Mommy wants a nice big load of cum up her slutty ass."

"No fucking way slut," he said, "you're getting this load in you mouth."

I'd never gone ass to mouth before, but I didn't really care at that point. I'd started to cum and was moaning like the whore I was. "Oh fuck baby, Mommy's cumming. FUCK ME. FUCK MY ASS! RAM THAT FUCKING COCK UP MY ASS."

He was fucking me as hard as he could and I couldn't get enough. "Oh fuck slut," he moaned, "are you ready for some cum?" 

"Yes baby," I said as he pulled his cock out of my ass and moved around in front of me, "give Mommy your cum." I immediately took as much of his cock in my mouth as I could and he started cumming instantly.

"AHHHHHHHHH FUCK," he cried out. "Eat my fucking cum whore." He shot rope after rope of cum straight into my throat and I began swallowing as fast as I could. As his cum flow slowed to a dribble I savored as much as I could on my tongue and finally swallowed all he had and I sucked his cock clean.

We both collapsed on the bed and breathing hard when he said, "God mom, I think that was the hardest I've ever cum in my life."

"Mmmmm, did you like mommy's ass baby?" I asked.

"I sure did" he replied, "I've never been in such a tight hole."

"Well, you can use that hole any time you want to." I said kissing him.

As we were kissing, the doorbell rang. I looked out the window and saw a delivery truck. I couldn't see who was on the porch because of the porch roof, but I was expecting a delivery.

"Stay here." I told my son as I got up and threw on my thin robe. I didn't bother with the belt. As I was going down stairs I noticed that my nipples were very visible through the robe. I smiled to myself and thought that maybe I'd give the delivery guy a little show.

I opened the door, holding the robe closed. The guy had his head down, concentrating on his electronic signature pad as I told him to come on in. He walked past me inside and I closed the door. That's when he looked up and his jaw nearly hit the floor. "Uh, hi." He stammered. "Package." He thrust the package out towards me and I took it. It was a small package so I only needed one hand to take it. He was looking me up and down and I glanced at his crotch and noticed a decent sized lump forming. He then thrust the signature pad out to me and said, "I...uh,....need you to sign for it."

"Sure." I said as I took the stylus in my other hand. This obviously allowed my robe to open slightly and I knew that he would be getting a look at my cunt and some of my tits. I was dripping wet. I decided that I might take things a little farther than just teasing. He was pretty good looking, about 10 years younger than me and did have a nice bulge growing. So, as I signed, he said, "Uh...ma'am."

"Yes?" I said looking up at him still holding the stylus.

"Uh...your robe ma'am", he said, glancing down at my cunt.

"Oh, sorry," I said, not bothering to cover up, "but I needed both hands. Besides, it looks like you like what you see." I said, as I ogled his bulge.

"Well....uh...I'm sorry....I uh...didn't mean to stare." He stuttered.

"I don't mind you staring." I told him. "In fact, I kind of like it. Do you want to see more?" I asked, setting down the package.

"Uh...I'm not...uh...maybe I should just go." He said.

"Nonsense," I said, "besides, I like what I see too." as I stepped closer and grabbed his cock through his pants. "Mmmmm, that feels real nice." I said, shrugging off my robe and letting it fall to the floor, standing naked before him.

"Oh my God." He groaned. He then leaned in and started kissing me hard. His hands went to my ass and started to squeeze as we continued to kiss. He then started to feel me all over. My tits, my cunt and my ass. He groaned when he felt how wet my cunt was as he zeroed in on my clit.

I broke the kiss as I moaned and whispered to him, "I want to suck your cock." I then started to undo his pants. When I got them open, I reached in and grabbed his hard on. He wasn't very thick or long. Just about average, I would say. But, I wanted it. 

"Oh, fuck yeah" he moaned, "suck my cock."

I pushed his pants down, freeing his cock and dropped to my knees. I immediately swallowed half of his cock the first time and started to suck him hard, taking as much in my throat as I could, which was most of it. I put one hand between my legs and started to play with my cunt, stroking the part of his cock not in my mouth with the other one. I was HOT!!!!

"Oh God, that feels good." He moaned.

Taking his cock out of my mouth and licking it up and down, I said, "You didn't know that you were going to run into a hot slut today, did you?" and sucked his cock back in my mouth.

"No," he said, throwing his head back, "but I'm glad I did. Oh fuck." 

Taking his cock out again, I asked, "Do you want my cunt?" and licked down to his balls, licking and sucking them all over.

"Fuck yeah." He said.

"You want to fuck me?" I asked, sucking his cock back in again, getting hotter by the second, teasing him.

"God yes." He groaned.

"Do you want me to spread my legs wide for you, like a slut, so that you can use my cunt?" and again sucked his cock back in.

"Fuck yeah I want your cunt slut." He said. I smiled around his cock knowing that he was catching on to my game. "Does that slutty cunt want my cock?"

"God yes it does." I groaned.

"Get over in that chair and spread your legs then slut." He ordered.

I moved over to the chair and laying back in it, spread my legs as wide as I could, playing with my cunt and getting ready to take my first cock, outside of the family of course, since I got married. "Get that cock in my whore cunt." I said.

He was between my legs and rubbed the head of his cock up and down between my wet cunt lips, found my fuck hole and pushed in. We both groaned as he bottomed out in my pussy and started to fuck me.

"God, that's good pussy." He said.

"You like my cunt, huh?" I answered. "You like fucking married sluts?"

"Yeah I do." He said. "Does your husband know he's married to a whore?"

"Who do you think made me a whore?" I said. "He loves to watch me fucking strange cocks." I didn't bother to tell him that the only other cock he's watched me fuck was my son's though. I then put my left hand down on top of my cunt. "Look down there and look at that wedding ring on top of the cunt you're fucking your cock in and out of." 

"Oooh that's really hot, knowing your husband made you a whore. Are you going to tell him you got fucked today?" he asked.

"Yes." Was all I said. "Fuck me." I moaned, "fuck me hard!"

"You like to get fucked hard slut?" He asked me as he started to pound me harder. I felt his balls slapping against my ass on each thrust. "You like having that cunt rammed?"

"God yes, I do," I groaned, "you're going to make me cum! FUCK ME!!!"

"Oh yeah slut," he said, "cum all over that cock you whore. I'm gonna to cum too. Do you want some cum in that slutty cunt? Huh? You want my cum?"

"Yes," I yelled, "cum in my cunt. God, I'm such a fucking whore fucking a strange cock. Oh Goood...I'm cummming....aAHHHHHH...Oh fuck me!"

"Here it is slut," he said, "take my cum you bitch! Uuunnnngggghhhh.....fuck that feels good." He shot a couple of nice big loads in my cunt and fucked his cock in and out of me a little more, shooting a little more on each thrust.

"Oh fuck yes," I moaned squeezing his cock, "cum in my cunt you son-of-bitch."

"Mmmm....mmmm..." he groaned, finishing off in my pussy.

He pulled out of my cunt and sat back on his heels for a minute. Both of us breathing hard, me laying there with my legs still open. As he stood and pulled his pants up, he said, "That was great. I hope I get to deliver here again."

"Mmmm...so do I." I said.

"I'd better get going," he said, "I have a lot of stops to make still."

"I understand." I said walking him to the door, "Hope to see you again."

"Same here." He said and leaned in to kiss me before he walked out the door.

As I closed the door, I turned around and saw my son on the stairs. He'd seen the whole thing and his cock was hard as a rock again, so I headed back up stairs.



Fantasy Fulfilled



The phone rang and I answered it; "Hi this is Kelly, okay if I come up?"

"Sure, knock twice."

After two knocks I opened the door, to see a smiling woman, blond, with a healthy- looking tan. She wore a flowered party dress and sandals, carried a straw purse, and was about 5' 6". Neither heavy nor skinny, she was nicely curved, and a tasteful amount of cleavage showed. She could have been 35, or a fit and healthy 40. 

"Hi, I'm Kelly. How are you?" she said, offering her hand. 

"Fine, and even finer to see you. Thanks so much for coming," I said. "You understand my plan for the evening?" 

""Sure, you want to have two guests, and be a director, nothing too strange. Sounds fine with me. Where's the other guest?"

"She should be here soon. "

"About the money," she began, and with a smile I pulled five one-hundred- dollar bills from my pocket and handed them to her. "If I'm pleased, I'll double it," I said. 

We sat on the couch and made pleasant small talk, discussing the beauty of San Diego. I was deeply excited, enjoying the unrolling of my fantasy. Before long the phone from the front desk rang again, and I invited my second guest up.

In a few minutes Kelly and I welcomed a slim young woman, about 25 years old and looking part Asian. Her golden skin was highlighted by all white athletic gear-- shorts, a designer t-shirt and running shoes. She carried a brown leather gym bag. Her smile was contagious. 

"My name is Chrissy, how you both doing?"

After paying Chrissy, with the same promise of a tip, I poured three glasses of wine. I turned on some music, dimmed the lights, and we lolled on the king-sized bed. I took a minute to explain my wishes; we would remove each other's clothing by turns, then follow my directions from there. Everyone was free to introduce new ideas, and to improvise, but I had the final say. 

I made my first request, and Kelly complied by removing Chrissy's shoes. Chrissy then turned to me, and laughing a little, removed my shoes and socks. I then turned to Kelly, and slipped off her sandals. Sipping some wine, Kelly continued the game by carefully pulling off Chrissy's shirt, revealing a white jogging bra. The bright white material contrasted nicely with the girl's golden-brown skin. Chrissy scooted over to me and drew my polo shirt over my head. My excitement was palpable. Trying to stay calm, I licked my lips and started to pull Kelly's dress up. 

"I'll stand up for this," she said, smiling. We both stood, and I undid a few buttons and pulled her flowered dress up and off. Her body was nice, in light blue bra and panties. Her breasts, obviously natural, were full, and the thin bra did not hide the bumps of her nipples. Kelly then turned to me, undid my belt, and pulled down my Dockers. Here we were, a nice-looking 40-ish blonde, clad in bra and panties, a 20-something Asian girl in running shorts and a jog-bra, and me, a middle-aged guy with an obvious hard-on in his Fruit-Of-The-Looms. 

"Okay," I said, "I'm a little behind here, with only these jockeys on." 

""Well," said Kelly, "Let's you and me get this girl's pants off!" We slid Chrissy's shorts down her legs as she lay back, lifting her hips in that oh-so-sexy move that women make when you're getting their pants off. She had only the bare minimum of a thong on. I started kissing Kelly's shoulders and she began massaging Chrissy's breasts through her bra. Soon I was lifting the lovely heft of Kelly's mature boobs, and the two women began kissing. My sexual temperature was red-lining, and I moved back a little and took some deep breaths to slow myself down. Bras and panties were still on, the girls were kissing and rubbing each other, and my heart was beating hard. This was good. 

Suddenly they both turned to me and started caressing and pinching my nipples. I leaned over to kiss Chrissy and her tongue darted into my mouth. I sucked it gently, while Kelly started sucking my nipple. 

Coming up for air I managed to say, "Whoa, let's sit up now." Both women obediently sat still, and breathing deeply, I removed each of their bras. Butterflies tickled my stomach as their beautiful boobs came into view. The younger woman's breasts were small and taut, with smallish brown nipples. Kelly's were much larger and white, with bigger nipples. I sat there with one hand on each of them, lightly pinching and pulling their nipples. 

""Touch each other," I requested, and their hands joined mine. Someone was soon doing the same to my nipples, and it was a fondle fest. 

"Help me, Chrissy," I said and gently pushed Kelly onto her back. I sucked one tit while Chrissy sucked the other, and Kelly started to make little sighing noises. I watched Chrissy's mouth closely and imitated her, alternately kissing, sucking gently and biting softly. Kelly began squirming and I put my hand on her mound, rubbing it with firm pressure over her clit, through her panties. 

"Chrissy dear," I breathed, "Take off her panties." Soon Kelly was completely naked and I moved down to touch and look at her pussy, while Chrissy kept busy moving between her boobs and mouth. The girls were kissing slowly and softly, tongues exploring. 

There was a wet spot on the front of my jockeys, and Kelly took time to reach down and pull them off of my cock. I finished sliding them off, then nuzzled her pussy, spreading the folds open with my fingers and licking inside, moving up to push on her clit with my tongue in a slow, regular rhythm. Chrissy was still kissing her, and had started to work her tits a little harder, I looked up across the curve of Kelly's belly to see the younger woman pulling on her nipples until they stretched a long way. Breathing hard, I sat up long enough to pull off Chrissy's thong, and brushed my fingertips on her lips and clit. She was shaved, and wet. 

I lay back down between Kelly's legs and returned my attentions to her pussy. I slipped a finger into her, and moved it around, still chasing her clit with my tongue. My cock was throbbing against the bed. I put another finger inside her, and groped for Chrissy's cunt with my other hand. When I found it, her little moan told me she liked it. Occupied as I was with Kelly, I couldn't do much to her pussy, but still a feeling of richness overcame me. Here I was, sucking one woman and feeling another, as they kissed and caressed. Soon I felt Kelly's hand join mine on Chrissy's pussy, and we both fingered and fondled her. Time seemed to slow down, as we moved and murmured in pleasure. 

"Let's see if we can get her off," I said to Chrissy. 

"I know what she needs," Chrissy replied. She got up, went to her bag and returned with a curved G-spot vibrator. "Turn over, girl, we've got something for you." Kelly obliged by rolling over onto her stomach. She seemed to relish her role as helpless sex object. We spread her legs and I continued caressing her, kneading her thighs, lower back and shapely butt in appreciative wonder. Chrissy switched on the G-spot wand and gently probed her cunt with it, until she shuddered with pleasure. Kelly put her own hand underneath her, giving her clit what it liked best. When my caressing fingers dragged across her asshole, I could tell she liked the feeling. As Chrissy maneuvered the vibrator, I knelt to tongue Kelly's tight ass, and her hand moved faster on her own clit. Chrissy must have found the right spot, because her moans and breathing speeded up. After a few delicious minutes, our combined efforts pushed her over the edge into a long, shivering orgasm. I didn't stop licking her ass, and as her orgasm subsided we melted into soft caresses and suckings. 

I was quivering, consciously keeping my cock from touching anything, drops of pre-come oozing out. 

"Here's what I want," said Chrissy, and she pushed me onto my back and took my cock into her mouth. I concentrated hard on not coming, as she swirled her tongue around the head of my cock, every once in a while pushing me deeper into her throat for a moment. 

"Kelly," I managed to gasp, "please sit on my face." Kelly obediently straddled my head, and I tongued her cunt and ass with mounting joy, feeling my own orgasm approaching. I began to thrust hard into Chrissy's willing mouth, and vibrated like a bell with the pleasure of two women on me. Kelly moved off to get behind Chrissy as she knelt over my cock, and whatever she did pushed the younger woman into a new frenzy of sucking. Abandoning the gentle swirls, she gobbled my cock until I felt the back of her throat opening around me. I couldn't hold back-- bucking hard, I came in Chrissy's throat, and she swallowed rhythmically, letting me hold her head tight and deep around my throbbing cock. 

Kelly had stayed busy on Chrissy's ass, and I heard the hum of a vibrator. Completely relaxed by my wonderful coming, I lay back, caressed her hair and hanging breasts, fondling and pulling on her nipples the way I'd seen her do to Kelly earlier. She fondled my now soft cock with one hand and caressed her own clit with the other. I raised my head to see Kelly sucking her ass and pussy lips as she rhythmically worked a large vibrating dildo in and out of Chrissy's cunt, moving it up around her clit every few strokes.

"I'm very oral," soon murmured Chrissy, "I want to suck pussy when I come."

We switched places, Kelly giving me the dildo and lying back to spread her legs for Chrissy's hungry mouth. I worked the device as I'd seen her do, moving it in steady rhythm, sometimes deep into her wet cunt and then moving it around her clitoral area as it buzzed her toward orgasm. Maneuvering to the side as I worked it, I lapped at her open pussy and tried to push my tongue into her ass. 

Breathing her pleasure into Kelly's pussy, her orgasm built steadily into hard spasms. By the time she came, my cock was hard once more. She rolled onto her side and I moved quickly onto Kelly, grabbing her breasts hard and sucking her tongue as I pounded her sopping cunt. She dug her nails into my back and ass, and at long last I shuddered in an earth-shaking orgasm. We three lay there silently, satisfied, and I became aware of the music still playing. 

They got their tip. 



Fantasy Fulfilled



The arraignments were made for my lovely wife of 12 years to finally fulfill her fantasy. All the preparations have been made to ensure everything will go as planned. The ad had been sitting on the website for well over 2 months and tonight was the night we were going to finally do it for her. She had wanted this to happen for so long now that the thought was the only thing she could think about since placing the ad. I had looked at each persons reply and studied their photos closely to make sure they were right for her. 

Nearly 100 men had all wanted to participate in the ultimate gang bang for my wife. Each one claiming to be very experienced at it; each one boasting about the size of their cock, but only 8 were selected. Every night I would go out to meet these men face to face and interview each one of them. Several of them had taken me home to introduce me to their wife or girlfriend. This was the deal sealer for me when they did that. When they had someone at home who allowed them to play, who also played on the side in their own world. My wife and I had never done the swinging lifestyle before, but since watching that one video, this was all she could think about.

She did not know who these men were going to be, and that was the exciting part for her. This was the one night where she can be a true slut and not really care. As we pulled out of the driveway, my wife sat beside me, getting her self ready just a touch more. She adjusted her garter belt and stockings so she would look perfect. Several times during the drive she would look in her mirror and make sure her makeup was just right. The anticipation grew more intense with each mile I drove to the place that I had already arraigned for this night to happen. One of the men who introduced me to his wife had told me that his house would be perfect as they hold monthly parties for other swingers to enjoy.

As I reached the neighborhood where my new friend lives, my wife began to get more excited and decided that she could not wear her panties anymore. She quickly slide them out from under her dress, and showed me how wet they really had become. When I pulled into the driveway, my wife pulled out a bottle of her favorite perfume and quickly sprayed just a touch more on to give it that perfect touch.

As we walked up to the door, we were greeted by a lovely blond wearing a long black shiny dress that was split up both sides. As she stood in the doorway, she greeted my wife with a kiss on the cheek. "Welcome to your ultimate fantasy, my dear" she said.

As we walked in, my wife began to look around for the men; I told her that she was not going to see them. Our hostess quickly placed the blindfold on my wife and guided her to the room where everything was going to take place. 

Once inside the room, there were shackles hanging from the ceiling, candles lit all over the room, and soft music playing in the back ground. The men were all sitting around room anxiously waiting for my wife to arrive. All of them knew that this was something that she had been wanting for a long time and all know that this night needs to be perfect for my wife. 

My wife was guided to one side of the room and the hostess had motioned for two men to rise and help my wife out of her clothes. Every man in the room was completely naked and very erect from anticipation. As I looked at the far end of the room, one man was sitting down with a slightly stocky red head sucking his cock gently getting him hard for my wife to enjoy. As the two men had undressed my wife, she stood in front of me and 8 other men wearing nothing but her garter belt and stockings. This was the first time anyone else besides myself has seen my wife naked, and the excitement built quickly up in her as her pussy was now starting to leak down her legs.

The two men then took my wife's wrists and put them into the one set of shackles that hung from the ceiling. With her arms now suspended in the air, my blind wife was starting to be felt up by all these men one at a time. Short loud breaths can be heard from my wife with each different mans touch. One would caress her tits; another one would rub her legs. Gently one would massage her ass, and one began rubbing her clit. Each man would spend a moment or two touching and felling my wife, making her body squirm in her restraints with each touch.

After each man had their turn, they then took their turns rubbing their cocks against her body. As I sat and watch the action, the red head that was fluffing the guys came over to me and fished my own cock out of my pants. I tried to stop her but my hostess grabbed my hands and told me to relax and enjoy. I relaxed back and realized that if my wife was getting pleasured, I might as well enjoy. I began to concentrate on watching my wife being pleasured by 8 men. I watched each man rubbed their cocks all over her tits, her ass, and even her pussy. These men were so excited; each man was leaking a lot of precum and smearing it all over my wife's body. There was so much precum on my wife; it looked like there was already cum on my wife. 

Our hostess then decided that my wife needed to be filled now. She then grabbed a condom, placed it in her mouth, and then put it on the first man to fuck my wife. She started with the smallest guy first, putting the condom on the man's cock with her elegant mouth. The men then knew who was next as she had instructed them to fuck my wife in a certain order, smallest cock to the largest. The first man got positioned right behind my wife, and penetrated her ever gently. My wife let out a gentle moan of pleasure. 

As I sat and watched my wife take her first strange cock ever, the luscious lips from this gorgeous redhead wrapped around my cock had made me shoot cum deep into her hot mouth. A rush had literally come over my body that I had not felt in a long time. My head was spinning all out of control as I felt like I was shooting stream after stream of sperm deep down her throat. This gorgeous redhead never allowed her mouth to let go of my cock as she swallowed all of my cum. As I came off my euphoric high, I notice a second man was now fucking my wife from behind while two other men were each sucking passionately on each one of her luscious 36B tits. As this goddess redhead stood up to go and fluff the other men, our hostess came and sat right beside me and started rubbing her hands all over my body. The hostess whispered in my ear, "My men are going to fuck your wife good tonight, and she will want more when of this when it is over." I could not hold back, my cock got so hard again thinking about all these men fucking her like I have never fucked her before; bringing my wife to a world that I could never do myself. After about 5 minuets, another man began to fuck my wife. For nearly 45 minuets, my wife had been fucked by each man, and every one of them still had a hard cock ready to fuck her some more.

The hostess had gotten up and walked to my wife and released her from her shackles. She said to my wife, "Sweetie, this is only the beginning. Get ready for the real action." With that, she took my wife over to the bed where there were four shackles hanging from the ceiling. She laid my wife on the bed, still blindfolded, and shackled her wrists and ankles up high. My wife was now barely on the bed. Her ass was raised about three inches up and her legs were spread wide. Her arms were standing straight up and her head was resting on a pillow. Our hostess had directed the red head to proceed to go down on my wife. My wife let out a rather loud, "Oh my God!" cry when the redhead started licking her pussy. My wife has never had another woman put her mouth there, let alone touch her.

The redhead continued for nearly 10 minuets of licking my wife's pussy and sucking on her clit. Our hostess had called one man to position his cock in my wife's mouth. My wife felt his throbbing member touch her lips, and she proceeded to take as much as could deep into her wanting mouth. I sat frozen mesmerized by this whole event. I found myself grabbing hard on my cock; stroking it like I was watching a pornographic movie. 

Once the redhead stood up, the man who was fucking my wife's mouth stood up and placed another condom on his cock and slide right into position to fuck my wife's pussy. Another man took his place at her mouth and both men began to fuck my wife at both ends. The man fucking her pussy began to speed his thrusts up deeper and harder. His pace began to quicken and his fucking got harder. He was now fucking my wife's pussy so hard; he was acting like this was the last time he was ever going to fuck in his life. My wife began screaming even louder with a hard cock still sliding in and out of her mouth. Her screams of pleasure filled the entire room that nothing else could be heard, not even the slapping sounds of the man's hips banging against her inner thighs. Just as my wife was about to reach another earth shattering climax, the man fucking her pussy pulled his cock out, ripped off the condom, and shot his cum all over her tits. Just then, as almost on cue, the man fucking her mouth practically did the same thing by pulling his cock out her mouth and spewed his load all over my wife's face. "Oh God does this taste good!" my wife said as he squeezed the last drop from his cock.

I sat in awe as it I had never cum in my wife's mouth, let alone ever cum anywhere near her face. The prim and proper wife that I had married 12 years ago has now become a gang bang whore right in front of my eyes, and I loved it.

For the next hour, I sat and watched the remaining men continue to fuck my wife's pussy and mouth, and allowed each one of them to shoot load after load of semen all over my wife's body and face. At this point, my cock was so hard and aching for a second release, our hostess looked over at me and ordered me to fuck my wife. Without hesitation, I quickly launched up off the sofa, ran over to my wife, and slide my rock hard cock into her wet sloppy pussy and fucked her like I had never fucked her before. This new feeling of my wife's pussy was exquisite to me and I wanted to fuck it so bad. After 12 years of marriage, I knew what my wife's pussy felt like wrapped around my cock, but this was not what my wife's pussy normally felt like and it was feeling great. My wife knew it was me and told me to fuck her and fill her pussy up with my cum. I could not hold back from my wife's demands and took one last thrust deep into my wife and shot my load deep into her pussy.

As I pulled out of my wife, our hostess came over to me, bent down to my cock and sucked it into her mouth. The feeling of this woman's mouth made my body shiver in excitement as she cleaned mine and my wife's cum off my cock. The redhead then proceeded to clean my wife's pussy out with her tongue, digging my cum out of her pussy. Once the hostess was done cleaning off my cock, she then went over to my wife and started licking her body clean from all the men's cum that had covered her body. My wife began to have another earth shattering climax as she had no idea who was cleaning the cum off her body. Once the women had finished my wife, they allowed her a few moments to let her gain her composure back.

At which point, the men released my wife from her shackles, and then proceeded to take her blindfold off. For the first time tonight, my wife saw all the men and women that were here to pleasure her for the first time in her life. I walked over to my wife, and gave her big kiss on her lips and said, "I love you!" 



Fantasy Fulfilled



The warm, sweet breeze is blowing in my window and running it's fingers through my hair and caressing my face. I know I'm speeding but I can't help it. The night is just begging me to go faster, drive harder. I'm on one of the back roads in my hometown that I know so well, and there are never any cops out this way anyhow. My foot lifts briefly from the gas peddle to slow a bit into the next corner, I round the corner with ease. Laying my foot against the peddle again and pressing gently the purr of the 8 cylinders is intoxicating. 

I'm flying through the hills and vales of the countryside I've grown up with, my head pressed back into the head rest, my breathing deep and relaxed. The tension from the day slowly melting with the miles I place between myself and the real world. 

Red and blue lights flash in my rearview mirror. "What, how....?" I think to myself slightly panicked. I know I was well over the legal 55MPH. I slow and pull to the shoulder, the trees here thick enough that they block out the moon, so the only light is coming from both of the cars pulled to the shoulder on this back country rural road. 

I reach for my license and registration and insurance papers. As I lean back up I watch the large shadow of a man approach my door. My window is already lowered so I've no need to roll it down as the officer walks up to my car. He shines his flash light into the front seat of my car and the back, though there are no seats back there. "License, proof of insurance and registration please, miss. " His deep gravelly voice asks. I hand the cards I've already grabbed from my wallet to him. His hands are large like the rest of him, I notice he must be well over 6'0 and very muscular and broad. He walks back to his patrol car with my info and I wait patiently for his return, singing to myself lightly. 

After about 5 minutes I lay my head back against the headrest a lovely little fantasy playing out in my mind of how this huge officer could over power me and make me his. I hear a throat clear and startle a bit. I open my eyes and the officer is standing there, looking down at me, my legs have parted slightly and my finger tips were trailing back and forth on my thigh. I blush as I realize if he'd stayed quiet he very well could have gotten quite the show. 

He hands me back my info and leans in just a bit to begin talking to me when his radio crackles to life. The mumbling unintelligible to me but he tells me in a rushed tone to have a great evening and jumps into his cruiser and tears off. I sit there dumbfounded for a few moments, before the fantasy I'd been enjoying begins to wiggle back into my mind. 

I lay my seat back slightly and part my legs more, the skirt I'm wearing granting the easy access I need. I begin to indulge in my fantasy and run my fingertips along my thighs again, teasing myself by coming close to my moist, warm panties then backing away. I toy with myself awhile and then as my fantasy intensifies I begin to really go at myself, rubbing my now swollen clit and pounding two fingers into my dripping hole. 

I've been on what feels like the verge of an intense orgasm for sometime now when out of the darkness, suddenly there are bright lights shining into my rearview mirror. Though I notice them, they don't deter me from the task at hand, as I can feel I am so close to the edge. I hear a familiar throat clear and only cease my movements and open my eyes then. As I open my eyes, I am looking into the clearest grey eyes I've ever seen. It's the cop from earlier though now with his headlights illuminating my car I can clearly see his features. 

Dark hair that's a little shaggy frame his gorgeous grey eyes, his long nose and sharp cheekbones enhance his manly appeal and the stubble on his chin just amplifies that even more. His full lips are cocked into a grin as he tells me "don't stop on my account, I just saw your car still here and was a little concerned." 

I blush furiously as I realize all that he has seen. I lean forward a bit righting myself a little as his deep voice groans low, "Awwwe now don't do that. I was enjoying the show." A smile flits across my face as an idea lights behind my eyes. I glance at the attractive officer from lowered lashes and ask him as coyly as I can, "maybe you'd like to be of assistance, officer?"

He chuckles low as he reaches for the door handle, " I thought you'd never ask, kitten." His voice sending waves of electric pleasure down my spine as I realize this is about to happen. He offers his hand to me to help me from the car. His hand is so big and warm as it wraps around my entire hand, engulfing it. 

He walks me around to the back of my car, placing his large hands around my waist he easily lifts me up and sits me down on the trunk of my car. My knees spread to accommodate him as he presses against me and licks just the corner of my mouth with the tip of his tongue. 

He whispers "anything off limits kitten?" I shake my head no and he smiles and chuckles and takes my bottom lip between his teeth. Growling "Good." into my mouth. His fingers run up and tangle in my long dark hair. Sharply tugging my head back, exposing my throat to his teeth. He runs his lips and tongue over my neck, nipping lightly here and there and then sinking his teeth into my neck and grinding them hard at the junction of my neck and shoulder. 

I moan and arch my back, exposing more of my neck to his teeth. His hands have free run over my body, and they use it. Playing along my stomach, my thighs, my rib cage. Cupping my breasts and kneading them. He roughly handles me, making me moan and writhe under his touch. 

I grind my hips into his pelvis, he presses hard against me, the gun belt and rough material of his uniform pants burning and bruising my skin. His hand reaches down and lifts my ass of the cool metal of my car, he roughly shoves my skirt up over my hips and rips my panties from my hot, dripping slit. 

His fingers feel like ice against the heated lips of my sex, he parts the swollen lips and presses his fingers into my sex causing my back to arch hard and a harsh moan to fly from my lips.

The officer quickly drops to his knees and thrusts his tongue deep into my dripping sex. Lapping at my hole and stabbing the tip of his tongue into my clit. Alternating between the roughness I crave and the tenderness my delicate sex requires. 

He laps at my cunt for very little time before I pull his head up to me and press my lips to his hard. 

His hands grab me and pull my off the car, and flip me over pressing his bulge against my ass. He unzips his pants and positions himself at my opening and with one swift, hard thrust buries his entire length in me. A scream tearing from my throat, as his impressive length and girth fill me. 

His gun belt presses into my ass and bruises my tender flesh, his fingertips dig into my hips. I can feel them clutching at the bone, knowing there will be serious bruises there in the morning. He pounds harshly into me, causing me to scream and moan repeatedly. Thrusting back into his hips, as my orgasm approaches I thrust harder and scream for him to thrust harder, which he obliges. He reaches around my hips and fingers my swollen clit to a screaming, quivering, shuddering, mind blowing orgasm. 

As my walls clench on his throbbing member, he reaches his own shuddering orgasm. 

He thrusts a few more times emptying his load in me. My legs shaking from exhaustion and my body covered in a sheen of sweat. He pulls out of me and I stand up and turn to face him. He kisses me passionately and pulls me close, pulling my skirt down over my exposed ass. I press my number into his hand before he leaves. 

I hope he calls. 



Fantasy Fulfilled



I don't remember his name. I don't remember what it was that made me stop and chat with him. I do remember his screen name on AOL, but only because I thought it was something else; I think it was IGPoPInMan, which I had translated as I Go Pee In A Man (it actually had some thing to do with Iggy Pop).

I had been doing the online dating thing for a couple of months as I had recently gotten divorced and was trying to move on with things. I found that I liked (and still do) chatting online far better than on the phone. I am very tactile person and I think typing gives me more satisfaction than talking. So dating online was a great way to get started.

He seemed intelligent, I wouldn't have continued to talk to him if he didn't. He also seemed sweet and respectful, so I guess I thought I would give him a bit of my time. I owned a massage and yoga center and there would be lots of downtime, so I would often find myself online chatting to him between clients. He was a doctor in a major NY hospital, or so he said, so he would be online when he was home or taking a break. We were both tired and horny, so it didn't take long for the chat to turn into the beginnings of cybersex, although it never got very far; you try typing while masturbating: Uh..... Oh...... Yeah.... I'm touching myself.... Gonna cum....... Not worth it.

So, with that dilemma, we decided to chat on the phone. He called me one night while there was a yoga class going on and we chatted for a while. He then asked me to masturbate while he was on the phone. I told him he was crazy, that there were people in the next room in a class and any one of them could come out at any minute. There were no massage rooms free so I couldn't go in and hide. I finally agreed to go into my semi-enclosed office and do it for him. 

I left my clothes on so I could have quick escape if I needed one. I began by rubbing my breasts and pinching my nipples. I was so turned on knowing that he was listening to me, and I was even more excited knowing that someone could walk in on us at any moment.

My hand quickly moved down into my pants and under my panties. My fingers slipped into my dripping wet cunt and slid over my clit. I made tiny circles over my clit and occasionally pushed my fingers in as deep as I could reach. I could hear him breathing on the line and knew he was as turned on as I was, but I didn't hear him masturbating.

I described to him what I was doing in a low whisper so no one would hear. It didn't take long for me to feel the orgasm building, so I shoved my middle fingers deep in my cunt and gyrated my hips. I let out a heavy sigh as my pussy tightened around my fingers. I felt the waves of tingle flow up my spine and over my scalp.

We were silent for a moment, and then he spoke, "I have a fantasy, and I think you are the one to help me fulfill it."

I was intrigued, "Tell me about it."

"I have a fantasy that I meet a random girl and make here cum with my tongue."

I had to think about this last admission for a minute. This was a prospect so intriguing, so dangerous and so exciting... but so scary. I had no idea who this guy was, nor he I. He could have been a serial killer, rapist or a circus clown (the later of which being the most terrifying) but the curiosity got the better of me.

We arranged it for a Friday night, after my office was closed. The office was located in an industrial park and at that hour there was no one around. If I was to be murdered no one would probably know for days. He told me later that he was equally scared, as he wasn't sure if he was walking into some sort of a trap. But it was the danger that had us both so worked up.

The evening class had emptied out and the therapists had all left for the night. I got one of the rooms ready with candles and music. I locked the doors and waited for him to arrive. My heart must have been pounding through my ears. It was maddening what I was doing, but I was determined to go through with it. It was too good of a fantasy not to let it play out.

I knew from our conversations that he was of Chinese descent. I had never been with an Asian man before, and was quite curious. I wasn't sure if we were going to actually have sex, or he was just going to please me. I had asked him to bring some condoms, just in case. He thought this was very wise of me, he being a doctor and all.

He arrived a bit late, so I was more than worked up. I was worried he wouldn't find me attractive, but that didn't seem to be the case at all. He stopped for a moment when he came in, and as I was locking the door he brushed my neck with his hand. I paused, and took a deep breath, just feeling his touch. I turned to him and he pulled me in, kissing me first lightly, then stronger. His tongue lightly grazing my lip. My legs went weak underneath me.

I led him to the room, he took off his jacket and dropped it neatly over the chair. There was a finesse about him that you only see with the well groomed and refined men; one who concerned himself with respect for the things entrusted to him. He had on a dress shirt and slacks and his shoes were neatly polished. His eyes were small, but warm and his excitement over what was happening was apparent in the way he looked at me. 

He kissed me again, this time running his hand down and groping my breast. My nipples rose to meet him and I could no longer stand the feeling of my clothes. I pulled my shirt up over my head and threw it to the floor. He pulled me in to him, his hand behind my neck, in my hair. His kisses became more intense and his tongue became more probing. Our mouths were pulled together like magnets and it seemed we could not get close enough.

He lay me down on the massage table. He then took off his shirt and tossed it on the chair, a little less neatly than the jacket. He climbed between my legs and lay on top of me, kissing me with passion I felt down to my toes. He worked his way down my neck and onto my chest. It was marvelous, knowing he was there solely to please me. He licked his way around my nipple a few times, only to make it harder and more erect. He suckled on them, one by one and bit, just hard enough that I would feel it between my thighs.

He licked his way down my stomach, circling my navel as he fumbled with my pants. He pulled them down and off, throwing them on the floor in a heap. My panties were all that remained between his mouth and my now slippery cunt. He crawled back up, massaging my thighs as he moved, then kissing my thighs, softly, like butterflies. Finally he got to my crotch and kissed my pussy over my panties. He waited a moment, then moved the panties to the side and gave my cunt a small lick. He moaned in pleasure.

He ripped my panties off. I spread my legs as wide as I could to give him access. He began with a few light, slow licks on my clit. After a moment of this he kissed my clit with a gentle butterfly kisses, then placed his lips over it and gave a little suction. After he sucked for a moment, his tongue broke free and dug into my cunt. I arched my back to give him better access, arching up as he dug his tongue in, and down so he could lick my clit. We moved like this for a minute and then he started making little circles with his tongue on my sweet spot. I wanted to cum so bad, but I knew it wasn't time yet. He had come all this way, why make it easy?

After a moment, he took his two fingers and got them wet. He dug them deep into my hole, fingering up to my g-spot. He kept working his tongue over me and fucking me with is fingers meeting my rhythm as he sucked and licked me into a frenzy. I couldn't hold back any more. I came hard and strong and he moaned in pleasure along with me.

After I stopped convulsing, I looked down. He was lying between my legs, waiting for me to be ready for him to move. I finally moaned "I need you to fuck me!"

He jumped up and pulled off his pants. He grabbed a condom out of his jacket pocket and had it on in no time flat. He climbed between my legs and entered me as fast as he could move. He fucked me pushing his hard dick in as far as he could go. His passion was worthy of any medal I could think of and I moved my hips to take in all of him on each thrust.

I came again, and when he felt my pussy squeezing his cock he couldn't hold it any more. My screams of pleasure met with his moans of joy and we had the most intense, simultaneous orgasm in my history to that point.

We lay there in a heap for a while, just basking in the glory of what we had done; and the fact that neither of us was a mass murderer. He caressed my hair and face, we both glowed with appreciation. He finally whispered "thank you. You fulfilled a long-time fantasy of mine today."

"Trust me, it was my pleasure," I purred back at him.

We went out for dinner, and actually had a conversation that didn't revolve around sex. Turned out he really was a doctor in NY.

I never saw him again, and we only spoke a few times online after that, but the memory of that brief encounter is etched in my mind, forever. 



Fantasy Fulfilled



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For three days I had been so stressed out, I was afraid I'd blow a gasket. Well, I hoped to blow something soon, anyway. Less than seventy-two hours before I had taken the plunge and went to a gay bar with all intentions of fulfilling my biggest fantasy. Being straight all my life, yet recently questioning my own sexual preferences, I somehow got up the nerve and gave blow jobs to not one, but two well hung studs.

With a little liquid courage loosening me up, I had come on to Rick, a gorgeous hunk who must be about twenty years my junior. I went down on him like a cheap slut and devoured him till he coated my tonsils with the finest protein cocktail one could imagine. A little while later, I did the same with a handsome bartender who turned out to be his flatmate.

Rick and I made plans to meet on his day off, and although the thought of it excited me beyond belief, I still couldn't figure out why he would want to get it on with me, someone much older than himself. 

I am in pretty good shape for my age and try to stay fit, yet this guy could probably have anyone that he wanted. As it is, he has a beautiful flatmate, Ken. With this in mind, I kept asking myself why he would be interested in me.

Perhaps he was fascinated by the fact that I was a virgin, never being with a man before. Maybe he was being truthful when he said I gave him one of his best blow jobs ever, and that on my first attempt so I should only get better. Or did he just like the slutty way I just gave myself to him?

Also, I wondered what was going on with him and Ken? Did Rick just want to make him jealous? Or, was I going to be a shared toy for the both of them? I worried what he was thinking, but hoped the last thought was the closest to the reality of the situation.

These thoughts worried me constantly. I should have just been happy for my own good fortune, but my insecurity was getting the better of me all week long till the time finally came to meet.

So, the day before, being excited and not being able to think of anything else, I rode to Rick's neighborhood to find his building. I didn't want to mess up and get lost on my big day. All day and night I fasted, not eating any solid food. I wanted to make sure my digestive track was totally empty and sparkling fresh. I trimmed the hair on my balls and rosebud, and when bedtime came, I retired with wild thoughts keeping me awake till early in the morning.

Our meeting was set for noon, but I was up and around at eight a.m. I shaved, showered, and laid out the clothes I decided to wear. Rick had told me to come with my butt plug in place, but I didn't want to wear it till the last minute. So, I was naked till about eleven, then meticulously started getting myself ready. I put new batteries in the butt plug, oiled myself up with some new silicone gel, inserted it, put on some spandex shorts, got dressed and grabbed a cab to Rick's flat.

When I got there, I pressed the button for his flat-1805 on the top floor, and he buzzed me in. On the way up in the elevator I turned on the plug and the sensations were making me dance the whole way up. Rick met me at his door in a yukata, a Japanese kimono style robe, and invited me in. He had opened a bottle of chablis and we had a glass after he proposed a toast to happy endings.

After a second glass of wine and some more small talk, all my worries evaporated as Rick seemed really sincere in his interest in me. He told me how much he was looking forward to taking my virginity. God, that turned me on so much I had to touch him and devour him. I reached into his robe and he was rock hard! In a second I was on my knees, any idea of going slow were forgotten.

We were still in the living room,with me rubbing and squeezing his cock when I asked him about Ken, since I presumed he wasn't around. Rick said for me not to worry, he'd be gone for a while. That was fine with me as I was already caressing his cock and all I was thinking about was tasting him again. I undid his robe sash and the robe slipped off his body while at the same time he was unbuckling my pants and helping me kick them off. In no time flat, Rick was totally naked and I only had my shorts on, which was keeping my butt plug firmly in place.

Just as I was about to ram his shaft down my throat , Rick pulled me up, and amazingly lifted me up off the floor. I am sure I am heavier than him by ten or fifteen pounds, but when he easily lifted me, I wrapped my legs around him and he carried me to the next room where there was one very large bed. As I held him tightly, we fell as one onto the mattress. Then, with me on my back and my legs still wrapped around him, he thrust his tongue down my throat and gave me one of the hottest kisses I've ever had! 

I felt like a little girl that was about to be taken for the first time. This was beyond heaven! But I had to have his cock, one way or another, so I cupped his ass with my hands and eased him up my chest till his staff was right at my mouth, glistening with pre-cum. 

I started to lick and suck Rick. I nibbled up and down the side of his shaft with soft love bites. Slowly at first, but soon I was doing it with inspired abandon. With a pillow under my head I had a great angle to service him, and could have gone on continuously, but he had other ideas. He flipped around, preparing for a sixty-nine position just as I reached up and rammed my tongue into his ass. That was another first for me, that I did without even thinking. I started rimming him and sticking my tongue in and out of his hole as Rick groaned and met my jabbings with his lovely ass smothering me. Meanwhile he was struggling to get my shorts off till I lifted my hips off the bed to help him along. With that, Rick swallowed me just as I put his cock back in my mouth.

What a sensation! I had hardly ever thought of this, but I pretty much decided I was a bottom, and meant to do all the servicing. I thought my mouth and ass getting rammed were all I needed. But, here was Rick, sucking my dick and it was sending sensations throughout my body. This was so beautiful, especially with his nut sack resting on my nose and forehead as we got into a steady in and out rhythm. This went on for five or ten minutes, maybe more, and the steady flow of his salty pre-cum was a super turn-on.

Meanwhile, Rick had pulled the butt plug out of me and rammed a couple of fingers in my ass, massaging my prostate like someone who knew what he was doing from long experience. I knew what was coming, and not a moment too soon! If he kept sucking me, I would shoot my load, and I didn't want that to happen just yet.

So, when Rick started to change position, I knew I was ready. Finally, it was time! He rolled me onto my stomach, then pulled me up to a kneeling position with my ass sticking out, ready for the taking. I was so excited with anticipation that I was smiling! Bracing, yet completely ready, my wait was now over. I was finally going to be fucked!

But then he really surprised me with his next move. He rammed his tongue into my ass and started eating me, passionately, like a true lover. I screamed out in animal pleasure, "Oh god, oh god! Fuck me, Rick! Fuck me."

Rick spread my ass cheeks and proceeded to pound my ass with his tongue, as he shoved it in and out. I was moaning, screaming, bucking like a bronco, and almost crying from pleasure! Finally, I had to beg him, "Rick, I need you....please fuck me!.... Fuck me, please!"

I wanted it so bad I was begging for it. This man was a great lover! I could tell. He wanted to please me as much as I wanted to please him. Finally he slowly eased his cock in my ass and I groaned with utmost pleasure as I pushed back to meet his thrust. My first cock, and not a bit of discomfort, just ecstasy!

Rick is about eight inches and thick, and after only a few thrusts I felt his balls slapping mine. When he saw that I was really enjoying it, he sped up the pace and started to pound me, faster and faster. I held on to the headboard and pushed back to meet his thrusts as best as I could. I yelled, "Fuck me baby, fuck me harder!" And I repeated it again and again. The world was all hazy now. It was like I was floating in space, without a care in the world, tethered to reality by a giant cock that was not only in me, but a part of me.

While thrusting away from behind, the only thing missing was being able to look at my lover, so after awhile I said, "Rick, darling, fuck me like a girl. Fuck me on my back." Then, without missing a beat, he flipped me over while I grabbed a pillow and put it under my ass for elevation. Spreading my legs as wide as possible, I pulled my man deeper into me, while I held him firmly by his ass cheeks. I then wrapped my legs around his torso and bounced up to meet thrust after fantastic thrust. I didn't want this to ever stop, yet, I wanted Rick to have his greatest orgasm ever.

After several more wonderful minutes, he had to be close, I could tell. Should I let him finish inside me, or take it down my throat? We had never discussed this, but in the heat of passion, I knew what I had to do. I dug my nails into his ass as I squeezed my sphincter, and kept meeting his thrusts as fast as I could, as I yelled, "I'm coming, baby! Come with me! Come inside me! Fuck me,oh,fuck me!" 

Rick seemed to pull out a reserve of energy, somehow going even deeper, bottoming out as he yelled, "Yes,yes, I'm coming." He drove his tongue deep into my mouth as I felt his dick spasm again and again into my ass. 

I screamed! It was pure joy.He kept pounding me and I was holding him as tight as I could, begging him not to stip. After a moment, he pulled back slightly and grabbed my cock, which was all I needed. It exploded! Spasm after glorious spasm shot out all over my belly and chest and my sphincter held him tightly as we kissed passionately and collapsed into each other's arms.

As his seed was filling my ass, tears were streaming out of my eyes. But I was in ecstasy . Tears of joy they were. My first true fuck and it exceeded all my expectations. This was perfection that I never wanted to end. Not a bit of guilt entered my mind. I felt like a whore and loved the feeling. I wanted to be Rick's whore and let him use me as much as he wanted. It was the happiest day of my life!

After several more blissful moments we changed positions with Rick still deep in my ass but now from behind. He wrapped his arms around me and we drifted off to sleep, completely exhausted and totally satiated. I don't know how long we slept, maybe an hour or two, but a while later we were awaken from the sound of the front door when Ken came back. I then realized that my day was far from over.



Fantasy Fulfilled



I've always been a very sexual woman, sex is my favorite hobby, and finding new ways of enjoy sex is always fun. Being married to a man who wasn't interested in having sex with me was sort of a problem . But, I did find ways of dealing with that.  Over the years, I've have numerous friends with benefits which did satisfy my needs. One of those FWB was a man named Terry.  The man is really of no consequence, but the fact that he helped me fulfill one of my fantasies was. 

Terry knew that I had a fantasy of seeing how many men I could fuck in one night. I wanted to be full and dripping with cum, until I could take no more. At the time we were living in South Florida, and there were no real opportunities to fulfill my fantasy there. So, we decided we had to go to Tampa to do this. Our plan was to go to an adult theater and I would just fuck every man there who wanted to fuck me. Terry would be my body guard while this went on. To make sure that I was safe and wasn't hurt. 

The evening we planned this I dressed as sexily as I could. I wore a little black slip dress with no underwear, which left my 40DD breasts free to feel the satin material against my constantly hard nipples. I also wore thigh high black nylons and stiletto fuck me heels. The decision was made that I would be his slave for the night and I had to do what ever he asked of me. I agreed to this because I have a submissive streak in me. 

The drive to Tampa took about 90 minutes up the interstate. While he was driving Terry told me to raise up my dress and spread my legs to show my shaved pussy which I was happy to do. I also have an exhibitionist streak in me and I love to have men look at me. So, with my legs spread and planted wide open on the dash he told me to rub my clit and not stop no matter who could see. I began to rub my clit with my middle finger then he told me he wanted a taste. I moved my hand up to his mouth and he sucked on my finger . He then told me to fuck my self with my fingers. I spread my legs wider and began to rub my clit with one hand and ram my fingers of the other hand into my dripping pussy. He said "open the glove box", and in it was a big thick vibrator and a small bullet vibrator. He knew these were my favorites. Meanwhile Terry is passing vehicles but driving along side of certain ones as he passed especially truckers. Terry said, "fuck yourself for that man, I can tell he's jacking off". Gladly I pushed the thick vibrator in my pussy and began bucking to take it all in. While that was buried deep in my cunt, I put the bullet on my clit. These toys never fail to give me a huge orgasm and I wasn't denied. My head thrown back and loudly moaning I wouldn't have been surprised if the trucker could hear my moans of pleasure. I wasn't watching that man, but Terry said to look at him, I caught his eye for a second. Which I believe was enough for him, because he then held up a hand full of cum for me to see. I would have been very disappointed at the waste of cum, but I knew that there would be so much more to cum during the night.

I pleasured myself along the highway many times until we got to Tampa. Once there he decided to give my pussy a break because he had a big workout planned for it. We arrived at the adult theater and he had me walk in by myself. The theater was dimly lit, but enough light for the men there to see me walk in with my whore dress and fuck me shoes. I was getting very aroused knowing that I would possibly fuck all of the men there tonight. I sat down in a seat in the middle, and Terry came in and sat next to me, we didn't speak because he wanted to look like strangers. 

Terry sat for a moment then took my hand and put it on his hardening cock and said "suck my cock". I unzipped his pants and took out his 7" cock and started to stroke it. He said, "I told you to suck me", he took my head and pushed my head down to his cock and I took it in my mouth. I have to say here that I love sucking cock, and I am a master at it. Taking a soft cock in my mouth and feeling it grow with my mouth and tongue is such a powerful feeling. The men around were starting to notice my head bobbing in Terry's lap and the slurping and sucking noises and moved closer for a better look. With my lips sucking and my tongue licking his cock I could feel that he was going to cum soon. I kept my mouth on his cock and he filled it with his thick cum. I raised up my head and licked the drips that I had missed and with a huge smile swallowed.  

Terry had me stand up, pulled off my dress squeezed my tits and pinched my nipples and said "she is my sex slave, and I've ordered her fuck and suck any man who wants, she has the tightest pussy I've ever had, and she is the best cock sucker any of you have probably ever seen."  With that, he bent me over the seat and started to pound my pussy. Men began to line up on the other side of the seat and take out their cocks. One pushed his cock in my mouth and began to fuck my mouth. My ass was pushing against Terry's cock to take it all in, and my head was bobbing up and down on the strangers cock. Hands were grabbing, pulling and squeezing my tits, pinching my nipples, I was in heaven. I could feel the cock in my mouth throb and knew he was going to shoot a load of cum down my throat and I was so ready. I could feel that Terry was ready to explode in my pussy and I knew that when he did I would start my many of multiple orgasms. 

The stranger in my mouth was replaced by another and another and another I swallowed every drop. Men were sticking their cock in my hands, getting ready to fuck my mouth or pussy. Cocks fucked me one after the other. I could feel cum start to run out of my pussy and down my legs. Terry, since he was my master decided it was time to break in my ass, and lubed up my even tighter ass and his cock. Although there was so much cum dripping out of me extra lube wasn't needed. He slowly inched his cock into my ass knowing that once he got in I would be moaning in pleasure. He began fucking my ass faster and I was begging for more. I wanted to feel his cum in my ass and he was so happy to do that. After Terry fucked my ass, every hole was open for any man who wanted.

I had fucked constantly for about an hour, I needed to take a break. Time for a drink and some palate cleansing. I was relaxing for a moment when a man walked to me and said, "I want my wife to clean your pussy". Terry agreed. The woman licked her lips and moved to me. She leaned toward me and ran her tongue over my lips and said "you taste so good." She began to deep kiss me then moved down to my breasts. With all the men squeezing and pinching my tits, it felt so good to have her gently lick, then suck my breasts. She lightly bit my nipples then started increasing to harder bites. Then she moved down my chest to my pussy and started sucking on my clit and fingering my pussy. Her tongue licked up and down my legs cleaning all the cum from my thighs.  Fingering my clit, she slid her tongue into my pussy tasting the gallons of cum that had been deposited. She proceeded to lick and suck my cunt and bring me to a roaring orgasm. All the men surrounding us were stroking their cock and staring at the show we were putting on. 

It was time for round two, which I will continue at a later time.



Fantasy Fulfilled



It is said that bisexuality doubles one's chances of being laid on any given night. Of course, the joke only works if the subject is "out," and I certainly was not, even at age 19. 

High school...not always the best time to let your friends know that you fantasize about both genders. I first started fantasizing about other guys during junior year, but I thought at the time that my lust for men was just another weird fetish phase. Naturally it would pass quickly...well, it didn't. I managed to keep my feelings secret from all but a few people, and the people who I did tell were other closeted guys who approached me about being gay or bi. I never knew how they found me out—I guess some people just have a sixth sense for this sort of thing. In any event, for the next two years I fooled around with both guys and girls (the former in total secrecy). I used to wish sometimes that I was strictly straight, because at least I could imagine that I had a slim chance with incredibly hot girls. But being bi, I had to come to terms with the fact that I could never have most guys. 

Where I come from, football is a huge sport, and my old high school had the best team in the state. Some players were venerated so much at school that one would think that motherfucking Jerry Rice was a member of the student body. Of course, there were a number of hot guys on the team, but the hottest of them all was Cam. At around 6'3" the boy towered over most kids in our grade by the end of senior year. He had a model's face, with glowing ivory skin, soft facial features, and sparkling white teeth. His eyes were a penetrating deep blue, and he kept his short blonde hair spiked up in the front. I jacked off to his shirtless Facebook pictures constantly. His torso was lean, yet extremely well muscled from abs to pecs. His biceps were the best part—huge rocks when fully flexed. It was no secret that Cam didn't mind getting fully naked in the football showers, and although I never got to see him (fuck!), it was said that his cock was monstrously huge. I usually pictured myself fucking the stud in my fantasies, but something about that big dick made my asshole tingle. 

Even though Cam and I shared a few classes senior year, we never had much of a reason to interact. We hardly spoke a word to each other except in passing, and I didn't have the balls to talk to him. Thus, we lived our separate lives—him being his hot self while I got my rocks off to his pictures. It continued until graduation, and after that I gradually forgot about Cam as college life got under way... 



...until one day during spring break. That afternoon, as I was sitting in front of my laptop, something happened that I did not expect. I was on Facebook, messaging some hot chick, when all of a sudden I got a message from Cam. 

"hey." That one word made my heart skip a beat, and I nearly choked on the juice I was drinking. Forgetting all about the girl I was chatting with, I sent back a quick message. What the fuck could this be about? 



"hey man, I havent talked to you since graduation...whats up?" I pressed enter and waited for his reply. 

"yeah I know lol," he typed back. "This is really random I know but I got something to ask you." 

"yeah what is it?" I replied. Naw, it can't be, I'm just getting my hopes up. He's probably looking to score some weed off me or hook up with some girl I know. 



"i just wanna ask you what your opinion is on guys liking other guys cause after high school i realized that id like to try something with a dude. senior year you kinda gave me a vibe that made me think you liked guys, im not gonna lie i thought you were pretty good looking and i was wondering if you wanna experiment and mess around some time. i hope im right i got a feeling that i am, but if you arent into that plz dont tell anyone about this...i think i can trust you." 

For a few seconds I just stared at the screen, mouth agape. I was stunned. No, fuck no, this could not be real. Dozens of emotions flooded my head at once. It's just a trick. The fucking jock is trying to out you. Blackmail you. Who the fuck knows? He doesn't like guys though, that's for sure. 



"naw im not into guys srry man," I typed in. I prepared to hit the enter key—but I did not. The blatant lie typed into the message box stared back at me through the screen. Grow some balls, Billy. Tell the truth for once in your life. You want this. He's 18 or 19 by now, it is okay. Aw, fuck it! I highlighted the bullshit message and erased it. I knew I was taking a risk, and my heart pounded at the thought of what I was now going to write. My hands nearly shook as I typed. 



"HOLY SHIT i never knew you were curious like that or i wouldve talked to you a long time...yeah, I guess you could say im bi." I hit send and waited for his reply. Seconds ticked by. I could actually hear my heart beating hard against my chest. Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump. 

"WOOO haha yeee i knew i was right about you!!!" came Cam's reply. "Soooo...what did you think of me? like in school? cause i think youre wicked hot." He ended the message with a little winking emoticon. 

YES YES YES YES was the only thing going through my mind at that moment. 

"wow i cant believe you think that...im not even close to being as good looking as you. You were the hottest guy in our school by far." 

"yeah thx," Cam replied. "but still youre pretty hot yourself. I dont know if this is creepy but i used to beat off to your pics a lot."

Cam...the hottest guy I know, the great football stud...beat off to pics of me? 

"not creepy at all man," I told him. "truth is i got off to all those shirtless pics of you on Facebook."

"YOU DID?!?!" came his reply. "well i guess its pretty obvious we are attracted to each other lol. Wanna come over for awhile? i got the whole house to myself for the next few days. i live at 50 Summer in case you need to know...theres so much shit I wanna do with you."

Yeah...like doing me. 

"could I come over now?" I asked. 

"yeah!" he replied back without hesitation. 

"sweeeeet." I typed. "im on my way." Lurching up from my seat, I ran to the bathroom mirror to get ready. I brushed my teeth thoroughly and made sure my hair looked okay—I was more nervous than I had ever been about my appearance. When I finished getting ready, I ran outside and jumped into my car. 

Cam was there to open the front door when I arrived. He had not changed much in almost a year, and he looked delicious standing there in a tight muscle shirt and basketball shorts. 

"Hey what's up," I said awkwardly. 

"Hey man," the stud replied. I stepped inside, and Cam shut the door behind me. I noticed that one of his hands was stuck down into his shorts. "Lookin' good Billy," he said with a grin, his perfect white teeth flashing. 

"Yeah, you're still wicked tall," I said stupidly. Cam didn't seem to pick up on the awkwardness of the comment. 

"Well, not if I bend down." He leaned his head toward me, and just like that, we were making out furiously in his hallway. I had kissed a few other guys before, and plenty of girls before that, but none of them compared to the lip lock with the tall boy. Cam was a masterful kisser. He knew just how to position his lips for maximum pleasure, and his tongue moved around in my mouth with frantic activity. His hands were in motion as well, moving along my back and down to my ass. I could feel his large hard boner through his basketball shorts, and I'm sure he felt mine as well. At long last, we broke apart. 

"Let's go upstairs," he said quietly, as if someone else might hear. I followed him eagerly to what must have been his parents' room. A large king-sized bed sat beneath a curtained window. The condoms and bottle of lube on the nightstand did not escape my attention. With his strong arms, Cam shoved me onto the bed and straddled me. We made out some more, but before long the clothes started to come off. 

"It's getting hot in here," Cam declared. "I don't think we really need these clothes anymore."

"Yeah, you're right," I agreed, still breathing hard from the intensity of the kissing. Cam ripped off his shirt to reveal his muscled athletic torso. In person, it looked ten times as good. We both pulled off all our clothes until just our underwear remained. Cam's boxer briefs had the biggest bulge that I had ever seen—I knew that my own seven inches would seem puny by comparison. 

"You first," I told him. I was practically drooling at the idea of looking at his cock, let alone sucking it. 

"Sure, but how about you take these boxers off for me," the stud shot back. I badly wanted to take that penis into my mouth right away, but first, I wanted to worship his ripped body with my lips. I approached Cam and started kissing his neck, working my way down to his arms. 

"First, flex your whole body for me," I told him. Cam tightened his arms, chest, and abs, the big muscles popping out. 

"You like that?" Cam asked me. 

"Yeah I fucking love it, you're so fucking hot." I replied. It was the truth—his body was the definition of perfection. I worked my tongue and lips over one of his huge, rock-solid biceps. I then moved down to his pecs, where I sucked and played with his nipples. I ran my fingers through the grooves of his tight, defined abs, kissing each and every muscle of his perfect six-pack. When I got to his boxers, I reached into the garment and felt his dick. With one fluid motion, I pulled down his underwear, and ten inches of hard man meant swung out in front of me. It was truly a beautiful sight to behold. A very light patch of blonde hair clung to the base area of his cock, and his big balls appeared to be freshly shaven. The penis itself looked quite welcoming, a very smooth shaft topped by a fat, light pink cockhead. 

"You've got the biggest dick I've ever seen," I informed him, as if he didn't already know. 

"Ohhh, so you like my big cock?" he questioned playfully. "How about you suck it."

I took Cam's gigantic tool into my hand and began licking the underside. I teased the huge mushroom head with the tip of my tongue, licking up the little spots of precum dribbling out. Working my way down to his big, low-hanging balls, I took turns gently sucking on each shaved nut. The whole time Cam moaned softly, the foreplay clearly turning him on big time. It wasn't long before he was begging me to go down on him all the way. 

"Billy, please, just suck my cock already!" he pleaded. 

Gripping his dick at the base, I wrapped my lips around him and moved up and down the shaft, sucking as hard as I could. 

"GAHH that feels so fucking good!" Cam exclaimed, throwing his head back in pleasure. 

There was no way that I could take all ten inches of him, but I still managed to swallow a good six or seven. In short time, Cam had his hand on the back of my head and was bucking his hips into me, literally fucking my face. My own dick was rock-solid just from the thought that I was giving this boy so much pleasure. 

After a few minutes we moved to a sixty-nine position. I was sucking his big dick when I suddenly felt his warm, soft lips engulf my own cock. I moaned loudly though the meat in my mouth. 

"MMMMMMM," came my muffled reply. It was truly an effort to keep from coming at that moment. I distracted myself by sucking even harder on Cam's cock, but the feeling of him blowing me was way too hot. 

"Cam," I said, taking my mouth off his big tool, "you think I could get a look at your ass? I haven't even gotten to see it yet." 

Cam took one last deep suck, removing my cock from his mouth with a loud pop. "Yeah, sure," he answered, getting onto his hands and knees and sticking his ass in the air. "You like my butt?" 

I didn't like his butt—I loved it. Cam's ass was a work of art, a big round rump that had just the right amount of muscle. It was a bubble butt for sure, protruding nicely from the rest of his body, but it was not too large. I put a hand to his butt and squeezed one of his freshly shaven cheeks. God what an ass. 

"You ever eat an ass before?" he asked me. 

"No," I replied truthfully. But then again no one else had one as juicy as yours. "But there's a first time for everything." I gave his ass a few good kisses, and without another word, I parted his cheeks and dove in. Forcing my tongue in as deep as it would go, I ate out Cam's sweet pink hole like it was candy. Cam squirmed around wildly, moaning and sighing loudly as my tongue found every crack and crevice. I reached around and started jerking him off, but I stopped as soon as I felt his balls start to tighten. You aren't coming yet, baby. 

I stood back from his asshole and admired my wet handiwork. "How about you return the favor now?" I suggested. 

"Sure thing man," he replied eagerly. "Show me your ass." 

Now it was my turn to be eaten. At first Cam probed hesitantly with his tongue, but soon he was working my hole just as well as I had worked him. I buried my face into the sheets, almost writhing in pleasure. Nobody had ever rimmed me before, and the sensations that I felt were fucking amazing. As the pretty boy ate me out, I began to feel a tingling in my ass, a need for something more. I knew then that it was time for me to be fucked in the ass for the first time. The notion of his mammoth cock up my ass both terrified and excited me. 

"Cam," I declared decisively, "I want you inside me so bad."

The stud looked up from his ass meal. "You sure?" he replied with a cute smile. "You think you can handle me?" 

"Fuck yeah. You got lube and condoms over there...use them." I stayed where I was on the bed, my ass in the air. I heard a bottle open, and soon I felt Cam's lubed fingers poking around my butthole. He worked in a few fingers to warm me up a bit, but I could not stand waiting much longer. 

"Put your cock in me," I commanded. I looked around and saw Cam's face shining with excitement. 

"I've wanted your ass for so long," he said. He slapped his big tool on my ass a few times and followed up by rubbing his cock up and down my ass crack. Before long I could feel Cam's fat cockhead pressing against my asshole, his swollen mushroom trying to stretch my sphincter muscle open. My heart thumped furiously in anticipation, just waiting for the moment when this big football stud would pop my cherry. I took in a deep breath and relaxed my butt slightly, trying to make it easier for him to enter me. When his big cockhead finally popped into my ass, I let out a gasp. 

"Oh shit...." I moaned. 

For a second, Cam just allowed the tip of his dick to sit inside of my ass. Then, very slowly, he began pushing his ramrod deeper into my butthole.

"Your ass is so fucking tight," Cam said as his cock passed the halfway mark. Since it was my first time taking it, I was certain that all ten inches of his manhood would not fit. By the time his dick was two-thirds of the way into my ass, I was already whimpering in a combination of pleasure and pain. But even so, once my asshole adjusted to Cam's enormous tool, I wanted more. I hungered for his dick. 

"Keep pushing into me," I panted. "I want you in me all the way." 

A few moments later, Cam's ripped torso found my butt cheeks—he was balls deep inside of me. He took a hold of my hips and began to thrust in and out, taking care to go slowly at first. Despite his sluggish pace, it hurt like fucking hell—but at the same time, I felt like I needed more. After a few minutes of his slow fucking, I felt I was ready for something a little more intense. . 

"Enough of this slow shit," I told him. "I want you to fucking pound me." 

Cam obeyed fervently, accelerating the thrust of his cock. At first it was so painful that my eyes began to water. I almost tore away from him out of pain, but I knew that I had to hang in there. Within a few moments, the pain subsided to be replaced by pleasure once again. 

"Harder!" I yelled at him. "Fuck me HARDER!" 

The big dick in my ass began to pound harder and faster. Cam grabbed my waist firmly with his large hands, and pretty soon he was putting the full force of his body behind every thrust. The noise of his loud grunting and my sharp moaning mixed together along with the sound of flesh slapping against flesh. Tears streamed down my face, but the pleasure that I was feeling was more intense than anything I could have imagined. I was mad with ecstasy as the big hockey stud totally dominated me. 

"Oh Cam, oh God you're so big!" I yelled. I felt lightheaded and drunker than I had ever been, high off of Cam's powerful fucking. His tool rammed me so hard and deep that I thought that my ass might split in two, but I did not want the sex to stop. I couldn't have the sex stop. The monstrous dick inside my ass, the big sweaty balls bouncing around off my butt—it was pure fucking pleasure. But pretty soon, Cam was close to coming. 

"Oh God, oh God, oh God," Cam repeated, his thrusts growing slower and sloppier. 

"Pull out and cum in my mouth," I told him. 

Cam yanked his cock out and tore off the condom. I spun around and positioned my face in front of his beautiful dick, readying myself for a shower of his cum. Cam stroked his cock fast, moaning in such shallow tones that I thought he might hyperventilate. It only took a few seconds for the release. Cam loudly sucked in his breath as a stream of cum sprouted from his fuck stick and into my mouth. I put my lips around his dick and sucked as spurt after spurt of semen hit the back of my throat with a force that I did not believe possible. Cam fired off a vast volley of cum, filling my mouth with his sticky man juice. 

"Your cum tastes like strawberries," I said through a mouthful of his cream. I licked around my lips and swallowed his entire load. 

"Yeah, I had some earlier," Cam replied with a wide grin, his pure white teeth gleaming in the light. He bent down and kissed me hard. I groped at his cock, finding it still stiff. 

"How the fuck are you still hard?" I asked, surprised that he could still get it up after such a titanic orgasm. 

"Dude...I feel like...I could go...for a few more rounds," Cam replied in between kisses. 

"I haven't even come yet," I said, rubbing my raging boner against the naked flesh of his muscled thigh. 

"Well, we should fix that," the big stud declared. His dark blue eyes bored deep into my own. "You wanna fuck me?" 

I stared at him dumbfounded. Was this muscle boy really willing to part his ass cheeks and take a dick up his bubble butt? My dick? My throat tightened, and for a second I couldn't even make a sound. 

"Yeah," I squeaked. "Fuck yeah." 

"Let's do it then," he said, tossing me a condom and the bottle of lube. Fumbling slightly, I slipped the condom over my throbbing dick and lubed up. I squeezed out a generous amount of lube onto my fingers and positioned myself behind Cam on the bed. His beautiful bubble butt just stuck out there, waiting for my dick to penetrate it. I smeared a glob of lube onto his puckered pink hole and stuck in a finger. God what a tight ass.  Soon I worked in a second finger and lubed up his hole nice and good. 

"Just fuck me already Billy," Cam commanded. "I want you inside me NOW." 

I did not have to be told twice. I grabbed Cam's waist and placed my dick against his hole. My cock was throbbing so hard that I felt as though my heart was down there instead of in my chest. I added more pressure, willing my penis into his asshole. I kneaded the flesh of his muscular bubble butt with my hands, savoring every moment of anticipation. At long last, my dick slid past Cam's tight ring, and just like that, I was inside of him. Cam whimpered slightly at the moment of penetration, his beautiful big back muscles tensing up. I stood still for a moment in complete disbelief. I can't possibly be doing this right now. But I was—I was fucking this pretty stud. I pushed in a little deeper, the warmth of his soft, tight asshole engulfing my dick. Nothing, and I mean nothing, ever felt so perfect. I bent over the tall boy to kiss his neck and suck on his ear. 




Fantasy Fulfilled



"It's so fucking nice being in you," I told him. Of course I could not see the expression on Cam's face, but his soft moans of pleasure told me that he was enjoying the experience. I slid in and out slowly so he could get used to the feeling of my cock in his ass, but I knew that it could not last. I needed to fuck his brains out. 

"You ready for me to really pound you?" I asked him. 

"Yeah, what the fuck have you been waiting for? Fuck me dude." 

And fuck him I did. Now it was my turn to slam into his ass, and I pounded the blonde boy hard and fast. Cam was moaning even louder now. He gripped the bedposts hard, his knuckles almost white. With one hand, I reached around and began jerking his big dick. 

"Harder, fuck me harder!" Cam yelled. 

Damn, this wasn't hard enough? I put both hands on his hips, steadying myself so that I could give him what he wanted—and what I craved as well. I pulled my cock from Cam's ass almost all the way, then slammed back into him as hard I could. 

"ARGHH!" Cam cried in a combination of pain and pleasure. "Keep doing that, keep doing that, faster faster!" 

I fucked that bubble butt with a vengeance, my ball sack flailing wildly. I grunted noisily as I plunged into his ass, his muscular butt cheeks rippling with every thrust from my hips. Once again the sweet sound of two boys having wild sex filled the room. Both of us were moaning loudly, yelling almost. 

"Oh Billy, oh Billy, fuck me, oh fuck me, FUCK ME!" Cam whimpered. 

Before long, the effort of pounding him was soaking my bangs with sweat. My thighs were nearly shaking from the exercise, and naturally I was struggling not to come. I quickly pulled out of him, preparing to fuck him in another position. 

"Let me fuck you on your back, I wanna see your face," I said. 

The big stud flopped over onto his back, breathing heavily. I laid down on the bed beside him and lifted one of his long legs across my body. Using my hands, I guided my dick back to his ass and pierced his pink pleasure hole for a second time. From here, I got a nice view of his ripped abs and pecs. Cam's eyes were closed, but the expression on his beautiful face was one of priceless delight. 

"Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit," he repeated over and over. 

I fucked his ass while he stroked his big cock, our sweaty bodies pressed together. I began kissing the nearest nipple, which elicited intensified sighing from Cam. After a few minutes, I felt a large hand on the back of my head. Cam's eyes were open now, and for the first time during that sex session, we were looking at each other full in the face. For a few seconds our gaze met, and I found myself lost in his striking blue eyes. That drove me over the edge. 

"Aw fuck, I think I'm gonna come," I moaned. 

With one fluid motion, I pulled out of Cam's ass and knelt in front of his face. I tore off the condom with one hand while I held him down with the other. He must have known in those moments what I was going to do, and I wasn't sure if he was comfortable with it, but he didn't make any move to resist. I jerked my meat with an animalistic fervor, groaning as I did. God, how badly I wanted to do this. 

The eruption came within seconds. The first spurt of cum shot from my dick and landed just below Cam's eye. Wave after wave of semen followed in the most powerful orgasm I had ever experienced. A feeling of pure, unadulterated pleasure surged through my body. Cam's pretty face was getting absolutely drenched, my cum soaking into his blonde hair and covering his smooth ivory skin. After some 30 seconds of this gut-wrenching climax, I felt Cam's tongue dart out to lick the last few drops of semen from the tip of my cock. His lips parted into a devilish smile, his white teeth glinting. 

"Wow, just wow," was all he could say. A little bit of cum dribbled down his chin. 

I was still breathing too heavily to even manage a reply, so Cam got up and kissed me. We made out for a few more minutes before both of us flopped back, completely spent. 

"I should probably wash this off," Cam said, feeling the sticky plastering on his face. 

"Wanna shower?" I suggested. I was more tired than I ever knew and my asshole stung from his huge cock, but my dick still stirred. Cam flashed his white smile again. 

"Sounds good dude."



Fantasy Fulfilled



I am a 50 year old man and I have always had what society would consider unusual sexual desires. My grandfather was one of the wealthiest men in the USA and as his only male descendant it was incumbent on me to produce heirs - as many as possible. 

So in order to indulge my fantasies and fulfill my duty to produce heirs, on my 21st birthday I began to make painstakingly detailed plans. I had a home built with fifteen bedrooms, an apartment for a nanny adjacent to the bedrooms and another apartment for a housekeeper in one wing of the upstairs. In the other wing was my quarters which consisted of a large master bedroom, attached bath and another attached 'utility' room. 

Then came the next step of my plan. I needed to find a wife who would suit my needs. She would have to be very intelligent and from a family without any discernible mental or physical flaws as she was to be the mother of my progeny. She was to be beautiful, large boned and tall with large breasts and a flat taut stomach.

I consider myself an artist and she was to be my canvas on which to create my masterpiece as I saw fit. I wanted to watch her flat stomach become swollen and stretched and her breasts sagging and full of milk. Her anus gaping and ready for my penis. In other words I wanted her body to be a symbol of all my fantasies fulfilled. 

As I was considered to be a very eligible bachelor it was fairly easy for me to find the perfect candidate. She had come from the west coast to finish her degree and on her graduation day I proposed. I can't say that I felt love for but she was head over heels in love with me.

After our marriage we settled in our home. As there were still only the two of us there was not yet any need for household help. We were alone. I quickly set to work on my project. I explained to her that I had some unusual habits and if she loved me she would accommodate me. She assured me that she loved me and would happily die for me if I asked her to.

Before I became more specific I had her sign a non-disclosure agreement stating that she would be bound by a vow of secrecy should we ever part. It was duly witnessed by my personal physician. I explained that the doctor was there to begin a series of shots that would enable her to become pregnant as soon as possible. Before she had time to process that information he had inserted a needle in her arm and given her her first injection. Then he gave her a second one that was to reduce her anxiety and make her more compliant. 

I told her I was beginning the process of teaching her how to be a good wife. The doctor and I escorted her into the 'utility room' and placed her face down on the table. Her hands and feet were locked in place. I lubricated her anus and began to try and insert my penis in to her virgin ass. My penis is only 8 inches in length but it is away above average in diameter. Even in her zombie-like state she was able to feel pain and this pleased me. I pushed without pity and soon the head popped past the opening. To the chorus of her screams I drove in and out of her tight place until I dumped my load. 

I pulled out and went around to her head and told her to suck it clean. She refused so dried it off myself and told her that for her refusal she would have to be punished. Taking the whip with the leather thongs on the end I proceeded to whip her back and buttocks. With each strike I could feel my arousal increasing and I kept on until I was once again fully erect and she was begging for me to stop and that she would do anything but please stop beating her. I went to her head and she willingly took all of my penis that she could manage and began to suck with frenzied determination. I blew off in her mouth and told her to swallow every drop or she would be whipped again. 

Lesson one over.

Then I took her to the cage in the corner of the room. It was 6 feet by 6 feet by 6 feet had bars on the sides and the top and only a mattress inside for her to lie on. She went in and slumped on the mattress. The doctor applied ointment to her welts and I let her go to sleep. 

The next morning she said that she was going to go home to her parents. I asked how she planned to travel across the continent without any money or clothes as I had removed all her clothes and money and the only way that she would be able to get home was if she hooked her way.

I allowed her out of the cage and I began to caress her flat stomach and big breasts dipping my hand into her cunt. In spite of herself she began to respond. 

As she had just finished her period I did not want to fuck her for another six weeks until the shots had time to take effect but I felt that during this six week period was the time to teach her how to suck cock and I would use anal fucking to have her learn to submit and perhaps even enjoy the pain. 

At least four times a day in that time period I fucked her anally and orally until her ass was a gaping stretched hole and she was able to swallow my full length. She seemed pleased when I told her that she was becoming a really good fuck whore and I was looking forward to making her into real breeding sow. I would look at her flat stomach and imagine how it would look as it stretched to accommodate my heirs inside. 

The time came for her breeding. For three days before I had refrained from fucking her so my bag was ready with a full load of healthy sperm looking for a home. All thoughts and plans that she may have had to practice birth control had long since been abandoned and she responded to my efforts to breed her with gut wrenching climaxes. That, I felt, was all the better as she might be more likely to conceive. 

After a week of four to five breedings a day she tested positive. It was too soon to know if it was a single fetus or as a result of the fertility there might be multiple ones inside her. 

Now it was time for the next step in fulfilling my fantasy. Twice each day I would suck on her tits for about twenty minutes while stimulating them. Soon her breasts enlarged still more and she began to lactate. Many times a day I would suck her dry and she started producing such copious amounts that it was necessary to suck her at midnight and then as soon as we awoke in the morning as well as during the day. 

Usually I would have her lie on top of me with my penis up her cunt while I sucked her. I craved her milk and delighted in looking at her full tits as they bobbed up and down as she walked around. She complained that they were sore but that made me enjoy them more as the fact that I was causing her pain never failed to arouse me. 

Soon her stomach began to swell and all I needed to get a raging erection was to rub my hands over its fullness while imaging the life inside her. 

She later had an ultrasound and the doctor confirmed what I had been hoping. His shots had done the trick - there were triplets in there.

As the months passed her once beautiful body became swollen beyond belief. The skin on her stomach was stretched as tight as a drum and above that lay two huge milk-filled tits. Just looking at my masterpiece gave me pleasure and I knew that this was just a work in progress. It would take years before it was completed but in my mind I could see what it would be like.

In the last months it caused her great pain when I fucked her but the doctor assured me that it would not hurt the babies as log as I was careful not to drive in too hard. So I continued right up to the day before the births. She would not dare deny me as the past months of training had been successful in making her a true submissive. 

During the births she begged for something for the pain but I did not want to be deprived of that ultimate high. The high of knowing she was suffering and watching my sons emerge from her cunt. 

With a blissful smile on her lips he held her babies and she reached for my hand and kissed it thanking me for giving her such a beautiful gift. I told her that it was just the first of many gifts that she would be given. 

The doctor and I discussed what the best plan of action would be so that she would be impregnated as soon as possible again. Her tits were to be allowed to dry up and he would immediately begin a series of modified injections and I was to immediately begin to fuck her again. In a week I was breeding her three times a day and two weeks later we were up to our pre-birth routine of four to five times a day. This caused her great pain as her insides had not had time to recover from the babies' births. And each time she winced with pain I increased the ferocity of my thrusts - driving in and out of her like a pile driver. When I finished ejaculating in her she would smile at me and thank me for using her. 

Comparing the loose sagging skin on her stomach and sagging tits to her pre wedding figure gave me great pleasure - the joy an artist feels as he looks at his work. 

In five weeks she tested positive so I enthusiastically began my efforts to have her milking again and soon she was in production. 

The years passed and she has proven to be an excellent brood sow. Producing singles and multiples without a word of complaint. And milking for at least seven and a half months before each birth.

Now I am fifty years of age I am pleased that she is once again carrying one or, hopefully, a litter. It may be her last but the bedrooms are almost all filled and I have had all my fantasies realized.

We are sitting out on the lawn watching the nanny supervise children as they play. My wife reaches over and timidly touches my hand and says, "My Lord, would you please come into our bedroom - I am feeling a great need to be milked. 

She follows me as I go into the house, up the stairs, and into the bedroom. As she enters she closes and locks the door. She unbuttons her dress and drops it to the floor. I gaze at my masterpiece. It is as close to completion as it will ever be. Her full tits are hanging to her waist and the bags of loose skin on her stomach are beginning to be filled out with another life, or more, inside. She is a true brood sow.

I lie on my back, she mounts me and I start sucking on her tit. When she has been milked I still have not come so I direct her to go into the 'utility room'. She lies face down on the table. It is no longer necessary to restrain her. 

I proceed to whip her and after each stroke she thanks me and asks for more because she believes that it is her fault that I had not come in her as I was milking her. After twenty lashes I have a rigid erection. I mount her and fuck her hard. I unload into her and without direction she struggles to get to my penis and sucks it clean. Then she asks, "My Lord, is there anything else you would like me to do for you?"

I am sure my grandfather would have been proud.



Fantasy Fulfilled



"Daniel."

He was in the kitchen when he heard her call, waiting for the coffee maker.

He went into the living room to find her sitting on the couch, legs crossed, and his eyes were drawn to her thighs, bare and pale and smooth beneath her skirt. Her short skirt. Her very short skirt.

She never wore skirts that short. Unless...

She was looking at him with a very sly smile. "Will you help me with something?" She spread her legs, and--

Oh, God. He felt himself grin. This was his fantasy, the one he'd told her about last week. She wasn't wearing any panties.

God, the look she was giving him--that lustful, hungry glint in her eye always drove him crazy. She raked her nails lightly up her bare thighs, hiking up her skirt even farther, and he felt his cock beginning to grow heavy.

She glanced down at his groin, and looked up again with a self-satisfied smirk, leaning back against the cushions and spreading her thighs wider.

He walked over to the couch, trying to ignore the discomfort of his hardening cock pressing against his tight jeans. Standing over her, he unzipped his jeans and felt instant relief, his erection no longer pushing against the hard denim. Not enough relief, though.

She pressed her hand against the bulge in his boxers, and he groaned softly with the sensation of her hand on his shaft, warm even through the fabric.

"Mm, fuck me, Daniel. Please." Her breathy tone made his dick throb even harder.

He shoved his jeans and boxers down just enough to pull his fully-hard cock out, and he straddled her body, kneeling on the couch cushions.

She welcomed him, her hands on his ass, pulling him closer, and he shuddered as his cock pressed up against her slick, wet warmth.

"You want me?" he asked her, face buried in her sweet-smelling hair, his hands running up and down the smooth skin of her thighs as his cock throbbed insistently. It took every ounce of self-restraint not to push inside her right then. But he wanted to hear her say it first.

"Uhn, God, yes," she said, her voice a groan, a desperate plea. "God, fuck me." She pulled him against her body, tilting her face up to look into his eyes.

He kissed her, his mouth pressing hard against hers, her lips opening to him, and she pushed against him with just as much hunger. Her hands kneaded his ass, her hips grinding against his.

He had to have her now.

He lined the tip of his cock up with her slick entrance, and looking down into her eyes, he pushed himself inside her, feeling her deep groan of satisfaction against his neck as he filled her.

God, she was so warm, so tight around him, and she bucked beneath him, pulling his hips against her body.

He began to move, slowly at first, back and forth, pulling almost out of her and pushing forward again so gently because he knew it drew the sexiest moans out of her, made her body tense up beneath him, made her throw her head back against the cushions. He kissed her exposed throat, the pulse point pounding beneath his lips and his tongue.

He let his hands slip up underneath her skirt, caressed the soft flesh of her hips. God, that was his favourite thing about her body: the fullness of her hips, wide and curvy and sexy and so female.

He felt her buck again, groaning impatiently, and he realised he'd stopped thrusting, too distracted.

Feeling a sudden pressure around his cock, he dug the tips of his fingers into her hips, riding out the sudden burst of pleasure. If he was taking too long she would clench herself around him, her way of teasing him, telling him enough was enough, and she wanted it now.

He thrust into her harder, and she moaned as she pushed forwards to meet him, tilting her hips so that his cock pushed deeper inside her.

As he drove into her he buried his face against her shoulder, inhaling lilac body wash and the deeper, more subtle scent that was her, and no one else. The one that lingered on her pillow, in her clothes, in her hair.

The noises she made were so familiar: the deep, rhythmic exhalation on every downstroke, peaking with a soft moan as he buried himself deep inside her body, and every sound made him want to drive himself into her harder, faster; brought out the raw, animal urge in him to take her, have her, fuck her.

Over, and over, and over, and over; harder, and faster, and deeper.

He could always tell when her climax was close, because her quiet moans took on a higher pitch, became more insistent, like a desperate prayer for release.

It wouldn't be long.

He could hold out this time. He could.

He thrust again, holding himself back; and again, and again, and again...

And she keened softly, finally, her muscles clenching around his cock, buried deep inside her, her breath coming out in a rush. Her whole body tensed beneath him, fingers digging into the flesh of his ass, and he let himself go, let himself come inside her as she clung to him, her body frozen in that moment of sheer pleasure.

He collapsed against her body, panting, and he could feel her chest heaving beneath his own. He eased back just slightly, putting enough of his body weight on his knees so that he wasn't crushing her, and he brushed her tousled hair away from her face, tucked it behind her ear.

She leaned up to kiss him, and he met her lips gently, chaste after the primal lust that had consumed them minutes earlier.

When she pulled back she smiled back at him, her eyes half-hooded with lazy satisfaction, trusting and affectionate.

"Thanks, Catherine. For doing that."

She leaned up and kissed him again, quick and soft, and when she pulled back, there was a warm half-smile on her lips. "My pleasure." 



Fantasy Fulfilled



"What do you think, Ken?" asked my wife, Teresa, modeling her new white linen sundress. 

I had just gotten home from the office and found her in our bedroom dressing for a night out on the town. Our three children were away at summer camp for the next three weeks and we had planned to make the most of it. 

Watching my wife twirl in front of the window I noticed that the sunlight revealed her bra and panties. I said, "I really like the dress, Honey, especially with the light behind you, I can see your underwear."

Teresa's forehead wrinkled with frustration. She looked in the full length mirror on the bedroom wall with a frown. Disappointed she said, "I was afraid of that and my underwear isn't very attractive either. I guess I have to wear something else."

"Don't wear any underwear," I suggested with a wicked grin.

Warily she said, "I can't go out in public without underwear."

"Why not? I thought we were going to be a little more adventurous while the kids were away." 

After fifteen years of marriage our sex life had grown routine. We still had sex frequently but the passion had cooled. I supposed that sort of thing just happened over time to married couples. 

She cast a thoughtful look at the mirror then pulled the dress off. Unhooking the workhorse bra that held her big 38Ds in place she peeled it off and tossed it on the bed. Next, she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her white granny panties and pushed them down her legs. Stepping out of the panties she placed her toe in a leg hole and kicked it towards the bed. 

I watched her panties sail through the air with the intensity of a rabid baseball fan watching a fly ball head for the centerfield fence. Snatching the panties in midair I brought them to my face and deeply inhaled my wife's aroma. My cock hardened instantly.

"Why do men do that?" asked my wife with a bewildered look.

Beaming I said, "Men just love the scent of a woman,it's intoxicating."

"Whatever," she giggled.

I studied my wife's nude frame. I was pleased that she had kept herself in such good shape, she was just ten or twelve pounds heavier today than the day we married fifteen years ago, not bad after three kids. Noticing that her nipples had hardened in the cool air conditioned room I mused that most of her weight gain was to be found in her bodacious breasts. My eyes traversed down between her thighs where the neatly trimmed pubic hair was just a shade darker than the natural blonde hair on her head.

Teresa slid back into the dress and smoothed it out while scrutinizing her reflection in the mirror. She pushed her breasts up then let them fall back into place. Her blue eyes glimmered quizzically but her voice was sulky as she reported, "My nipples show."

"So what? They're covered. They don't have to be completely concealed. I think you look sexy."

She shrugged and stepped in front of the window to get the backlight effect again. With trepidation she asked, "Can you see my muff?"

With a broad smile I said, "Your pussy is covered just not concealed."

"I can't go out like this," she huffed flustered and began to strip out of her dress again.

Pulling her into an embrace I kissed her excitedly. Irritated, she pushed against my chest breaking away from me. She scolded, "Ken, are you crazy? I need to find something to wear."

"Just crazy about you," I retorted then insisted, "Wear this dress." Pointing to the obvious bulge in my trousers I added, "It really turns me on and you look incredibly hot in it."

"But it shows everything."

"So be daring. Be adventurous. You look so hot, Honey."

Teresa looked in the mirror again then turned to get a rear view. She shot me a naughty grin and said, "I do like this dress but I'm not willing to get arrested for public indecency."

She went to her chest-of-drawers and searched her panty drawer for several minutes finally she pulled out a white thong and exclaimed, "Voilà!"

"I hope it still fits," she said stepping into the thong and pulling it up. After it was in place Teresa dropped the skirt of her dress. Stepping back into the sunlight she asked, "How's that?"

"Even sexier," I admitted nodding my head.

She smiled. "It's always sexy to leave a little to the imagination. Let's go."

We headed across town to Bob's Bar and Grill. During the summer, Bob opened a beer garden in the vacant lot next to his establishment. On Friday and Saturday nights a local band would entertain the crowd. The ready-for-the-weekend party was underway when we arrived.

Teresa paused at the entrance of the beer garden allowing the setting sun to penetrate her white dress. Her thong and bare butt cheeks were clearly visible beneath the flimsy material. She looked over her shoulder at me with a flirtatious gleam in her eyes. Locating an empty bar height table with high chairs, she led the way while I hobbled behind her with a hard cock.

"Baby, have I told you what a great ass you have?" I asked watching her slide her beautiful butt up into the seat of the tall chair. 

She giggled, "Not lately but, I'm glad you do."

Under the table I adjusted my cock to a more comfortable position. I couldn't believe how hard I had gotten just watching my wife walk. The waitress brought the beers we had ordered in chilled mugs and we tapped them together in a celebratory clink. I said, "Baby, you look so hot, I love you so much."

She smiled sensuously. "I love you too, Ken. Thanks for taking me out."

The band began to play, Teresa led me out onto the crowded dance floor. While she gyrated sexily around me, I subtlety shuffled my feet back in forth almost in time with the music. Teresa's big boobs bounced delightfully to the beat of the drum while her ass wiggled wantonly to the rhythm of the guitar. Enamored she giggled joyfully.

I had so much blood rushing from my brain to my cock I was surprised I hadn't grown dizzy. Thankfully, the band played a slow song and I wrapped my arms around Teresa's waist. I pulled her tight against me crushing her large breasts into my chest as she rested her head on my shoulder. My cock stood at rigid and rubbed against her. I was pleasantly surprised when she pushed her pelvis back into my hardness. The song ended and we looked lovingly into each other's eyes as we applauded.

The waitress had returned with two full fresh mugs of beer when we returned from the dance floor. We sat down and drank them heartily enjoying the refreshing taste on the humid night. My wife bobbed her blonde head to the beat of the music as she sipped her beer. Suddenly, her face broke into a wide smile as her eager eyes focused on someone approaching from behind me. 

An extremely handsome young man made his way to our table with broad smile on his face. His yellow hair was bleached from the sun to a buttermilk blonde. It not only made his deep tan look that much darker but served to highlight the surfer's necklace made from white seashell chips around his neck. He wore a blue tank top that matched his blue eyes and jeans so tight you could tell he was well hung. For a young man he had a deep voice that resonated confidence as he introduce himself, his name was Leo, and he asked me if he could dance with Teresa.

I peered at my wife who was surveying the statuesque young man with gleaming eyes. Shrugging I said it was up to her.

Leo's smile grew more dazzling. With self-assurance that bordered on cockiness he held out his hand for Teresa to take. He winked at me as Teresa took it and led him towards the dance floor. Once again the setting sun got behind her and put her female form on full display. Exuding licentious sexuality she put a little extra wiggle into her walk to capture Leo's attention.

Out on the dance floor Leo let Teresa set the pace. He was a smooth operator he shuffled in time to the music in an unadventurous dance that had enough rhythm in it to make him look cool.

When Teresa moved closer to him wiggling her hips Leo boldly put his hand on her waist, surprising me, she let him keep it there. She put her hands on Leo's hips allowing their pelvic areas to come closer together. Moving her hips in a circular motion she ground her pelvic into Leo while he thrust his hips forward and mimicked her circular motion so their pelvic regions never separated for the duration of the song.

Biting my lip as a jealous pang punched my gut I looked for a long moment into my wife's face as she danced with Leo. It was flushed with excitement and she was giddy from his attention. As the song changed its tempo Leo changed his moves gliding and sliding in time to the music's rhythm. He moved his hips to the beat of the song and his hands were in constant motion touching Teresa's body but not inappropriately.

"My wife might dance with you, Leo, my man," I said out loud, "but, she's going home with me." Guzzling my beer I emptied the mug in a single swig.

A slow song played and Teresa wrapped her arms around Leo's neck as his arms encircled her waist. I bit my lip noting that she did nothing to stop the progress of his hands sliding from her waist to her ass. The dance floor was so crowded they could only stand and sway to the music. Unkind thoughts raced to my mind as I watched his hands squeeze my wife's buttocks. The song ended and they broke apart to applaud. 

Teresa shook her head when the band began to play again. She was done dancing and Leo graciously accepted that fact. As my wife returned to our table he found another woman with which to dance.

"Is that for me?" Teresa asked pointing to the full beer mug sweating condensation on the table.

Nodding I handed her the beer. "It sure is."

She gulped the beer down thirstily without taking a seat. Placing the empty mug back down on the table she wiped her mouth with back of her hand and said with a husky voice, "How about taking me home and fucking me silly? Honey, I'm so ready to fuck."

We hurried to the parking lot. As soon as we were in the car Teresa threw herself into my arms kissing me. Our tongues wrestled as I fondled her breasts drawing a whimper from her as I gently pinched her nipples. 

I broke our kiss, started the car and pulled out of the parking lot into the busy night time traffic. I weaved through the city streets like a veteran taxi cab driver. Looking at my wife I saw that her face was flushed. I patted her knee asking cynically, "Have a good time dancing with Leo?"

Oncoming headlights caught her expression as it deflated from elated to dejected. She scolded, "You're jealous of Leo? I know he got a bit flirty but, there's nothing to be jealous about. To be honest it felt good to know that a young guy found me alluring. But, you're the one I love."

I reached across the seat and pulled her closer to me. "I'm sorry Teresa. I know you love me. You just looked so hot. I just wanted to be in to be the one dancing with you."

"Honey, you're going to get to do more than dance with me, " she said coyly. She slyly pulled the hem of her dress up past her thighs revealing her white thong. Grabbing the waistband she pulled it up until the panty invaded the folds of her cunt creating a camel-toe. Car headlights illuminated her as she ran her middle finger up and down her slit. Huskily she asked, "Honey,is this where you want to put your hard cock?"

"Yeah, Baby," I babbled straining to look into her lap.

An irate driver honked as our car veered in his direction. I swore and hurriedly adjusted course. I split my attention between the traffic and my wife as she continued running her finger up and down her slit. She baited me, "This is where I want you to put your cock, Honey."

"Teresa you're driving me insane," I groaned.

Reaching into my lap Teresa squeezed my cock through my trousers and offered, "Oh my, Ken, you haven't been this hard since our honeymoon. I can't wait to get this big thing inside me."

"I can't wait either," I choked.

"Maybe, you don't have to," she cooed unzipping my trousers and fishing out my cock. She licked her palm then clutched my cock and slowly stroked my hard shaft. She smiled as I moaned and asked, ""Does that feel better?"

"Uh-huh," I hissed once again steering back into my own lane.

With her free hand she pulled aside the saturated material of her thong and slipped her middle finger into her soggy slit. She pressed her palm against her agitated clitoris. Her voice was thick and trembled with lust as she said, "I'm so wet. I'm in need of your hard cock, Honey."

I slowed the car in front of our house and pushed the garage door opener. Pulling into the garage I hit the button again to close the overhead door. The car's interior light blinded me when my wife opened her door and stepped out. I put my cock back in my trousers and got out of the car.

Teresa practically sprinted around the front of the car and met me between the headlights. She unzipped her dress and threw it aside then hopped on the hood of the car. Lying with her back on warm hood she panted, "Fuck me...fuck me right here...right now."

"Baby, you're so beautiful," I said, my voice trembled with a husky heat. I pulled her thong down her quivering thighs then stood between her spread legs. I unzipped my trousers, pulled out my cock and stabbed it into her sizzling snatch. With a single thrust I packed myself completely into her cunt. I groaned, "Your pussy feels so good, Baby."

"Cock...big...hard...good," she stuttered enthusiastically. Her eyes widened as her pussy convulsed around my cock in abrupt climax. Closing her eyes she wailed in release, "Ahhhhh!"

My wife's cunt squeezed my cock like it was a velvety vice. I curled my toes and fought my own urge to cum. I rasped, "Teresa, my love, your pussy is so receptive."

Only half-recovered she muttered with urgency, "Fuck me, Honey. Fuck me hard."

With that kind of encouragement I pummeled her pussy to a pleasurable pulp. With animal-like lust I set a frantic pace that made her breasts bounce around her torso in time to my thrusting. 

"Ah," bleated Teresa with each powerful thrust of my cock. It brought contact between my pubic bone and her exposed clit. Each connection sent an electrical charge of pleasure surging through her body. 

Approaching orgasm I buried my cock into her pussy. I looked deeply into my wife's eyes as my bloated balls contracted and blasted their load. I groaned, "Cumming!"

"Fill my pussy," Teresa encouraged, "fill my pussy with your cum, Honey."

Spent, I practically fell on top of my wife. Once I recovered I pushed myself up off of her. I helped her slip off the car hood and she stood on wobbly legs. Playfully I patted her bare ass then handed her clothes to her. I declared, ""I love you Teresa. I love you so much."

"I love you too, Honey. Let's go fuck in the shower," she suggested with an impish grin.

We raced through the house without turning on the lights up. Her buttocks jiggled as she stomped up the stairs. Grabbing her I sucked a hickey on her butt-cheek while she squealed with delight. Breaking free she rushed down the hall giggling. Reaching the shower door first she stuck her tongue out at me like a kid who just tagged home base. 

Warm water darkened her blonde hair to match her pubs. Water beaded on her luscious breasts and streamed down her belly to disappear between her thighs. She kissed me passionately her tongue exploring my mouth. Turning she grasped the shower head and rising up on her tip-toes she looked over her shoulder and said, "Ready to fuck me again, Honey?"

"I sure am," I groaned penetrating her pussy. 

Teresa took the initiative and swiveled her hips rapidly up and down on my hard cock. Changing the rotation of her hips with a giggle she did figure-eights on my cock. Groaning I squeezed her big breasts like they were ripe fruit. 

"Pinch my nipples," she ordered. "Hard, but not too hard." 

I complied and she squealed with pleasure. Thrusting into her urgently I growled and groaned in my own rapture. My hands sled from her breasts down to her hips.I used them to support myself as I leveraged my cock in and out of her.

At the breakneck pace I was going Teresa knew I was going to cum again and soon. She reached between her thighs and diddled her clit with passionate purpose. She chattered confused syllables of lust, "Fuck good... hard cock." 

"I love you, Baby. I love you." I growled. 

She screamed when I penetrated her puckered butthole with my finger clear to my second knuckle. Her pussy convulsed and then erupted with frothy ejaculate which splattered with a wallop on the shower floor. She screamed again this time in ecstasy.

The spasms of her cunt clutched at my cock and sent me over the top. I pushed into her as far as I could and unloaded cum yet again into the depths of her pussy. My cock was buried so far into her that I had actually lifted her off her feet by my cock. With her quim quivering and quaking around my spewing pecker I shook my head from side to side as a kaleidoscope of lights shot through my brain with dizzying delight.

I woke Teresa up the next morning with breakfast in bed. "Get up Sleepy-head, it's almost eleven." I put the tray in her lap and pulled a chair next to the bed. "How are you feeling, Baby?"

"I never slept better and I'm famished." Tucking a blonde strain of hair behind her ear she questioned, "Waffles and soda for breakfast?"

"It's brunch and we're out of coffee," I snickered throwing open the curtains inviting the bright Saturday sunshine to invade the bedroom.

Picking up her fork she said, "I feel a cavity coming on just looking at it."

"Bon appétit," I said sitting down in the chair and picking up my own fork.

As we ate we chatted about last night. Teresa swallowed a bite of waffle and said, "Honey, you were magnificent last night. I haven't had so many orgasms since our honeymoon." Taking a sip of soda she added, "Correct that, I had more orgasms last night, since you were still figuring out how to fuck me correctly on our honeymoon."

"Fuck you," I retorted with a laugh.

"You sure did."

I asked her, "What got into you last night? You were super-horny? Were you fantasying about Leo while I was banging you?"

Teresa stopped chewing and looked at me thoughtfully. Shaking her head she said, "No, I wasn't thinking about Leo while you were fucking me but I have to admit he did get me warmed up." Chuckling she added, "He was grinding his big cock so hard into me I thought I was going to cum right on the dance floor..."

Not expecting that revelation I choked for several seconds on my last bite. I wiped my mouth with my hand then chugged a swig of soda. I grimaced and asserted, "I knew that son-of..." 

"Honey, I'm sorry... I know I let him go a little too far but, I was having such a good time. I was enjoying his attention and the fact I was turning him on...me a mother of three was turning on this young stud. I'm sorry I just got carried away. I stopped dancing with him when I realized I was getting carried away."

Teresa reached for my hand and gave it a sincere and reassuring squeeze before adding, "You know I love you. Are you mad?"

Shaking my head I said, "No, I have to admit I was uncomfortable watching you on the dance floor with Leo but at the same I was glad that you were having such a good time. It was weird, I guess mixed emotions but I knew you'd be going home with me not him and that made me real happy. I love you Teresa."

She leaned over and gave me a kiss that was sweetened with syrup and soda. She smiled and whispered soft and low, "I love, Honey. I love you so much. Thanks for not being angry about last night and allowing me to have a good time."

"I did encourage you to dress risqué. I did challenge you to be more daring and in the end I had a good time too." Cocking an eyebrow I asked, "If you weren't fantasying about Leo then what is your fantasy?"




Fantasy Fulfilled



Teresa looked at me intently and then frowned unsure if she should continue. After a long sigh she shrugged and said, "Well, I think I'd like to try a threesome."

Laughing I sputtered, "That's one of my fantasies too. What woman do you have in mind? Joyce from your gym is real hot."

"Not another woman, Silly, another man," chuckled Teresa coyly. 

Disappointed I said, "Oh. So you want Leo to join us in bed?"

"Maybe, would you be jealous? What do you think about a threesome with a guy not a girl?"

Weaving my hand through my hair I said with a lowered voice, "I hadn't ever thought about sharing you with another man before..."

"You didn't seem jealous last night when I was dancing with --"

With an impatient snort I interrupted, "I wasn't jealous because I knew you'd be going home with me not Leo but, there's a huge difference between dancing and fucking."

"True but, in a threesome you would be an active participate not a passive observer," she countered with her blue eyes sparkling.

"When did adding a guy to our bed become your fantasy?"

With a throaty laugh she squeezed my hand and said, "It's just been in the back of mind for a long time. When I was in college I walked-in on my roommate and two guys. She was sucking her boyfriend's cock while her boyfriend's best friend was fucking her like there was no tomorrow. I'll never forget the ecstatic expression on her face as she was skewered like meat on a rotisserie between those two horny guys, it was one of pure unadulterated sexual bliss."

"Wow," I muttered with a dry mouth.

"Yeah, I know. I asked her about it later and she said that being the center of attention of those two studs drove her to heights of ecstasy she had never felt before and the orgasms she experienced were so intense she actually passed out from the pleasure."

"Wow, why..." my mouth was so dry I had to clear my throat to continue, "why haven't you mentioned this before?"

"I don't know we both have been pretty sexually content, I hadn't thought about it until just now really. I was so worked up last night after you got me to wear such a daring outfit and then with Leo grinding on me. I haven't been so sexually stimulated or satisfied in a long time."

"Baby, inviting someone else, man or woman into our bed is quite a step. We should think --" 

Before I could finish my thought Teresa me to put the breakfast tray over on the dresser. I complied with her request and when I turned around my mouth fell open in surprise. 

My wife had pulled a 7-inch vibrator out of her night stand drawer. It had an enlarged egg shaped head that when focused on the G-spot produced explosive orgasms. Blushing, she shrugged then looked me in the eye and with a voice trembling with excitement she said, "I want to try an experiment. Let's pretend that this is Leo's cock. Drop your robe and come here."

Lying flat on her back she dangled her head over the edge of the bed and twisting the base of the pink plastic phallus she engaged its lowest speed. Then she moved the enlarged head of the vibrator slowly around her nethers, first buzzing her inner thighs then her labia. Increasing the speed of the sex toy she applied various pressures to her clit. It must have felt good because she whimpered, "Uh, uh, uh."

Glancing at me with glassy eyes she beckoned me to the bed and said, "Honey, I'm going to give you the best blowjob ever."

I dropped my robe and it puddled around my feet. My body towered over my wife as she guided my cock into her open mouth. It skimmed along her tongue past her epiglottis and down her gullet. I groaned as she swallowed my entire length enjoying the tightness of her constricted throat and the reverberation of her forced breath against my cock. With a husky voice I choked, "Ahh, that feels so good." 

Teresa moaned her pleasure as I took both her breasts, a breast in each hand and gave them affectionate squeezes. She reached between her spread legs and slipped the enlarged tip of vibrator slowly inside her pussy. Her eyes widen in stunned disbelief as her cunt convulsed around the plastic counterfeit cock in sudden climax. She shut her eyes tight as her body shook. Around my cock she sobbed a muffled wail, "Wah! Wah!"

After a moment of recovery, Teresa simulated sexual intercourse by sliding the sex toy in and out of her slick snatch. She arched her hips up at the fake cock pretending it was Leo's cock fucking her wet pussy. Pushing the vibrator a little deeper into her pussy she located her G-spot with the wide egg-shaped head and groaned her gratification. Quickly, she twisted the base of the vibrator dialing up the intensity of the pulsations that resonated throughout her gushing gash.

I began to thrust my cock in and out of her mouth. Immediately she drove the droning dildo into the depths of her cunt in time to my stabbing cock fucking her face. My bloated balls banged a staccato against her forehead.

Soon enough, the inevitable buildup occurred. My thrusts became quicker and their depth fluctuated from shallow to deep then back to shallow. After a few more passionate thrusts into my wife's mouth, I pulled my cock completely out of it and stroked myself furiously.

"Cum for me, Honey," panted Teresa before completely consuming my balls into her mouth and savagely sucking on them. She diddled her clit with demonic endeavor while the vibrator buzzed against her G-spot until a toe-curling orgasm was delivered. Her climax exploded and she screamed with agonized release, "Yes, Leo, Yes!" 

I hooted as cum shot from my cock and splattered on my wife's massive mammaries. My wife howled again as her quim quivered around the vibrator with yet another climax. There is nothing more wonderful than mutual orgasm. 

But my mind was battered by conflicting emotions, anger and fear wrestled with the fact that our mutual orgasms were the result of my wife pretending her vibrator was Leo's cock, another man's cock. Shaking my head to clear the confusion I recovered and bent down to kiss my wife, she had sat up to receive my affection. I said, "I don't think I have ever cum with such intensity."

"I can tell, Honey, that's a lot of cum." She giggled surveying the amount of finished product produced my lust covering her breasts. A pleased expression colored her face. Rubbing her lower belly she added, "You know I enjoyed myself too. I can't remember the last time I had three orgasms in a row. I think I like being multi-orgasmic."

Later that day when I came home from work I found Teresa in our bedroom posing in front of the mirror trying to take a picture of herself with her smartphone. The flash made her jerk and spoiled the image. Stamping her foot she cursed, "Damn it, not again." 

But it wasn't her activity that made my mouth fall open, it was her attire. She was wearing an ultra-sexy halter neck blue fishnet teddy with a thong back. The fishnet fabric followed every seductive curve and was sheer enough to reveal that my wife had completely shaved her sweet pussy. 

"Whatcha doing?" I asked with a soft shaky voice.

Startled she jumped and in a reflexive gesture she clutched her chest. Her voice reflected her agitation, "Oh it's you." Then calmer she added, "Honey, you scared me."

"Sorry about that but, what are doing?" 

"I'm trying to take a photo of my outfit but the flash keeps blinding me so I ruin the picture." 

"Why are you trying to photograph yourself?"

Twisting her mouth into a sour expression she said, "Don't get mad... I was texting it to Leo."

"Leo?" My voice raised an octave and I crossed my arms over my chest. With a tart tone I asked, "Why are you texting Leo anything let alone a photo of yourself dressed so risqué?"

"I knew you would react this way, that's why I wanted to do it before you got home."

"So now you're sneaking behind my back --"

Shaking her head Teresa tenderly touched my face like a rider calming a colt ready to bolt. With a soothing voice she coaxed, "After the great sex we've had and based on our conversation this morning, I texted Leo to see if he might be interested in getting together again with both of us."

"And how did you get his cell number?" I snapped.

"He put it in my phone last night when we were dancing. You know I can't make this thing work correctly. Anyway, we texted back and forth several times today," Teresa looked at the floor then pursed her lips and confessed, "The texts got flirtier as we went along and Leo got bolder. Anyway, he asked me to text him a naked picture of myself."

I felt my pulse elevate and I seethed through clenched teeth, "And, you were going to do it?"

"No, Silly, I couldn't pose nude for him. I don't him that well yet," Teresa's soothing voice cut through my anger as she caressed my cheek again. "That's why I bought this new teddy."

"Well, it's so sheer you might as well be naked," I spat back incredulously waving my hand at her figure, "I can see right through it and you shaved your pussy for him too."

"Well the photo is for Leo and he mentioned he liked a woman with a shaved pussy. Honey, don't look at me that way. I know you've been trying to get me to shave my snatch for a while. I'm sorry, isn't it enough that I shaved it. I guess I should have said something to you about contacting Leo before I just did it. I was so excited about this morning I just wanted to see if he might be interested in joining us."

Sighing heavily I said, "Baby, I'm just as thrilled with the wonderful sex we've had the in past twenty-four hours. It's been better than our honeymoon. And, I am game for a threesome with a guy if you want to try it. I just don't want to be on the sidelines like some kind of cuckold."

"I'm sorry Honey, I really am," she said smiling then handing me the phone she added, "and since you want to be included, take my picture."

Sighing I took the smartphone from Teresa. With more than a little trepidation I pointed it at her while she struck a seductive pose even puckering her lips. Centering my wife's body in the picture frame I clicked the phone's shutter and handed it back to her.

"You cut off my head, Silly," she observed with a frown.

"I sure did. We don't know what Leo might do with it, you don't want a picture of you in that outfit making the rounds on the Internet do you?"

"You're right, Honey." Teresa smiled broadly at me.

Turning her attention back to the phone she tapped the keyboard. Just before she hit the send button she looked up at me and said, "Just so you know, Honey, I love you very much."

"I love you too," I rasped with emotion as my wife's naughty photo made its way through the ether to Leo. Sitting next to her on the bed I nuzzled her neck. I was about to kiss her when her phone's ringtone sounded. 

"It's Leo." She immediately picked up the phone and answered it. "You're welcome Leo. Glad you like the photo."

While Teresa talked on the phone I blew on her neck and squeezed her large heavy breasts. Her nipples hardened to dagger points and threatened to poke right through the sheer material of her teddy. She gasped into the phone as I teased the rosy bud of her nipple between my fingers. The see-through material did nothing to impend my tongue as I lashed the tip of her nipple with it sending shivers through her body. 

She giggled into the phone, "Nothing's wrong Leo, my husband is just teasing me. Oh, yeah he's right here. Let me put you on speaker."

"Hey, Dude," Leo's voice came through the phone's speaker after Teresa fiddle with a button.

Pulling myself from Teresa's tremendous titties I said, "Hi, Leo."

"Thanks for sharing your wife's photo. She's definitely one hot MILF."

"What's a MILF?" I asked unsure.

Through the speaker Leo said, "You know, Mother I'd Like to Fuck."

"You'd like to fuck me, Leo?" asked my wife before I could object to the younger man's raunchiness. Her voice trembled with excitement.

"I'd love to fuck you. In fact I fucked you so good you'd be walking bow-legged afterwards."

"Leo you better shut --"

Teresa cut me off with a shake of her head. Smiling at me she said to the phone, "That sound's exciting Leo. My husband and I were just talking about asking you to join us in bed."

"A threesome with a dude? I don't about that..." 

In that moment I knew Leo was more interested in cuckolding me than in a threesome. I started to object but Teresa glared at me so I kept silent.

Reaching into her nightstand and extracting her vibrator Teresa said, "Leo, I want to try an experiment. Pull up my picture on your phone and take out your cock." Looking at me my wife suggested, "Why don't you get my pussy ready to fuck, Honey?" 

Dazed by my wife's uncharacteristic sexual aggressiveness I dropped to my knees in front of her. Reaching between her thighs I pulled the sheer material from her crotch as she raised her hips. The teddy clung to her wet cunt. With a jerk it came loose exposing her pretty pussy. Her labia glistened from a mixture of baby oil and her own excitement. She was giving Leo a play-by-play of what I was doing to her and instructing him not to beat off yet.

I spread Teresa's legs revealing the wonders of her pussy. Inhaling her aroma I buried my face between her open legs. I heard her moan as I probed her drenched interior with my tongue. I glanced up at her and caught her tugging her hard nipples. I worked a finger into her soaked snatch and soon the room was filled with the wet swooshing sound of my digit machine-gunning in and out of her cunt for Leo's audio pleasure. 

"Feels good...Honey...feels so good," she mumbled in ecstasy.

I knew she was getting close to orgasm so I trailed my tongue through her slit passing wetly over her taint. I found her anus and teased it with light feather-like flicks of my tongue. Suddenly I jammed my thumb up her asshole. Hearing Teresa groan a protest I gently bite her clit. The sudden pleasure of pain pushed her over the top and she orgasm. 

"Pussy....cum...pussy...cum!" Teresa wailed as she slapped her thighs together trapping my head between them. Her cunt contracted so hard around my finger I thought she might break it. After recovering she released my head I looked up at my wife from between her legs. She returned my gaze and mouthed a silent, "Thank you." 

"Wow!" Leo's unnaturally flat voice came through the speaker.

"Yeah, I know. My husband has a talented tongue. I'm ready to fuck now." Teresa responded as she scooted into my lap her back to my belly. She grabbed my hard cock and pointed it at her butthole well lubricated with my slobber and the excitement that had leaked from her cunt. She spoke at the phone, "I'm taking Ken's cock up ass leaving my pussy for you, Leo."

He groaned and the tell-tale sounds of smacking flesh announced he was pleasuring himself.

"Not yet, Leo, not yet, my Lover, I'll tell you when," Teresa dictated.

As the head of my cock penetrated her ass Teresa grimaced and clutched my arms. Hissing like a steam engine she slowly sank down on my hard cock until she was fully impaled upon it. Once the pain was replaced with pleasure my wife told Leo it was like seating on a fence post.

"Your ass is so tight...Babe...feels so....so good." I stuttered with a husky voice. A familiar mechanical buzz echoed from my wife's vibrator. 

A moan of pleasure escaped Teresa as she caressed her nethers with the motorized pink phallus. She buzzed her inner thighs then her labia as she applied various pressures to her pussy. Her arousal built and she relished the powerful sensations surging through her body. She slipped the egg shaped tip of the vibrator slowly inside her pussy. After a moment, she simulated intercourse by sliding the droning dildo in and out of her slick snatch. She huffed, "Now Leo, my Lover, pretend it's my pussy wrapped around your cock not your hand."

I felt the droning dildo's vibrations reverberate against my cock through my wife's innards. I choked with pleasure, "Geez."

"This is so hot," panted Leo through the speaker as he flogged himself.

Soon Teresa located her G-spot with the sex toy and quickly twisted the base of the vibrator dialing up the intensity. Sensuous shockwaves of pleasure raced through her core as the vibrator hummed against one side of her G-spot while my stone hard cock pressed against the other side. She huffed, "I...love...it."

"I love you," I said as I gently but firmly tugged on her nipples while squeezing her breasts.

She diddled her clit with fiendish fervor until orgasm was achieved. Her climax exploded and her cunt contorted and contracted around the humming device still imbedded deep within her. She screamed with agonized release, "Yeessssssssss!" 

"Ahhhhh!" I cried with release. Sent over the top by my wife's orgasm I blasted shotgun like spurts of cum deep into her innards. 

"I'm...cum....cumming," Leo stuttered as he jerked himself.

Teresa pulled the still humming vibrator from her gratified gash. Turning it off she let it drop to the floor with a thud. She grimaced as she got off of my softening cock. She said, "Wow, I had no idea three people could have a mutual orgasm."

"It was definitely a whole new experience of pleasure for me," concurred Leo through the speakerphone.

Teresa whispered overcome with what she just experienced, "That was so beautiful. I'll call you tomorrow Lover. I'm glad you enjoyed our experimental phone threesome."

Hearing the clicks of shutting cellphones I looked into my wife's satisfied face and pulled it to mine. I caressed her lips with a kiss then whispered, "I love you. You are so beautiful when you cum. I love watching you cum."

My suspicions about Leo were confirmed the next day when he contacted Teresa and said he'd love to take her out but he didn't feel like he could participate in a threesome. My wife was somewhat disappointed but suggested that if she went out with Leo alone a couple of times she was sure she could convince him to join us in a three-way. I objected and she let the matter drop for now. I knew Leo had planted an idea in my wife's head and it would only be a matter of time before she acted on it, with or without my permission. I had to find someone else to fulfill her fantasy before irreparable harm was done to our marriage.

Stopping by the tennis club I hoped to burn off some steam and clear my head. I had just changed in the locker room and was tying my shoe when I overheard two men talking on the other side of the lockers. 

The first man said, "How about another match Ted?"

Ted replied, "No way, Hugo. I have to save some energy for the wife."

"I wish I did," sighed Hugo. "I'll see if anyone else is up for a match."

Sticking my head around the corner I spotted the speaker. Sitting on the bench was a man about fifty years old with piercing blue eyes and salt and pepper hair. I said to him, "I'll play you."

After introducing ourselves with handshakes we made our way out to the tennis courts. It took all my effort but I was finally able to beat Hugo three sets to two. I was impressed with his stamina and good sportsmanship so I invited him for drinks after we showered.

Hugo suggested a quiet pub around the corner from the tennis club. Finding a table near the window we watched the evening traffic pick up while we waited for the waitress to bring our drinks. Hugo explained that he was an engineer from Canada. He had married an American woman and settled in the United States about twenty-five years ago.

The waitress returned with our drinks. Hugo raised his glass. "Cheers."

"Cheers," I responded then took sip of my beer. Looking at the older man I said, "You're in great shape. It took every ounce of my energy to beat you and that was after you had already played a full match."

Hugo's blue eyes flickered with sadness as he responded, "I have a lot of energy these days. Ever since my wife's hit menopause she's had zero interest in sex. I don't want the emotional baggage of an affair and I sure don't want any diseases from a pro. So, I beat-off and play tennis."




Fantasy Fulfilled



I chuckled and took a long pull on my beer working up the courage to broach the subject I knew I had invited Hugo out to address. Twisting my lips I couldn't find the words.

"You seem a bit disturbed Ken. Is something wrong?" asked Hugo.

Shaking my head I shrugged and explained my dilemma. I spent the next twenty minutes disclosing my wife's fantasy and how I felt about it even voicing my fears about Leo. When I was done I boldly asked, "You think you might be interested?"

"Take off," he chuckled, "You'd sexually share your wife with me, why?"

Shrugging I said, "Well, you're married and I think you love your wife as much as I love mine so I don't think you'd try to steal mine from me. You've proved you have a lot of stamina and I saw your big cock in the shower so I think you can give my wife a lot of pleasure."

"Maybe, she won't like me. Maybe she wants a young buck, eh."

I laughed and reassured him, "Teresa will love you. You're a gentleman. Tell you what, why don't we met at the German Grill in the LaSalle Hotel for a late lunch tomorrow, if everyone gets along we can adjourn upstairs. I assume you can take the afternoon off."

"Of course I can, you Hoser, I own the company," Hugo replied with a wide smile.

"Take plenty of Vitamin E then my friend."

After shaking hands we left the pub. I heard Hugo happily whistling as I headed toward my car. I was sure Hugo was a better choice to fulfill Teresa's fantasy than Leo.

After supper Teresa and I sat on the patio drinking wine and watching the sun go down. She had been quite all evening so I knew she had been communicating with Leo. Her cellphone hummed announcing an incoming text. She reached for the cellphone but I grabbed her hand stopping her.

Startled she glared at me with furious eyes.I let her hand go and quietly said, "Please don't. I know its Leo and he's probably been hounding you all day. I'd like to talk to you, so please just turn it off."

Teresa's expression softened. Turning her cell phone completely off she asked, "What's on your mind, Ken?"

"What about a threesome excites you?"

My wife's face split into a big grin, "That's easy, being the center of attention. Having four hands explore and caress my body. I guess being penetrated by two different cocks, one at time and at the same time."

"I understand how you might find that exciting. Now does it have to be Leo or will another do?"

Teresa cocked a suspicious eye at me and asked, "Why? Do you have someone in mind?"

"I did meet someone today that I think you will like."

Sitting back in her chair with a curious expression she took a sip of wine then said, "Tell me about him."

Picking up my smartphone I called up a picture of Hugo that I had taken of him on the tennis court after our match. Showing her the picture I explained who he was and my thoughts about him. Finally I informed her that I had arranged for us to have lunch together tomorrow.

"He is good looking but he's married. I don't want to cause trouble."

"I think there's not much chance of that, his wife may not be interested in sex right now but he still loves her very much. I think he needs some sexual release but without the relationship entanglements of an affair. He won't try to steal you from me, like Leo will."

"You really think Leo would try to do that?" 

Nodding my head I affirmed, "Yes, I do. In fact he is already is making his move by asking you out without me. He wants to cuckold me."

Teresa grabbed my hand and looking into my eyes she said, "I don't want to cuckold you, Ken. If that's Leo's plan then we're done with him. Sex is one thing but your love is more important to me than any fantasy."

"The way we've tiptoed around the edges of your fantasy has made you hornier than ever." I smiled and squeezed her hand, "I think I've come to grips with sharing you with another man but...Let's see where lunch takes us tomorrow."

The next day I got up early and called into work sick. Then I fixed Teresa breakfast in bed. I made her a bowl of oatmeal with sliced strawberries topped with honey for sweetness and a steaming cup of green tea to wash it down. While she ate the aphrodisiac delight I drew her a warm bubble bath. I lit several aromatherapy candles intended to relax and arouse her. 

As soon as she finished breakfast Teresa eased into the soapy water pleased that I was fully committed to making her fantasy a reality. Taking up her razor I said, "I need to shave the stubble from your snatch, Honey. I read somewhere that a freshly shaved vulva has increased sensitivity and therefore increased a woman's pleasure during intercourse."

"Wow," lilted Teresa, "I'm all for increased pleasure."

I helped her sit up on the edge of the tub. I kissed her deeply, briefly darting my tongue into her mouth. I broke our kiss and soaped her crotch. Teresa watched as I carefully and gently scrapped the stubble from her snatch with the sharp razor. Soon her cunt was bald and glistened from her excitement. 

As soon as I was done I liberally applied baby oil to her pussy to prevent razor rash. I slyly inserted an oiled finger into my wife. Gasping she clung to my arm as I teased her with it. I used my palm to push against her clitoris peeking from its hood. I grinned with glee as her body responded to my ministrations. 

"Oh Honey, that feels divine," she cooed.

"You'll love this then," I said spinning her towards me. I parted her legs by pushing her knees apart as I dropped to my own. Soon I was lustfully lapping at her newly denuded pussy while sawing two fingers in and out of her. Clutching the tub to keep from falling back into it she tilted her head back and hissed joyfully. When I sensed she was about to climax I pulled my fingers out of her and stood back up.

Teresa wilted in disappointment and whimpered, "You bastard."

"Now, now, Baby. I want you wet and wanton. Now dry off and come into the bedroom we have more to get you dressed."

Teresa quickly dried off. She padded into the bedroom wrapped in a huge bath towel randy as a sailor just back from sea. After kissing me she sat nude at the dressing table and put on her make-up. While she did that I laid out some very risqué lingerie and hosiery on our bed. 

After she finished her make-up I handed her a black thong. Standing she pulled it up her legs and adjusted the material in her butt in a most unladylike way. Sitting back down on the dressing table's stool I caressed the sheer black stockings up her trembling legs. Before she stood back up I placed her feet into sexy black stiletto heels. She wrapped the black underbust corset around her waist and I clasped for her. The cotton material of her thong clung to her labia producing a camel-toe. She moved to adjust it but I stopped her. She was a picture of wantonness.

"Look at yourself." I commanded and spun around to look in the dressing table mirror. I smiled and told her to run her finger up and down her slit. Strands of blonde hair silhouetted her face.

Teresa did as I said then one better. While she ran her finger up and down her slit highlighting her puffy cunt lips, she twirled a naked nipple between her finger and thumb. She smiled at me in the mirror glassy-eyed.

"Beautiful, just beautiful," I encouraged as I stood behind her. My hot breath on her bare flesh of her neck gave her goose-bumps. I squeezed one of her aroused breasts and gently pinched its nipple. Moaning my wife leaned back against me. I was sure she could feel my erection straining against my trousers and resting in the crack of her ass along with her thong. Reaching behind her, she grasped my hard cock. I slipped a finger from my free hand down the front of her thong and into her gushing gash and began fingering her with passion. Just as she was about to orgasm I stopped and pulled my finger from her gash with an audible pop.

Hanging her head in frustration and seethed, "Bastard... I was about to cum...Fuck you." 

"I want Hugo to see you like this, wanting and wanton," I said handing her the blue mini-dress.

It was after one o'clock when we walked into the LaSalle Hotel. Before heading into the restaurant I booked a room. After dressing my wife so seductively I was going to fuck her whether Hugo joined us or not. The lunch crowd had thinned by the time we walked into the German Grill adjacent to the hotel's lobby. The maître d' led us to our table after informing us that Hugo hadn't arrived yet. After ordering drinks we waited watching the bustling staff.

"Is that him?" asked my wife nodding her head in the direction of restaurant's entrance.

Turning to see I confirmed, "Yes, that's him."

Hugo followed the maître d' to our table with a confident gait. He was wearing khaki slacks with a light blue oxford shirt and a navy blue blazer. As he approached I noticed the approving expression on my wife's face. He gave the maître d' his drink order as he sat down. When I made introductions he took Teresa's hand and kissed it much to her delight.

A waiter took our meal orders and we sipped our drinks and got to know each other while we waited for our food. Teresa noticed Hugo's unusual pinky ring. Boldly taking his hand she asked about it. The ring was understated with a unique pattern of half-circle facets carved into it. 

Hugo glanced down at his hand resting in my wife's hand then looked into her vivacious eyes he explained. "It is called an Iron Ring and it is made from an iron beam from the Quebec Bridge, in my native Canada, which collapsed during its construction in 1907 killing 75 workers due to poor planning and design by the engineers."

"Oh my," whispered Teresa as she scooted to the edge of her seat.

Hugo continued, "The ring is an allegory in itself. It is rough not smooth worn on the pinky of the working hand. The facets are a sharp reminder of the obligation of the engineer as it drags on the writing surface while the engineer is drawing."

Teresa was fascinated and asked, "So do all engineers get one?"

"No," Hugo said with a chuckle, "only those that pledge themselves to the highest professionalism of the profession by taking the Obligation. The ring itself is a symbol that reflects the professional commitment made by the engineer who wears it."

"Gosh," gushed Teresa like a teenybopper. 

Our food arrived and we ate and got to know each other better. Of course Teresa's flirting signaled she found Hugo attractive. After we finished our meal we ordered brandy. Hugo showed us a picture of his wife. His eyes saddened as he explained her sexual difficulties. "I love my wife and have been faithful to her for twenty-five years, but now...."

"You poor man," cooed Teresa shifting in her seat to comfort Hugo. Her move caused her huge breast to rest on his forearm, which blossomed with goose-bumps. No doubt his cock was hard.

Twisting the wedding ring on my finger I tuned out while Teresa and Hugo talked. Time slowed to a crawl as I thought of every worst-case scenario. Do I really want to have my wife sullied by another man? Watching Teresa it was obvious that she fancied him and it's just obvious that he liked her. My chest tightened as Hugo asked me how I can allow another man to soil my wife.

All I could do was blankly look at him, so Teresa explained, "Ken loves me. The idea of threesome is my fantasy. The only way this fantasy can work is when your partner loves you, I mean really loves you. And Ken loves me that much."

Hugo nodded contemplating her answer and after taking a sip of water he asked, "Aren't you worried Ken may leave you after you've been soiled by another?"

"I'm terrified of ruining the fifteen year relationship I have with my husband. I mean, how many relationships have been ruined by making some horny fantasy a reality?"

Hugo agreed then asked, "Then why take the risk?"

"The risk is part of the thrill. Without risk there is no reward."

He smiled and asked, "And, what's the reward of your fantasy threesome?"

"That's easy, mind-blowing orgasms produced by two lovers giving me all their sexual attention. I know my fantasy creates a weird emotional conflict, I think for all of us, including you, Hugo. The only way to test my fantasy is to go up upstairs, if we don't do it now, I don't think we will."

Biting his lip Hugo contemplated Teresa's words, the moment had arrived.

"Would you like Hugo to join us upstairs?" Teresa asked me.

Still unable to speak as the reality of moment constricted my throat I nodded at her then at Hugo.

Hugo sat for a moment with doubt furrowing his brow as Teresa and I got to our feet. He glanced at her proffered hand then up into her blue eyes simmering with lust. As if surrendering to the inevitable he took her hand and followed us out of the restaurant.

With Hugo in hand, Teresa led us through the busy hotel lobby to the elevators. I glanced over at her wiggling delectable derrière. The elevators were empty but soon filled with the bouquet of my wife's sex scent. As the heady aroma wafted into my nostrils I pulled her into a kiss.

The elevator chimed and the elevator doors lurched opened and we all stepped out. Teresa sauntered down the hall in front of us. She knew we watching her ass wiggle so she gave us a show by putting an extra swing in her step. She giggled as I nervously struggled to get the keycard to work on the room door.

"Damn it," I croaked in frustration.

Teresa took the card from me and lightly pulled it across the lock and it released. She pushed the door open and Hugo and I followed her inside. Stopping in the middle of the room she turned towards us. She unzipped her dress and it fell to the floor. She stood before us in my corset and stockings. Smiling she walked slowly and seductively towards Hugo. Her wet black thong clung sublimely to her saturated snatch in a mesmerizing moose-knuckle. 

I watched Hugo's eyes roam down my wife's body and he licked his lips. Realizing this it, I flopped into a chair subdued while another man ogled my nude wife right in front of me. I sat and watched with an extremely hard cock and mixed emotions.

Teresa wrapped her arms around his neck and alluringly whispered in his ear, "Are you ready for me, Hugo?" 

Silently he nodded and my wife kissed him passionately. Shyly his hands dropped to her bare buttocks and he timidly squeezed them.

Teresa could feel his very erect cock against her thong covered slit. She pushed his blazer off and let it drop onto the floor. Then she unbuttoned his shirt kissing his chest after she undid each button. His shirt joined his jacket on the floor. 

Hugo gently but firmly squeezed my wife's bare breasts above the top of her black corset. He took an erect nipple into his mouth and sucked it. 

"That's it, Hugo," hissed Teresa as she ran her fingers through his salt and pepper hair. 

She dropped to her knees and shot me a naughty smile, a gleam in her eyes communicated the lust she felt for Hugo. Her expression changed as her blue eyes connected to mine conveying a silent message of affectionate intimacy. Gleefully she unzipped his trousers and fished his hard cock out. Her mouth dropped open in surprise as she gaped at the size of his cock, it was huge. She took his monster cock in her hand and studied it for a moment. She was about to kiss its enlarged head when it started shooting cum. Pointing his cock at her tits as rope after rope of jizz splattered white on her skin.

"I'm sorry Teresa, I'm so sorry," choked Hugo his face red with embarrassment.

Teresa smiled up at him. She looked understandingly into his eyes and said with a soothing tone, "It's okay Hugo. Don't be embarrassed. You haven't had sex in a long time. It's okay."

After Hugo put his cock back into his pants he helped Teresa up to her feet. I grabbed a towel from the bathroom and gave it to her to wipe the cum off of her tits.

Teresa sauntered to the bed. Her buttocks jiggled joyously as she ambled silently across the carpet. Glancing over her shoulder she caught my eye and gave me a reassuring grin. Sprawling on the bed she pinched a nipple with one hand and lazily ran a finger from her other hand in her saturated slit. Seductively she cooed, "I'm so wet. I'm in need of cock."

Hugo stripped the rest of his clothes. The huge hotel bed creaked as he climbed on it to join Teresa. His hard monster cock swayed between his legs like a hungry beast on the prowl. He gathered my wife into his arms and held her snugly against his body. He pressed his lips to hers smothering her mouth with a soul caressing kiss. 

The scene was surreal, there was no turning back now, this man I barely knew was now caressing my wife's body. Soon he pulled her panties off and threw them to the bottom of the bed for me to see. They held each other and kissed each other deeply for a while, whispering things to each other which I couldn't hear. 

Teresa kissed him touching him ever so gently, tracing her fingers along his sides and belly. Then I saw her hand reach down searching for his massive manhood, which she stroked and tugged, just like she did to me. 

It was hard-on inducing but at the same time a real torment to watch my wife who touched me so lovingly, happily give the same kind of intimate attention to her new lover. I was aroused and feeling rejected at the same time, even though she wasn't rejecting me, she was doing what I had agreed she could do: explore, experiment, enjoy and to take what she needed from the encounter.

From where I sat I could easily see Teresa's bald labia were engorged with excitement and glistened with anticipation. My wife's body was getting ready to receive a new man, a new cock, and new cum. It was mind-blowing. There were no words to describe what my feelings were at that moment, I don't think there are actually words for it, just a huge boiling cauldron of conflicting emotions and sexual frustrations.

Reaching for one of her big breasts he gently but firmly squeezed it. He smiled as she moaned, appreciating her responsiveness. He kissed her breast before moving to suck its nipple.

She encouraged him to suckle by running her hands through his hair and murmuring, "That's it Lover, that feels so good."

Leaving her heaving breasts Hugo dragged his tongue down Teresa's trembling torso. He teased her by blowing his hot breath over her tummy. Goose bumps arose all over her trunk. He kissed and licked his way down her body until he was between her legs. 

It was pleasure and pain for me to watch my wife be so intimate with this stranger. Watching his fingers slipping into her snatch had me wanting to jump into the mix then and there, but this was not my time. I knew Teresa needed time to discover her new lover so that she could relax more and then, and only then, possibly enjoy an orgasm with him. It was almost unbearable for me and yet, so sexually intense. In a weird way I was a sort of proud of my wife that she had found the confidence to get the sexual satisfaction she desired from more than one man.

Turning her head my direction, to gage my reaction, Teresa spread her legs wide, an open invitation for Hugo. Her eyes widened when he slid two fingers into her simmering snatch. She gasped at the penetration and muttered, "Feels good... Lover...feels good." 

"You're so wet, Teresa," He said looking into her blue eyes and then into her glistening gash.

It was splayed wide before him like a blooming rose and her sex bouquet beckoned him to indulge. He let her excitement build as he lightly brushed his lips over her slit. When she started to strain and bucked her hips upward, he finally put his lips right on top of her pussy and kissed it gently then harder as she moaned her pleasure. He broached her pussy with his tongue and ran it up and down the layers of her flesh while my wife moaned, tangling her fingers into his hair and dragging his face down deeper into her pussy.




Fantasy Fulfilled



When her clit peeked from its hood, he darted his tongue against it, she babbled unintelligibly as her body was racked with pleasure. He used his tongue like a probe. Locating her love button he pressed his tongue into the hood.

Teresa encouraged Hugo, "That...that's...it...that's it."

Hugo slid his wet fingers slowly but firmly as far as they would go into my wife's drooling cunt. It was like dipping his fingers into melted butter, evidence of her excitement streamed down the crack of her ass. He teased her meticulously until his fingers made contact with her G-spot.

"That's the place," Teresa rasped and squirmed on his hand. 

Hugo tapped his fingers against her G-spot with a come hither action that made her clutch the bed sheets. Soon his fingers were rocketing in and out of her cunt with forceful exuberance. 

She whimpered, "Don't stop... please don't stop... don't ever... ever stop."

Gently Hugo pulled Teresa's pussy lips apart with his teeth. Once her clit was exposed he flicked his tongue quickly against it. Her legs thrash against his head as she writhed about the bed. Sensing that she was approaching orgasm Hugo pursed his lips into an O and sucked forcefully on her clit. She lifted her butt off the mattress and wildly bucked her pelvis with the rising wave of climax. Somehow he kept his mouth on her clit and I think he sucked even harder on it. 

"Don't stop, Lover! Lover, don't stop!" 

Satisfied that Teresa was indeed on the verge of climax he lightly bit her clit and savagely shoved his two soaked fingers up her ass. 

My wife arched her back and screamed while her body convulsed with orgasmic gyrations. The bed quivered beneath her as her body quaked on top of it. She cried out with dizzy delight, "Oh my...My pussy...Oh my."

Suddenly, she collapsed into silence on the bed and lay still, gasping for breath. When she came down from her cosmic climatic heights, she opened her eyes. Looking at me through half-open eyelids she feebly smiled. She turned back to Hugo, whose cock danced with desire as he moved up between her still spread legs.

His eyes smoldered with a lustful fire and his chest heaved with excitement. He put his hands behind her knees and pushed them to her breasts as she seized his solid cock and guided into her wet wanton cunt. Slowly he sank his cock into her until his bloated balls rested against her pretty pink pucker. Warranted gratification caused them both to moan. 

"Your cock so big, my pussy so full," she groaned. Clutching his ass she dug her nails into his flesh. Her eyes widen in stunned disbelief as her cunt convulsed around his cock in unexpected climax. She shut her eyes and wailed, "Ahhhh!"

Hugo hissed and fought back his own orgasm as my wife's cunt squeezed his cock like a velvet vice. He huffed, "Teresa, your snatch is so sensitive."

I had moved to the foot of the bed. I found myself jacking off as I watched my wife being taken. It was the most erotic sight I had ever seen. I flogged myself without mercy with one hand while picking my wife's discarded thong with the other. I brought it to my face. Deeply, I inhaled from the gusset and moaned as I got a whiff of her female fragrance. I brought her thong down to my cock just as the first frothy outburst of cum spewed forth. I hissed with welcomed release. I fought to stay upright as spurts of pleasure shot from my cock and filled the thong. Spent I murmured, "Teresa, I love you."

Once Teresa recovered from her sudden orgasm, she demanded, "Fuck me, Hugo, fuck me."

With that kind of encouragement Hugo pummeled her pussy to a pleasurable pulp. He set a fantastic pace that drove waves of ecstasy throughout her body. As he hammered his cock into my wife again and again, her big breasts bounced to and fro like they were directly propelled by his cock. 

She hooted her pleasure, "Oh, oh, oh, oh."

With a lump in my throat I watched mesmerized as Hugo pleasured my wife. Witnessing his cock thrusting into my wife I realized he had a different style than me. Using just the bulbous head of his mammoth cock he delivered many tiny thrusts then he changed to deep strokes of his substantial shaft penetrating her pussy clear to his balls. I could hear Teresa's moans evolve into low groaning that I knew she only made when she was really being pleasured.

Suddenly I was, very aware that it was not me giving her pleasure but him. In my lust, watching this erotic event, I had almost forgotten my worries about losing her. But the fact that another man was giving her the kind of pleasure that I thought only I could give her brought the fear back. As I watched from the base of the bed, seeing the excitement seep from her pussy and run down the crack of her ass, hearing every moan and groan she emitted proved too much. I lost it.

I sobbed. Watching my precious wife as she gave herself so fully to another man when she was pledged to me was a super painful yet extremely arousing experience. The heightened jealousy gave way to the realization of just how much I loved her. I sobbed.

Hugo noticed my distress and stopped fucking Teresa. He asked if I was okay. He wasn't convinced after my less than sincere assurance and suggested that I strip and get into bed next to Teresa, which I did. Subtlety he reprimanded me, "You need to participate not just observe."

"Okay," I sighed. I would never have stopped him fucking Teresa but I was glad he did. I needed a moment for my emotions to settle down. I needed to be included.

Focused on the pleasure Hugo was giving her, Teresa hadn't realized how upset I'd become. She rolled on to her side and looked into my eyes, our eyes locked, she smiled and softly said, "I love you, Ken. I love you."

I lay on the bed next to her, holding her hand. The two of us looked deeply into each other's eyes. Once my panic attack subsided and I was relaxed Hugo climbed back on board.

He left Teresa on her side. He straddled her lower leg and lifted her upper leg onto his shoulder completely opening her pussy to his ginormous cock. He groaned as it entered her gaping gash as I watched fascinated.

The emotional connection between Teresa and me as Hugo fucked her was amazing. Gripping my hard cock she tugged it in time to Hugo's cock thrusting in her pussy. Her moans grew louder as the pleasure pressure built but she never let our eye contact drop. 

Thrusting hard into Teresa while I held her hand and maintained eye contact with her, he announced that he was going to cum. Stabbing his cock really deep into her pussy he pulled her ass right up to his groin. He buried every inch of his mammoth cock deep inside her sweet pussy bottoming out against her cervix as cum shot from his cock.

"Bah-hah," he bellowed with complete gratification.

Fumbling between her legs Teresa found and urgently squeezed Hugo's bloated balls as they emptied their contents into her pussy. She cooed tenderly, "Cum, Lover, cum."

Teresa was very close to cumming herself when Hugo couldn't hold back any longer and really let his seed fly deep inside her. She lay back on the bed and whined, "I want to cum, too."

"I know, you do, Baby," I soothed as I slipped my fingers between her thighs and with Hugo's huge hard cock still inside my wife I firmly pushed my against her clit. Throatily I commanded, "Cum Teresa, cum now."

Teresa's intake of breath let me know that the pressure I was applying to her clit was combining with the stimulation Hugo's cock was giving her G-spot. She closed her eyes tight, a low rumble began in the back of her throat and grew into a full blown scream of ecstasy. Her body shook with orgasmic release.

Hugo pulled his softening cock out of Teresa and fell on the bed beside her completely spent. He wheezed, "That was unbelievable."

Teresa snuggled up to me and kissed me on the cheek, "I love you, Honey. I love you so much."

We started chatting about what had just happened. Hugo lay on one side of Teresa while I lay on the other. I was ready for some sexual satisfaction of my own and my wife knew it and actually needed more as well. 

Teresa turned towards Hugo and got on all fours. She lowered her mouth over his cock. She had never taken my cock in her mouth after it had been in her cunt so I felt a pang of jealousy. Very deliberately she turned her backside towards me as she orally worked on him. It was my turn to enter her pussy. 

Normally I would ease my thick cock inside her but honestly, there was no need now, as her own pussy excitement combined with his cum to make her pussy as slippery as an eel. My cock slid into her expanded dripping cunt but unfortunately my cock wasn't wide enough to feel the pleasure of my wife's well used pussy even after she tried to constrict the muscles. I held my wife's hips driving my cock into her pussy. Wet smacking sounds of flesh on flesh contact filled the room. Just as I began building my thrusts to a gratifying rhythm my cock would inevitably fall out of her cunt. I cried out in frustration, "Damn it."

As I grabbed my cock to once again reinsert it into her cunt Teresa stopped me with a gruff command, "Honey, wait, stop a second." 

Crawling forward until she hovered above Hugo, she took his monster cock in-hand and pointed it at the simmering entrance of her snatch. She lowered herself onto it as he gently pinched her nipples. When she was fully impaled on his cock he pressed two fingers against her exposed clit. She squealed as another climax raked her body. 

Hugo groaned and struggled to keep from busting his nut into her quim as it wetly quivered around his cock like a silky clamp. Hugging my wife as she collapsed onto his chest he kissed her cheek. She muttered, "Cock... so big... so good."

Clenching my teeth with irritation I moved behind my wife while she stayed firmly seated on Hugo's cock. I pushed one of her buttocks open.

Teresa lustily commanded Hugo, "Help my husband, Lover."

Hugo pulled her other buttock open. He watched Teresa's eyes grow large as I forced my cock into her tight asshole. He twisted her granite-like nipples causing her to hiss with zest.

As my cock slipped into my wife's ass it slid against Hugo's cock in her pussy through her innards. Once I was balls deep in her ass, we all paused to catch our collective breaths. The erotic ecstasy we all felt was mind-boggling as each of us could feel the other.

Teresa was enthralled in a paradise of pleasure. A tear of joy ran down her cheek as she sobbed, "Cock, so much cock. I love your cocks."

She looked down at Hugo and kissed him. She turned her head and kissed me. She slowly began to glide along our cocks which lovingly skewered her holes, with a guttural groan she demanded, "Fuck me, guys, fuck me."

Moans of decadent pleasure filled the room as Hugo and I developed a ying-yang rhythm. As I pushed my cock into my wife's ass Hugo would pull his out of her cunt, as I pulled out Hugo pushed into her. Teresa remained stock still as Hugo and I ravaged her pussy and ass. I squeezed one of her breasts while Hugo pinched the nipple of the other. My wife's body started to shudder as another orgasm began to build. Soon she was convulsing and her shouts turned to screams as another orgasm ripped pleasurably through her body. 

I could feel Hugo's twitching cock spewing his seed into my wife's cunt. I could hold out no longer , red lights exploded in my brain as my balls contracted. I bellowed with satisfaction as cum spurt from my cock like water from a fire hose.

We all collapsed into a sated pile of flesh. After Teresa and I fell into a satiated sleep, each of us fully spent, Hugo slipped quietly from the room and returned to his wife.

Waking a couple of hours later it hit us, just what we had done. We had had our first threesome, where I witnessed my wife fucked by another man and Teresa had her long time fantasy of being shared by two men fulfilled. But, Hugo walking out, leaving to go back to his wife left her feeling cheap, like she'd had been a one night stand, and that it was wrong, immoral and so on. Although we chatted positively about it over dinner that night, Teresa grew melancholy about what we had done.

Fortunately, a very grateful Hugo sent her flowers with a lovely, heartfelt message the next day. Uplifted by his sincere gesture she asked me, "Where do we go from here?"

"I think we can work out a satisfactory arrangement that takes care of all our needs," I replied.

She sent a text to Hugo to thank him for the flowers. She arranged another encounter that she hoped would be even more sexually rewarding. 

Later that day when I got home from work I opened the front door and called out, Teresa? Teresa I'm home."

"In the bedroom, Honey," my wife hollered from down the hallway. 

I heard giggles from the bedroom as I made my way down the hall. A surge of negative emotion washed over me as I assumed she and Hugo had started without me. I pushed open the bedroom door. My mouth dropped in surprise at the sight before me.

Perched in the middle of our king size bed kneeling side by side with their arms around each other's waist was Teresa and another woman. They had on matching black garter belts and black fishnet stockings. Evidently they were way too excited and wet to wear panties because their bald pussies glistened with lust. Since that weren't wearing panties I guess they decided they didn't need bras either. The cool air made their excited nipples that much harder. 

Teresa said, "I asked Joyce from the gym to join us." She then kissed Joyce, their tongues teasingly entwined. My wife broke the kiss and smiled at me saying, "I hope you don't mind."



Fantasy Fulfilled



Karen stood in the bedroom naked, fresh from the shower, her blonde shoulder length hair already dried. She was peering into the mirror applying make-up. Her gorgeous curves, shapely and toned, looked voluptuous as she applied her mascara to her deep blue eyes. When she had finished she turned to me, as she always does, to ask how she looked. I looked up and down that wonderful body in the soft glow of the lamps, lingering on the trim furry triangle of pubic hair, just as I like it, and said what I thought. She looked sensational. She always does, much younger than her 48 years. 

She smiled and began to get dressed. Nude hold-up stockings first. White cutaway wonderbra which gave her the most fabulous cleavage, and matching sheer panties. Then came the cream cross-over top, which occasionally revealed a glimpse of her breasts as she moved, and a brown patterned, tight stretchy skirt which came a few inches above her knee. Brown high heels completed the look and she was ready.

She put on a big furry coat and we got in the car and were off into the cold evening. An hour later we arrived at the 5 star hotel and checked in to the room. Expensive but very nice, with a large bed, beautiful bathroom and luxurious fittings

I said that I was going to unpack and so Karen decided to leave me to it and go downstairs to the bar for a drink. I told her to take one of the room key cards, just in case, and winked -- she knew what I meant and raised her eyes and shook her head as she closed the door. I put a couple of bottles of wine we had brought into the minibar and set up the i-pod onto the player in the room, ready to play and then set about hanging the few clothes we had brought for a couple of days stay.

I followed down about 20 minutes later and walked into the bar to find it was quite busy. I eventually spotted Karen and saw that she was sharing a small table in the corner with a guy and that they were chatting. Karen had her legs crossed and was leaning forward and I could see that there was a little chemistry going on! She hadn't seen me and so I decided to be mischievous and walked a wide route to a seat at the bar from where I could just see them. Her companion was a guy, about 35, Mediterranean looks, 6 feet and quite chunky but fit and athletic and looking. Rugby player build as Karen called it. 

Conversation seemed to be flowing and they ordered a couple more drinks. It was clear they were getting on. I sent a text. Is he fuckable? I watched as Karen looked at her phone. She raised her eyebrows and replied: Where are you? I replied: Watching. She looked around the room and caught my eye, without giving me away. She scowled at me but resumed the conversation. More drinks. Then she picked her phone and sent a text: His name is Garcia and he has just propositioned me. I replied: Go for it. More drinks. Another text: Are you sure? Answer: Yes. Then: I think he knows I'm texting you but doesn't know where you are. I've told him you will have to be there. He said OK. He is keen!

I texted back: Take him to the room and I will join you in due course. She made eye contact, I smiled and she nodded imperceptibly. 

Their conversation then looked to become intense with Garcia listening and nodding. He called for the bill and paid for the drinks and they both left, smiling and chatting, with Garcia's arm holding Karen's waist.

I decided I would leave them to get acquainted and would go to the room when I was ready. I found the prospect of walking in to the room and not knowing what stage things would be at quite exciting. I didn't want to miss anything but, at the same time, finding them engaged in something wildly sexy was very appealing.

After about 30 minutes I decided I had to go up.

From outside the door I could hear some music playing quietly but no other sounds. My heart was racing as I pushed the key card in to the lock, turned the handle as quietly as I could, and pushed the door open, walked in and then closed it behind me. I could not see the bed from the door so I quietly walked down the short corridor until the bed came into view.....

Karen was lying on her back and Garcia was lying beside her with one arm under her pulling her forward as he kissed her mouth deeply, with Karen returning the kiss. Her top was open and her bra pulled down to reveal her nipples, which were standing up pertly. Garcia's other hand was stroking her belly, then pushing her skirt down and then moving to stroke her breasts and nipples. They kissed like this for a further minute or two and then he pulled away from her mouth and moved his head to lick her breast and suck on her nipple, catching my eye as he did but not acknowledging me or stopping. Karen also saw me, smiled broadly and then sank back into the pillows and closed her eyes as Garcia pleasured her.

I noticed that they had started a bottle of wine so, not taking my eyes off them, I poured myself a glass, moved the armchair to a better position, and sat down to enjoy the view.

Garcia seemed skilled and very attentive. He seemed to be intent on gradually getting Karen more and more turned on. He moved his mouth from her breasts to her belly and to her mouth repeatedly as Karen stroked his back and his head, her eyes closed and her lips slightly apart, letting out a small gasp every now and then as he sucked hard on a nipple. Eventually his hand moved down to stroke her thighs over and over, then moved up under her skirt to brush her pussy, over her panties. 

Karen let out "Mmmm, yes." and Garcia stopped and pulled her skirt up onto her hips. He tucked his hand into the top of her panties and then gradually pushed it right down to stroke her pussy lips slowly and methodically, while returning to French kiss her deeply at the same time. Karen grasped his head and kissed him passionately while lifting her hips to meet the strokes on her pussy lips.

The repeated stroking was getting Karen very hot and she reached down to feel Garcia's stiff cock through his trousers. There was then a tacit acknowledgement between them that it was time to get naked. They both moved to their knees and started to undress each other. Karen's top and bra were quickly removed and Garcia cupped Karen's beautiful 38D breasts and hummed his approval. Karen undid Garcia's shirt and pushed it back off his shoulders and I could see him tense the muscles in his chest and stomach as Karen ran her hands over them appreciatively. Garcia then guided Karen onto her back and pulled off her skirt and her knickers, leaving her stockings on. He smiled broadly and ran his hands from her ankles right up the inside of her legs before using his thumbs to stroke either side of her pussy, firmly, two or three times. 

He then stepped onto the floor at the foot of the bed and started to undo his belt. Karen got up and sat on the end of the bed and grabbed the belt and took it off, then undid the button, and unzipped his fly and pulled his trousers until they dropped to the floor, and he stepped out of them and pulled his socks off. Karen looked up at him and giggled as Garcia stood in front of her, hands on hips, with a massive erection pushing on his boxer shorts. She grabbed the bottom of the shorts and pulled down very slowly until his cock sprang free in front of her face. She let them fall to the floor and stared at the cock before breaking into a broad smile and exclaiming "Well, who's a big boy then!".

Karen reached out and grabbed his cock with both hands on the shaft and slowly pumped it up and down a few times, as if to appreciate the size and hardness. I noticed that her small hands looked even smaller around this huge cock and the fingers and thumb could not reach all around the shaft. It was about nine inches, I guessed, smooth and shapely with a gentle upwards curve. My excitement levels rose again as Karen admired it and I stood up and quickly stripped off my clothes to better share and enjoy the experience. My cock looked very small in comparison.

Karen leant forward and licked the end of his cock gently two or three times. Then she grabbed the base firmly, looked across at me and smiled, no doubt checking that I was comfortable - I smiled back -- then she looked up into Garcia's eyes and held his gaze as she plunged her mouth as far over his cock as she could, the meeting of eyes only broken as Garcia threw his head back, closed his eyes and gasped loudly. Karen moved into a slow deep sucking rhythm, occasionally taking it out of her mouth to run her tongue right down to his balls, and continued at this intently for several minutes. Garcia looked down again at Karen's eyes looking up at him, and, clenching his jaw, he gently rocked his hips forward to meet Karen's lips each time they slid down his shaft, which, as Karen grasped the base even more firmly, got redder and even harder. It was all I could do not to jerk myself at this sight but I knew I would come instantly if I did and I wanted to enjoy this whole experience.

Garcia was clearly getting very excited. He pulled out and moved to lift Karen back onto the bed. She sank back into the pillows again and Garcia quickly followed her up the bed. They both reached across and grabbed their wine glasses and quickly finished off their almost full glasses of wine. Karen said "I'll have some more" as she settled back and Garcia moved between her legs, pushed them wide apart and put his head close to the top of her thighs, looking intently at her moist, inviting pussy.

I grabbed the bottle of wine and walked around the bed to refill Karen's glass. She looked up at me and smiled and said "Are you ready for this?". I looked down at my cock which was stiff and leaking small drops of pre-cum as I fought the urge to jerk myself. She got the message and said, "Right, well sit down and watch because I'm going to get well fucked now and if you want me to talk I'm going to fucking talk!". I swallowed hard. This was what I had asked for repeatedly. I love it when Karen talks dirty but it's not something that comes easy to her, with her English reserve, and so she rarely does it. But this looked like it might be a very special occasion.

Garcia smiled knowingly and lowered his tongue on to Karen's clitoris and rolled it around and around. She threw her head back and then looked straight at me and said "That's what I want, can you see that? Oh yes!". My heart started to pound even harder and I leaned forward and looked back at her intently. "Yes I can, this is fantastic" I said.

Garcia worked expertly on her clitoris and pussy lips and Karen grew more and more uninhibited, telling Garcia how well he was doing licking her pussy and looking at me and telling me how good it was. I could see Garcia's cock was stiff and dripping as he was clearly getting off on this too. 

"Yes. Yes, keeping doing that but I want your prick in my mouth" she said. I couldn't believe how bold she had become. She was becoming totally uninhibited and, moreover, seemed to be really getting off on it.

As Garcia started to move into the 69 position Karen shuffled her body around so that her head was at the edge of the bed and about a foot from mine. She looked at me and said sharply "I want you to see close up what a real prick looks like going into my mouth". She then grabbed his cock and swallowed down as much as she could with each gentle thrust of Garcia's hips, all the time looking intently into my eyes. Garcia masturbated her, skilfully teasing her clitoris, stroking around and around and around it. After ten minutes or so she pulled his cock out of her mouth and said to me "I'm fucking loving this. It's fantastic to have a real man with big prick. He's going to fuck me now. Wait till you see how much of that I can take."

Garcia got the message as Karen rolled off him and he picked up the condom I had left by the bed. "I'll do this -- I love to watch a condom going on" Karen said, grinning.

Garcia moved onto his knees and gave the condom to Karen. The room was warm and both their bodies now had a very light sweat covering them which glistened in the glow of the lamps which gave the room a romantic soft lighting. George Michael was quietly doing his thing on the i-pod. Karen took a sip of wine and then unpeeled the condom.

Garcia's cock was still stiff as a poker and had been since I walked into the room. Karen placed the condom on the tip of it and turned to me as she rolled it down its long length. "I wish you had a cock like this." she said. Then she looked at Garcia and said "I want it slow to start with and then deeper and faster. When I've come I want you to give it to me from behind, hard and fast." This was what she usually liked me to do to her.

"No problem, but I'm pretty excited" Garcia said. 

"If you're going to come pull out and I'll masturbate. I need to be rammed by that prick after I have come" she said. This was indeed, a new and forceful Karen and I was loving it.

Karen led back, straightened her legs and then spread them wide. Garcia moved between them and his massive cock hovered over Karen's wet labia. She looked down at it and said with a trace of concern "Oh my god, it really is huge" and then looked at me and said "You watch this carefully and learn, I am going to be fucked by a real stud with massive cock".

Garcia followed orders and started by inserting the tip and fucking gently with just a couple of inches. Karen moaned and said "Oh fuck, yes, this is what I want -- I hope you are watching this". And then a few seconds later, "Come on, fuck me!" and she pulled her legs back to her chest. Garcia pulled out and then with one smooth movement, pushed his cock in three quarters of its length. "Oh fuck, yes!" Karen said. Then Garcia grabbed Karen's legs and placed them on his shoulders, straightened his arms to take all his weight and lifted his knees so that he was balanced on his hands and his toes, with the tip of his cock between her pussy lips. Then, with one smooth movement he lowered himself and his cock slid right in to its full length. As it finally filled her completely a flood of juices oozed out around the shaft and began to drip from his balls.

Karen's eyes opened wide and she let out a low "Oh fuck, yes!". Garcia began to pump and Karen's juices oozed at the end of each long thrust with delicious squelch sound. After twenty seconds of this she hit the rhythm and her hips began to move to receive each thrust. "Can you see this? This is what it is like to be fucked by a real man with big prick and I'm loving it. I wish you could fuck like this. I've had big black guys before but nothing as satisfying as this. Oh!, keep fucking me." 

Garcia said "I'm gonna come very soon." Karen said "Slow down but keep it up me." And she moved her hand down to her clitoris and began rubbing. "This is not going to take long", she said.

She turned to look at me and said "I'm going to come with nine inches of prick up me. I hope you're watching. You can only dream of giving a woman this much pleasure." And with that she started to come. She grabbed Garcia's hips and growled at him to get it all in her, which he did, and her body then pulsated in orgasm for a full thirty seconds during which all she could do was pant heavily and whimper and moan "Yes, yes, oh fuck, yes.".

Garcia knew what was now required and he flipped Karen over. She shuffled around so that her face was looking right at me as he started to fuck her hard, doggy style. I grabbed my cock to join in the fun. "Don't touch that, I own it" she said firmly. I was almost ready to explode but I obeyed. "Just sit there and watch while this real man fucks me".

The fucking turned animal as Garcia was pounding into her from behind and she was encouraging him at every thrust, all the time looking into my eyes and moaning incoherently at the waves of pleasure. Her juices were now flowing freely and each thrust brought forth more and more which ran down their legs and onto the bed. As she reached satisfaction and began to slow her hips she closed her eyes and said "Oh god, that was fucking amazing". 

Garcia was now sweating freely. He slowed down and said breathlessly "I want to come over you". Karen nodded and quickly got to her knees while Garcia stood up and pulled the condom off.

Karen grabbed his cock with both hands and began jerking him furiously, stopping once or twice to suck deeply for a few seconds. She turned to look at me and said "This cock is fantastic, I wish yours was this big." Then she looked up in to Garcia's eyes and said "Come on then big boy, let's see you come - I want it now." And Garcia duly obliged, the first heavy spurt of spunk hitting her cheek and dripping on to her breast. Then, to my amazement, she closed her mouth over the end of his cock and took the next pulses into her mouth. She turned her head towards me, pulled his cock out of her mouth and let the spunk run down her chin and onto her breasts. Garcia sent three more strong spurts onto her neck and breasts and then sank to his knees, spent. I reached for my cock again and again Karen snapped, "Leave it!.

Karen knelt on the bed eagerly spreading the copious amounts of spunk around her tits and belly and looking intently at me. She smiled and said "Is this what you wanted?" "Yes, yes, yes" I said hoarsely. "Can I come over your tits now?"

"No!" And with that she pulled me on to the bed and said "Lie here".

Then she moved across to Garcia and kissed his cock and then his mouth and gestured for him to sit in the chair, which he did. Then Karen stood over me and lowered her pussy on to my face and said "Lick". I was in heaven and licked all around and as deep into her pussy as I could. Then she said "Ready?". I moaned, and, with that, she squeezed her pussy muscles and a rush of sweet juices filled my mouth. I drank deeply and licked and licked till I had them all. I reached for my cock only to have may hand swatted away again. She climbed off and grabbed my hand and pulled me to the bathroom. She pointed at the floor and said "Lie there." 

She put one foot on either side of my chest and lowered herself so that her pussy was about a foot from my face. Then she leaned back on one hand, opened her pussy lips with the other and peed a beautiful stream into my face. She said, "I had a fantastic fuck from a beautiful man with a huge cock so I'm giving you what I know you want. So you can wank that small cock of yours now."

I filled my mouth over and over and grabbed my cock. Karen stood up and directed another stream of pee onto my cock as I came with one of the best orgasms I have ever had.

I was spent and Karen was satisfied but when we walked back into the room, me dripping and wrapped in a towel, Garcia was wanking his big cock again. Karen gestured for him to get onto the bed and started to give him a blow job. Whenever his cock wasn't in her mouth was she talking to me, telling what fantastic orgasm she had had and how satisfying Garcia's big cock was. Watching her playing with it and sucking it and hearing how much she wanted it got me going again and so I started to jerk, with her permission.

Garcia had also inserted his fingers into Karen's pussy and was gently rolling his thumb around her clitoris so we were all getting turned on again. Garcia came first, Karen sensing the explosion from his breathing and pulling down hard on his shaft and smiling broadly as she watched as he spurted another prodigious fountain of spunk. I came at the sight of this. Karen just wanted another orgasm now and so pulled out her vibrator. Garcia and I sucked on her nipples and my finger gently probed her ass until her breath quickened and she started to come again. As the pulses overcame her she reached down with her free hand for Garcia's cock. He quickly got up and pushed his half flaccid member into her mouth and she grabbed it and sucked hard on it right through her orgasm. As the orgasm subsided Mandy said "God, I love that fucking cock!" and fell back laughing.




Fantasy Fulfilled



After a few minutes, Garcia and Karen disappeared into the large shower and washed each other down for 10 minutes. Then I joined her and she washed me. By the time we were finished Garcia was dressed. He expressed his deep appreciation, gave Karen a deep French kiss, wrote down his e-mail for us, and then he left. 

We finished the wine....



Fantasy Fulfilled



Mimi had Sunday to herself, a precious day free from meetings and sales pitches to do everything she usually missed in the week. She had planned to draw and read and catch up on all of the TV she had missed but found that Sven had beaten her to it. He was still in the t-shirt and boxers he'd slept in sprawled across the sofa and smiled at her as she came out of the bedroom, sat up.

"Morning." He smiled. "I thought I'd let you sleep. You seemed tired last night."

Mimi nodded. "I was. Better for it, though." She nodded to his mug, "Any more coffee going?"

"There's some in the ma- oh." He looked up at her, paused the television, realised she had asked him on purpose so that he'd get it for her. There was, after all, always coffee in the machine. "I'll get you some."

Mimi smiled, settled into the sofa, grinning. "Thank you." She watched him pull a mug out of the cupboard, fuss about in the kitchen. On screen, some kind of high intensity stake out was happening.

"What is this?" Mimi asked, "Another of your crime serials?"

"It's good." Sven planted the mug on the table. "It's been on about half an hour, there's some pretty big names in it. The detective's daughter gets caught up with drug dealers and then they kidnap her and his partner." He explained, yawning. "That's as far as I've got."

"Okay then." Mimi nodded thoughtfully, blew on the steam and settled down to watch.

The action restarted and an actor whose name Mimi had forgotten dashed across the screen, pistol raised. He proceeded to shoot the lock off an office door. Behind it was a bloodied and half clothed Jake O'Mara, a well-known TV actor who appeared frequently in the tabloids usually attached to his older, more successful wife, a news presenter on Channel 4.

"Hot damn, Jakey." Mimi grinned. "I like this show already."

"Knew you would." Sven laughed. "You missed this hot as hell interrogation scene earlier."

Mimi pouted, pulled an expression filled with mock disappointment. "I did?"

Sven nodded, sipped. "The gangster's wife kept threatening to burn his chest with a lit cigarette."

"Oh really?"

Sven nodded, looked at her with narrow, wolfish eyes. "She had this low cut dress on."

"Sounds like you liked it."

He nodded. "Yeah."

Mimi watched him colour slightly. "Oh." She hesitated, waited just long enough so he blushed a little more, looked down at her. "You really liked it."

Sven nodded, affecting nonchalance, "Yeah. I suppose."

"Heh." Mimi planted her cup on the table. "Good to know." She said. "Good to know."

* * * 

She didn't raise it again until later, when Sven wondered out of the bathroom in a towel, his hair still wet from the shower. Mimi was only half focused on the copy of Artists and Illustrators Monthly she was reading.

"Hmm." She looked up, watched him dry off. "If only I had a chair and a pack of cigarettes right now."

Sven laughed, a low noise that came straight from his gut, all nerves and pure delight. "I have never been so glad and so disappointed you quit." He teased.

Mimi nodded, "Me too, though with your chest hair perhaps not. You'd go up like a Christmas tree in February."

"And I'm tired." He said, lay out on the bed, one arm jammed under the pillow.

"You are?" Mimi rubbed his arm and settled down next to him, let the magazine fall to the floor. "Sleep well, then." She kissed him and reached over to turn the lamp off.

"Hey." He pulled her down, the room sinking into darkness, streaked with shadows. "I'm not that tired. I was hoping for at least a little something before bed." Sven nuzzled her neck, planted a kiss against the triangle of flesh behind her ear. "If you like."

"Yes." Mimi turned in his grip, kissed him again, luxuriated in the way he smelt, his skin still fresh from the shower. "That would be nice."

She rubbed his side in gentle, languid strokes, sighed happily as his hand edged its way under her t-shirt.

"Nice day today." She whispered, the words sinking into his skin like oil. "Sometimes it's good to just do nothing."

He nodded, "Yeah."

For a long while they were quiet, happy to savour the feel of one another, moving occasionally to touch or kiss or shift position in the dark, their bodies close and warm.

"What's your earliest fantasy?" Mimi asked, her voice a low whisper, her hand now flat against his belly. "I mean of submission."

Sven opened his eyes, looked at her. "I was really young. About eleven or twelve, I think." Sven's voice was steady in the dark, his hand never wavering from Mimi's hip, his mind shrinking back to his tiny, attic bedroom in Rivaz with its view of the grey fields and the lake beyond. To his narrow bed and finally, to the ache in his chest, like the past fifteen years hadn't happened, like the old ghosts of shame and fear had stood up and rattled their chains. "I used to read a lot of adventure comics as a kid. I think it might have been Superman, I can't remember," he explained, "but there was an issue where he was kidnapped by Amazon women and it stuck with me."

"Really?" Mimi grinned in the dark. "For me it was tag."

"Tag?" Sven rolled over, looked at her. "Really?"

Mimi nodded. "We used to play with the kids in the village. Kiss chase, stuff like that. I don't remember what happened exactly but I do remember running after this boy called Adam, pinning him down." She said, "Right in the gravel, poor kid. I thought about it for weeks afterwards and I never quite knew why."

"Lucky boy." Sven smiled. "I never played that game."

Mimi laughed, "There's still time. I'll teach you, if you like."

"You will?" he propped himself on one arm. "Thanks."

"Tell me more about the Amazons. I'm curious."

"You would be." Sven leant forward and kissed her on the mouth, his hand pushed into her hair. "Well, I was kidnapped obviously. I think I had this thing, particularly as I got older and the fantasy got more complex, where I'd be overpowered and fucked."

"Hot." Mimi's hands edged lower, settled on his hip. "Then what?"

"Then," Sven continued, the air hissing through his teeth as Mimi grabbed his cock. "Oh, you can't." he breathed.

Mimi grinned in the dark, "I can. Now keep going. I want to hear the story. How you got fucked."

"Oh." He shifted in her grip, watched as she peeled away from him and grabbed a bottle of lube from the night-stand.

"Keep going." She said, her voice low in the dark. She threw back the covers, slicked his cock with one quick jerk of her wrist. "Tell me." She urged. "I want to know what happens in the end."

"Well." He began, his voice regulating. "We would be kept in these long cages and only taken out to be fucked or to do work. Hard work, like digging ditches or cutting rock or something equally pointless but it would be about being watched and treated badly and used." The last word came with a sigh and a slight rock of his hips as Sven recalled the fantasy, his blood quickened by Mimi's urging.

"Then there was this thing-" he paused, his chest shivering with embarrassment and lust in the dark, like he was a teenager all over again.

"What?' Mimi asked, watching him hesitate, her own body simmering for his. "What would they do, huh?" she grinned, nibble at his neck, her right hand still working in tortuously slow strokes around his cock.

"I -- oh, man, this is so stupid."

"No, go on." Mimi's voice softened. "Tell me."

He sighed in the shadows, began grinding up into Mimi's palm, cursed when she took her hand away.

"I would be blindfolded and led through the jungle. Through thick undergrowth to a clearing." He began, "Sometimes, they'd put a bag over my head and I'd be dragged out so I couldn't see and grabbed and groped and fucked by all these women. Sometimes I'd be tied down on a bench or something -- oh -- or to the floor and I'd try to pull away but of course, I couldn't."

"Of course not." She whispered. "You don't want it but you do. All part of the draw of these women designed to destroy you, to not really need you."

Sven let out another sigh, his fingers pressing into Mimi's thigh as she upped the pace again, faster, pushing him hard, edging him toward orgasm and then, just as fast as she had begun, she stopped. Sven grunted, let out a sigh of defeat and desperation.

"Fuck, please," he begged. "I'm so close, so close."

"But you're not quite finished with the story, are you?" Mimi said, watching his eyes look past her, as though he was a million miles away.

"No." he curled towards her his own hand sinking between her thighs, his fingers slipping between her slickened labia. "No, Ma'am." He kissed her neck.

"I would be fucked." He whispered, "I'd get fucked until I begged them to stop, until it hurt."

"And?" Mimi cocked her leg, pushed herself against his working fingers. "Would they?"

"You know they wouldn't." he smiled, his breath warm against her skin. "It would hurt and they'd just keep going."

"That's perfect." Mimi moved in the dark, batted his hands away and climbed over him, sat back on his thighs. "I want you to fuck me." She said, "You can be my captive now." She laughed, planted another kiss against his lips. "I want to lie down then you can fuck me." She said, moving back to the space she'd left in the sheets. "Fuck me until I'm done with you and then I can sleep."

"Is this just to help you sleep?" he rolled over kissed her on the mouth.

"Yes." She said. "I shouldn't even have to ask." She teased. "You should be ready and willing at all times." Mimi jabbed him in the chest, pulled him against her.

"Just checking." Sven kissed her hard, his hand flat against her thigh.

"You're talking too much." Mimi said. "I just want to feel you against me. I like your weight and your smell and you having to do the work."

"You're the laziest fuck ever." He teased.

Mimi swatted him, laughing in the dark. "Worth it, though, don't you think?" She pecked him on the clavicle, her teeth digging into the knot of bone and muscle, a gentle reminder that she could do what she damn well liked. Her hand splayed over his back, moved and guided him into her, her words fading into purrs and gasps and yearning kisses that reached places that words could not. Places where only noise and touch and that certain kind of look communicated things that were made impotent by language.

At first, Sven had kept going through the dull ache in his thighs, the sensation over-ridden by his desire to make her happy. It had seemed irrelevant until she had mentioned it once, woven it into his need for her until it had become very nearly another kink, a symbol of his dedication to her.

"Stop." Mimi pushed him to the side, slid away from him.

"Are you okay?" He asked, adrenaline rushing through him, his body aching with need. "What is-"

"Nothing." Mimi said, a smile playing on her lips, her eyes running over his body, sizing up his leaking cock. "I want you to lick me." She said.

"Oh." By the time the word had left his lips it was too late to hide the dismay in his voice, the sheer frustration with which his own body was wracked. Mimi could read him well, that he was sure of and it was then he knew that the entire process had not really been about his pleasure but hers. Worst of all, he knew that Mimi knew how much he enjoyed it.

He moved in the half-light, the familiar musk of her pussy making him grow hard in the dark, his mouth aching for the taste of her like a starving man yearns for fruit. Sven pulled her underwear away hungrily, sank his mouth against her, lapping at her labia, the swollen knot of her clit like it was the only thing that would satiate him. Then, of course, it was. Sven knew that Mimi's own desire would always come before his, that she had planned it so that he would be focused by his need and her kindness to give her whatever she wanted, that she could have asked anything of him then and he would have agreed. Sven focused on her desire, shaping his own into hers, urging from her the first tiny jerks and tremors that bloomed into sighs and shivers as she ground her hips against his relentless mouth, his face and fingers glittering with her juices.

"Thank you." She mewled, rolling over, then pulled off her t-shirt. "That was just what I wanted, baby. Come here." Mimi beckoned him towards her, held him close to her chest as they lay back down. "I just want to feel you against me." She whispered. "Have you close, know you're mine." She said. "That's my fantasy." She said. "The most embarrassing yet."

He nodded, took up stroking her upturned hip again. "I know." Sven whispered. "You're getting there." He kissed her hair.

"And you're waiting." She said. "That's the best thing."

"Why wouldn't I?" he said. "Of course I would. I think you always worry more, you get more tense about it when you're tired."

Mimi nodded in the dark. Sven was right. She had been fractious recently. "I still have to stop myself when you say that." She mused. "That you want my happiness, too." She shook her head, whispered against his chest like the words would sink straight though the flesh and bone and muscle right into his heart. "I never thought I could be so happy."

Sven smiled, kissed her. "I never thought I could be so horny."

Mimi laughed loudly. "You'll get your turn, babe." She patted him on the chest. 

"When?" he asked.

Mimi shrugged. "When I feel like it."

"Of course."

* * * 

The following morning Sven woke and showered, the insects that had been floating in his gut the night before disappeared into the dark. He showered, made coffee and began dressing all the while filled with a near tangible hunger for Mimi. He listened to her sing in the shower and flipped briefly through the notes he'd made for the presentation he had that day as though their sobriety could dampen his need for her. He pulled open the wardrobe, sighed, tried to ignore her bustling about behind him when all he wanted was to drag her right back to bed and beg her to finish what she had begun.

"Wear the blue suit." Mimi nodded towards the wardrobe.

"Really?" Sven turned to her, shaken from his thoughts. "The blue one. I haven't worn it in ages. I usually go with grey or black for work."

"I know." Mimi fastened the back on her earring, eyed Sven's reflection in the mirror. "A change is as good as a rest." She smiled. "It's something different. Anyway," she continued. "It's a dark navy, really. Still looks fine to me."

"I thought you hated this suit." Sven lay it across the bed, slid the trousers from the hanger.

Mimi stood, buttoned her own shirt. "I thought it would be a change. Aren't you meeting with the bread people today?"

Sven smiled, sang the jingle. "A slice of Sunlight every day." 

Mimi laughed. "You're kidding, right?"

"I'm afraid not. They want a wholesome, family approach, whatever the hell that is nowadays."

"Well, I think the navy will do just fine. It's a little old fashioned, I think they'd like that."

"I suppose."

"I know it." Mimi said. "You'll do great. You've been prepping for days." She edged past him, kissed his cheek. "Are you going out for lunch or do you want me to make you something?"

"We'll probably go out." Sven called to her, frowned at the suit. He shrugged at his own reflection, knotted his tie, still couldn't quite figure out why she'd asked him to wear the blue. He batted the thought away again when she returned with a fresh cup of coffee, placed it on the dresser.

"This is for you. I'm leaving now but I'll probably be back before you." She said, pulling her bag onto her shoulder. "I finish at six today because Harry said he'd stay until eight."

"Oh. Any reason?"

Mimi nodded. "I agreed to stay late the rest of this week and the week after."

"You're working too hard."

Mimi laughed. "Don't give me that. Things cost money and we're just starting to do okay."

"Yes, but-"

Mimi placed a finger on his lips, watched him smile. "I'm a big girl, Sven. I can look after myself. We worked a lot of shitty jobs so we could get to this and now we're within sight of the life we want you're going to get all man of the house on me?"

"No, I-" he hesitated, sighed heavily. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to sound condescending I just meant-"

"What?"

"I worry about you."

Mimi nodded. Said nothing, felt shame flare in her chest. "You needn't." her voice hardened rising upward then softening again, receding, as she tried to temper her tone. She sighed, bowed her head, frustrated. "I know you do. I know you're trying to be kind. I am just really happy right now. I love this work. I like the chaos, you know that."

He nodded, watched her shift her bag on her shoulder. "I'll see you later."

Mimi kissed him on the cheek, the panic in her chest receding. "See you later. I love you."

"You too." Sven smiled. "Have a good day."

"I will." Mimi called. She had to physically stop herself from turning around and running back to the bedroom, straight for him as she headed for the door, used every ounce of her willpower to pick up the keys. "Sorry." The word came as a whisper under her breath as she pulled the lock back, the noise settled in her gut, echoed the annoyance she felt at herself. It was enough to make her turn back, her insides hardening, her keys swinging in the door.

"Oh." She breathed hard as she walked back into the bedroom, dropped her bag by the door. Before he could react, Mimi pulled Sven towards her."You're only trying to be nice and I'm being a stubborn idiot." She hugged him.

Sven stepped back, eyed her steadily. "You're free." He said. "You have always been free in my eyes and I am not marrying you to entrap you but because I love you and don't want to be without you. I know you work hard and I'm so proud of you for that I just worry, that's all. I know you're prone to doing everything for everyone before you take care of yourself."

"I know." Mimi said. "I took it the wrong way, that was all. Sorry."

"You needn't apologise." Sven said. "I know you're not a morning person."

Mimi laughed. "You're so sweet to me."

"Why would I be anything else?" he kissed her. "You'll miss your bus."

"I wish I could." She admitted. "I wish I could just take the whole week off and draw and cook and spend time with you."

Sven shrugged. "Monday morning problems."

Mimi nodded. "Always."

"If I get this account and the commission on it I'll take you away for the weekend." Sven said. "Wherever you like."

"You needn't do that." Mimi pulled her bag onto her shoulder again, turned in the doorway.

"You're fucking stubborn, you know that?" Sven said, walking towards her. "Now let's go. Pretend to be functioning members of society."

They locked the front door, called the elevator to their floor instead of taking the stairs. When the doors closed on them Mimi looked up at Sven.

"What time will you be back tonight?" she asked.

"About seven."

"Okay." Mimi nodded thoughtfully, the image of him sweating, begging her to stop clouded her mind. She watched him tap his foot against the worn linoleum. "No work after that?" she asked, "Any phone calls or late night arrangements?"

"What?" Sven cocked his head at her. "No, I shouldn't think so. Why?"

"No reason." She smiled at him, her tone light. They walked across the small hallway, Mimi pulled open the door into the street. "Just curious."

"Are you plotting something?" he asked.

Mimi sucked her lip. "Might be." She said. "Have a good day in the ...urban jungle."

He kissed her on the mouth. " I'm not going to be allowed to forget this, am I?" he grinned. "I'm a fucking slut when it comes to telling you things."

Mimi shook her head. "Of course not." She cooed, "I might not be Amazonian but I do know your buttons." She picked an imaginary piece of lint from his jacket. "Don't talk like you don't enjoy it. Now," she nodded into the street. "You'd better get to work."




Fantasy Fulfilled



"Yes, Ma'am." Sven kissed her on the cheek. "See you later."

"Later." Mimi turned and walked away, decided that this would be the week. Maybe she would wait until Friday, let him sweat a little. Sven watched her until she had vanished into the crowd and left behind the ever-present weight in his heart. He had only just started the car when his phone beeped in his pocket and Mimi's text skated over the screen. Look in your satchel. Front pocket. Sven smirked, pulled the pocket open, found a thin envelope. Inside it was a folded sheet of paper and taped to that, one, single cigarette.

* * * 

"It's the strangest thing. I didn't quite know how to describe it. I know everyone says that this is just some thing you're into because it gets you off and makes you hard and wet and that's all it boils down to but it isn't." Mimi was sat at the dining table, surrounded by oil paints her brush poised in the air. "There really is a deep kind of calm that comes when we do this. I know you know that." Mimi said, gesticulating with the brush. Sven was behind her clattering plates in the kitchen. "That you agree with me. It's like being full. Like this great feeling of contentment that sinks all the way into your bones."

"That's the painting talking." Sven said. He scrutinised the cans in a cupboard by the stove, moved a tin of soup forward. "Though, yes, I agree with you. I think it's bigger than just sex because sex is part of your personality and all that."

Mimi wiped her hands on her apron; turned back to the small drawing board she had set up on the table, her work set on it. "Maybe it is. I have a lot of thoughts when I paint."

"You have a lot of thoughts anyway." Sven said. He shut the cupboard. "You want more coffee?" He gestured to her cup.

Mimi shook her head. "Glass of wine, please." She said. "It's five o'clock somewhere."

"It's actually twenty past seven." Sven said.

"Shit." Mimi lowered her eyes, looked at her watch. "Damn, I didn't even notice. Are you making dinner? Do you want me to help?" she stood and Sven shook his head.

"It's okay." He pulled open the fridge, grabbed a bag of baby lettuce. "I'm fine. You carry on. I wouldn't want to disrupt the artistic process."

Mimi laughed. "You're not."

"And, actually, I've nearly finished. I've only got to do the salad and we're good to go."

"Oh." Mimi took a glass from the cupboard by the fridge. "Okay then. Jesus, look at this." She turned from the cupboard, gave Sven a long look. "You and the fucking OCD organising." She sighed. "Are you stressed? You do this when you're thinking about something. What's wrong? We have more organised glassware now than half the department stores in the country."

Sven sighed, poured the wine into Mimi's glass, grabbed one for himself. "I've been thinking about the gift you left in my bag the other day. Nothing major. It helps me think."

"Ah." Mimi smiled, began packing away her art supplies. She placed the bright canvas she'd finished at one end of the table to dry. "The cigarette." She said, "I was only kidding." She pushed the lid down on the box, took it back to the tiny office come storeroom where they kept everything else that wouldn't fit.

"What if I wasn't joking?" Sven asked. "Would you?"

"What?" Mimi looked up, closed the door behind her. "Would I interrogate you, blow smoke in your face?" she teased, bounding over to him. "I would. In fact one of my favourite scenes we've ever done involved interrogation. Do you remember?"

Sven nodded. "I do, but what I actually meant was, would you burn me? Since you mentioned it I've been pushing it about in my mind and..." he tailed off, the words fading into a rolled shoulder, his teeth sinking into his lip. "I think it might be appealing."

Mimi raised an eyebrow. "Appealing?"

"In that it would be painful and taking pain for you is something I want more of. You've always said you liked the noises I made and this would be enduring. It would be there as a reminder, even when you weren't."

Mimi nodded slowly, "You have been thinking about this, haven't you?" her hands came to rest on his chest. "I do like the thought of the mark being there even when I'm not." She said. "I like the idea of you taking pain for me but what if it scars, what if it hurts you in a bad way?" she sighed. "I don't want this to be a negative experience."

"You're talking like you're going to do it."

Mimi cocked her head, narrowed her eyes at him. "You're such a smart arse."

Sven laughed. "You wouldn't have put it there unless you wanted me to think about it, too." He said. "You have clearly thought about it. Shall I put the dressing on the salad or do you want it on the side?"

"Dress it. It's easier." Mimi said. "And, yes, I have thought about it. It was just a fantasy."

"Oh." Sven pulled open the oven, grabbed a cloth from the side. "You want to share that?"

Mimi shook her head, kissed him on the cheek. "It'll ruin the surprise."

"Is that a fully consenting 'yes, I will hurt you.' kind of surprise?"

Mimi laughed, moved their glasses and a handful of cutlery to the table. "It's a fully consenting, maybe a bit turned on, 'yes, I will hurt you.'"

Sven smiled. "Fuck, if I hadn't cooked dinner we could-"

Mimi shook her head. "Let's eat first. Please, I'm starving."

By the time dinner was cleared away, Mimi found herself tense with excitement. She finished her wine, changed her glass for a tumbler of water.

"You look pensive." Sven said. "Was dinner okay?"

Mimi nodded. "Of course. Delicious, thank you. I just wonder if now we have spoken about it, it seems suddenly unromantic because it's so...planned. I don't want to ruin the mood by over analysing it."

"Then don't." Sven kissed her on the mouth, his hands settling on her hips. "Would Ma'am like anything else? There's some ice cream in the freezer if you want it."

Mimi shook her head, smiled up at him. "You could get me a cigarette, if you like. I keep a small pack in my makeup bag."

"I know."

"You do?" Mimi said, surprise clear in her voice. "Oh."

Sven laughed, "Hey, I know there's no use telling you. I'm guessing there's probably a lighter in there, too, right?"

Mimi nodded. "Yep."

She sank onto the sofa, sighed heavily the noise turning to a laugh. Sven had certainly kept his knowledge of her secret stash quiet and she found herself oddly touched that he hadn't mentioned it sooner. She pulled her jumper off and fixed her hair into a high ponytail. Sven returned with the narrow box and a cheap, plastic lighter Mimi kept with it. He opened the pack, let her take one, lit it for her.

"Are you nervous?" she asked. "At all apprehensive?"

Sven nodded, slid the packet onto the coffee table and settled next to her, watched as she blew a plume of smoke into the air. "A little." He admitted. "More now that I can see how calm you are about it."

Mimi grinned. "I have fantasised about this a lot. Before I met you, even." She explained. "It's been a long time thing of mine. Never done it, though. Until now, I never found a man I liked enough or who wanted it too."

"I can see why it would appeal to a submissive, but what is it for you?" he asked. "I feel I should know."

"Of course," Mimi took another drag, gestured to his hand. "Put your hand out. I need an ashtray."

"Yes." Sven did as he was asked, watched mesmerised as Mimi tapped ash into his hand. "Not too bad."

"It was mainly tiny pieces of cooler ash then." She explained. "You got off lightly. Oh," she smiled. "I was about to explain why this appealed to me."

"I'm starting to get it." Sven said. "You're going into domme mode. I can see it."

Mimi frowned. "Domme mode?" a smile played on her lips. "How do you mean?"

"You get this..." Sven gestured with his free hand. "This energy. You physically rise up. Your back gets straighter, your tone changes, you get more animated."

"I do?" Mimi laughed. "And I never even realised."

Sven nodded, delighted in her renewed lightness.

"Oh. I was going to explain." Mimi gestured with her cigarette. "There's no function to smoking at all, not really. Wilde called it the most perfect kind of pleasure because it was so pointless and I'm inclined to agree. Then, you add in a willing boy," She squeezed his thigh, watched him grin and flinch. "Someone prepared to be completely uncomfortable for the sake of my own delight and what's not to love? It's utterly and literally objectifying."

"Oh." The word slid from Sven's lips so quietly Mimi barely heard it. "I hadn't thought of it like that. Not as something objectifying but it is, isn't it?" he said. "Shit." Mimi watched as a grin spread across his face. "And I've been thinking about the burning pain part for the past two days."

"Oh, don't worry." Mimi tapped and blew again, watched him wince this time, grinned. "So have I." she bit her lip, raised an eyebrow at him. "It's a frequent go to in my alone time playlist." She tapped her temple, "I think about fucking you and putting a cigarette out on your chest or neck. Sometimes, in my fantasies, I make you bend over and hold it a little too close to your balls."

Sven said nothing; let the breath run through his lips, his mind focused on the thought of Mimi getting off on his pain. The sensation settled in his throat, sank lower, like his guts were water and the thought a shining, heavy pebble.

"But don't worry." Mimi smirked. "I was planning on putting a nice, tidy mark on your chest, to the side, so no one would really notice. On, off, that's all. Stick a bit of antiseptic on it and it'll have faded in a week or two."

"What if I don't want it to fade?" he asked.

"What if I want to do it more than once?" she said, her eyes fixed on his, moving down to the triangle of flesh revealed beneath his opened shirt. "You're kneeling."

Sven hadn't even noticed, had slid right off the edge of the sofa while Mimi had been explaining, his raised hand still perfectly still, cupping the discarded ash like it was diamonds. He didn't respond, looked down at himself like he was expecting to see someone else's body there and not his own. Before he could answer, Mimi suck a single, naked foot out and pressed it against the crotch of his sweatpants, rubbed his half hard cock through the thin fabric.

"Take your shirt off." She said, her voice level as he shifted against her foot. "In fact, take all of your clothes off."

"What about this?" Sven raised his handful of ash to her.

Wash your hands in the kitchen sink then come back. Undress here." She said. "I want to watch you."

Sven stood. "Yes, Ma'am."

Mimi watched him walk away, leant forward on the sofa. "Did you always know you were into pain?"

"It's not pain." Sven answered, drying his hands on a kitchen towel. "It's the person behind it. Having someone to suffer for, that's what makes it. Pain on it's own doesn't do shit."

"Thank you." She watched him walk back, stand in front of her.

"My pleasure." He bent down and stole a kiss. "I'm happy I can make you happy."

Mimi smiled at him. "Get naked then." She said. "I want every last thread off you."

Sven obeyed. Dispensed with the sweatpants and his open shirt first. His t-shirt followed and in a matter of moments he stood naked before her, hands by his sides.

"Come here." Mimi said, watching him step forward. "Kneel down in front of me like you were before."

He nodded, bracing himself for the inevitable, adrenaline spiking through his chest. "Yes, Ma'am."

"You look tense now." Mimi teased. "The more tense you are the more it will hurt. Calm yourself." She kissed him on the cheek, her fingertips tracing with the lightest of touches over his cock. "Come here then."

She moved forward to the edge of the sofa so that she was close enough to him that her free hand could twist up, her fingers knotting into his hair. "I love you." She breathed, the words coming with the short, sharp burn and hiss of scalding flesh, a jolt of adrenaline popping through Sven's chest. His response was pure reflex; his fingers splayed and then, pressed into the small of Mimi's back, his head filled with the pain and tender words and the familiar scent of her perfume on her neck shot through with nicotine. Sven was devoid of words, groaned instead then pulled away, his chest pounding.

Mimi examined the mark, ran her finger over it gently. "You okay?" she looked up at him.

He nodded, grinned back, gasping. "Yes."

"Remember you can safeword, sweetie." Mimi stroked his cheek. "Two more."

"Now?" he asked.

Mimi nodded. "Yes. You ready?"

"Yes, Ma'am." Sven said. He exhaled, tried to centre himself. "I am."

"Good." Mimi stood, leant against the back of the sofa. "Touch yourself." She said, "Spit in your hand if you need to. I should have got you to get the lube and I forgot." She smiled. "Touch yourself like I'm not here. Like you're watching that humiliation porn you love so much."

Sven's face twisted into embarrassment but he obeyed regardless, swallowed hard and spat into his palm, began jerking his cock a slick wave of embarrassment and desire running through him. He settled his eyes on his moving hand, daren't look up at Mimi, knew damn well he'd be redder than the burn if he did. The heat rose in his chest and sank, replaced by the pressure building in his thighs and in his belly, curling around his leaking cock. Mimi walked slowly, moved behind him. Sven shuddered; felt himself getting closer didn't know if he should keep going or stop. Sven was close enough that he thought he'd come right there on the living room carpet until he felt Mimi's arm curl around his neck and the second burn sear into his flesh, pleasure and pain fighting inside of him until he could barely tell them apart. He gasped, his hand moving from his cock curling around her forearm pressed against his throat.

"Good boy." She kissed his temple as she drew the cigarette away, rubbed his shoulder with the arm still wrapped around his throat. "Such a good boy." Her hand ran over his chest and Mimi kissed his cheek again, soothing him. "Didn't quite get to finish, did we?' she purred.

"No, Ma'am." Sven breathed, his eyes fixed on his fading erection, need and frustration piling through him, the blood pulsing at the burn. He stared down at it, the vivid red mark, blurred into its twin.

"You ready for the third one?" Mimi kissed him again, dropped the spent cigarette into her glass.

Sven nodded, looked up at her. "Yes, Ma'am."

Mimi smiled, gestured for him to stand. "I'm so proud of you." She said. "What a good boy." She kissed the mark, moved upward and planted another kiss on his parted lips.

"Thank you." He said. "I...I wasn't expecting that."

"I know." Mimi smiled. "That's why I did it. I could do with another, please." She nodded towards the packet of cigarettes on the table.

"Yes." He picked them up, lit the second cigarette of the evening his hands shaking a little.

"Sit on the table." Mimi said, moved him gently in the direction of the dining table. He gave her a sideways look at which point, she repeated herself. "Do it."

Sven did so, his eyes widening as she knelt between his thighs, the cigarette poised between her fingers. "Please-" he began.

Mimi laughed, threw her head back, delighted. "Oh sugar." She sighed. "I'm not going to burn you there. My mouth is going there but not this." She flicked the ash from the cigarette, moved forward. "After all, you have been such a good boy." She lapped at the tip of his cock, her tongue darting outward. "Haven't you?"

"If you say so, Ma'am." He answered, his cheeks flushing.

"Ever the diplomat." Mimi smirked. She said nothing else; took him in her mouth and worked her tongue around him, felt her pussy slicken as he hardened in her mouth, the cigarette still smouldering precariously inches from his flesh. Mimi knew just when to move and how to flick her tongue and push her fingers just hard enough so that he would buck upwards into her mouth in a desperate attempt to fuck her. Inevitably, doing so meant that he took the burning embers directly into his hip that turned his moans of pleasure into a low, animal grunt. Mimi pulled away, watched him grit his teeth, his cock twitching.

"And we're done." She watched him rub his hip, groaning and walked back over to the glass of water, the cigarette floating in it and let the second one join it.

"You okay, baby?" Mimi kissed Sven as she passed, planted a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "I'm going to clean you up, okay?"

"Ma'am, I'm okay." Sven slid off the table. "I feel a little spaced out but I'm okay."

"Do you want a drink?' Mimi asked. "You should have something. It'll help."

"Juice, please."

Mimi nodded, pulled a first aid kit from a cupboard. "Go to the bedroom." She said. "Lie down." She walked over to him, held him close her hand stroking his back, soothing him. "Breathe."

"I'm okay." There was relief and laughter in his voice. "I need you."

Mimi looked down at his fingers curled into her hip and she nodded, smiled. "I'll be with you in two minutes." She said. "Go and get comfy."

"There." Mimi placed the last of the gauze on the bedside, took a long look at the burn on Sven's hip. "Are you definitely okay?" she asked. "You know this might take a while to come out if you're feeling subby now."

"I know." Sven sank into the sheets. "Why does this make me feel like I want to make out with you like we're seventeen?"

Mimi shook her head, her hair falling into her face. "I don't know." She whispered, pushing it back, her hand running over his bare shoulder. "Not that I mind." She leant forward, sucked at the first burn mark she'd made, her tongue pressed against the smarting skin. "It's highly underrated in my opinion."

"Good." He sighed, his arms gathering her up in a hug, their bodies flattened together, hands and mouths meeting in the middle.

"I love that you did this." Mimi said, her fingers rubbing circles around the mark on his chest. "That you let me mark you. What an act of love, sweet boy." She kissed him again until her lips tingled and her breath grew ragged. "It's like you're truly mine."

"I was always yours." He shook his head at her. "Of course I was. Always."

Mimi shrugged. "I like visual reminders, though." She smiled.

"You can't feel it like I can."

"But I know you can feel it." Mimi trailed her thumb across his cheek, cupped his jaw with her palm. "I know that you did it just for me and that is a beautiful thing."

"You're a beautiful thing." He hugged her, kissed her neck.

"Sweet talking me, too." Mimi teased.

"Can't you just take a compliment?" Sven said. "Why do you always have to go down fighting?'

"That's just how I am." Mimi said.

Sven nodded, his eyes drinking her in, the way her hair fell over her shoulder and she stretched out in the sheets. He felt like this would be one of those moments he would remember when time had wracked their lives and there was nothing left but memories. He and she still young and stupid about each other. He narrowed his eyes at her, turned her towards the light.

"Are you okay?" he asked, "You're not crying, are you?"

Mimi exhaled heavily, looked up, raising a smile. "I'm just happy." She said, her voice a low whisper, revelatory. "I spent so long sad, with this horrible, unresolved emptiness inside of me." She said.

"I know." Sven kissed her. He never liked to ask her about the past but knew that it had been difficult for her and that he had resolved in his heart to prevent that if he could, to assuage as much of the pain as possible.

"See this," Mimi's voice leveled off and she smiled at him, traced a circle around the cluster of burns, "feel that pain as only a tiny part of my love for you. Know that it's bigger and stronger and makes me happier than I can ever communicate."

"I know." Sven said. "Me, too."




Fantasy Fulfilled



"See it as a little gift." Mimi mused, stroking the space where the burn flared in a spatter of red. "My mark of appreciation."

"I will." Sven kissed her on the mouth. "Mine, too, isn't it?"

Mimi nodded, "And I am endlessly grateful for it, for you, for everything."

Sven said nothing, felt like he didn't need to or that everything he could think of paled in comparison to the bubbling happiness he felt then, Mimi's body warm against his under the sheets, the itching burns feeling like they had always meant to be there; a symbol of his dedication and her desire, a perfect kind of promise.

"All this emotion has turned into super, fucking horniness." Mimi laughed, the words floating upward. She moved, kissed him again. "Let me get on top of you." She said, shifting, sitting up. "I'm so turned on. That you took that is driving me crazy. Pass the lube."

Sven nodded, his hands falling to her hips as she moved, groaned as she slicked his length. "Like you even had to ask." He breathed.

"I didn't." Mimi smiled, jerked her hips forward, began to fuck him for the first time that night; a mark of appreciation.



Fantasy Fulfilled



I was blindfolded. I wasn't scared, more apprehensive perhaps. I had told Eric about my darkest fantasy, and I had finally agreed for him to help me fulfill it. I didn't know where I was, we had been driving for about an hour as far as I could judge. I was in the rear of Eric's car behind tinted glass, wouldn't do to be sitting in front with a blindfold on. 

Eric wasn't speaking, part of the build up towards fulfilling my dream, I supposed. My lower stomach flipped as I played through my fantasy in my mind. Would it be all I thought it would be? My panties were damp, no, actually soaked through. My cunt was tingling. 

The car slowed and I could hear the tires driving over gravel. The car stopped, my nervousness increased. Eric had said I could pull out at any time but I was determined to see things through. In the back of my mind, I knew Eric would have control over what was about to happen to me and be there to see that nothing too rough would occur. I hoped.

The rear door was opened and Eric took my arm and helped me out, a hand on my head lest I should bang it. It amused me that he was being so gentle bearing in mind my fantasy could involve involve an element of pain. I need to explain about my fantasy. Since I was young, I've always wished that I could be taken prisoner, blindfolded and tied. Forced to have sex in all my holes, mouth, pussy and ass. Though I've told Eric that the ass bit was just in my fantasy and don't think I would like it in real life.

I could hear birds singing, a dog barking. A slight breeze ruffled my thin dress which was all I was told I could wear. It was quite chilly despite it being nearly summer but it was early in the day. My nipples hardened and a fresh squirt of my pussy juice ran down my legs as I thought what could happen to me in the next few minutes. 

I conclude we were somewhere out of town in the country. Eric led me by the hand along a path which I hesitantly shuffled along. My heart was beating fast. Grass tickled my ankles. He told me to stop, stand still and not move. His first words since he had picked me up from my apartment.

I heard a jangle of keys, a padlock being unlocked and then what my mind interpreted as a hasp, squeakily being drawn over a staple, then hinges squealing as heavy doors were dragged open. I heard some muffled conversation, at least one other person was close by. I felt a hand on my arm pulling me forward, with a frisson of alarm I wondered if this was Eric or the other person. Musty animal smells hit my nostrils; I was in a barn of sorts. The doors squealed shut behind me, shutting me off from the world. Not a person apart from Eric knew where I was, I realised with a sense of dread. 

My hands were jerked forward and crossed. A rope was tied around them. Suddenly, my arms were pulled high in the air and just my toes made contact with the floor. My dress was torn from me. Dangling naked, I was spun around, whose hands were they? I hoped Eric was still here. Fingers brushed my nipples, tweaked them. More fingers trailed down my ribcage, over my hip onto my buttocks. My legs were parted, I felt warm breath on my pussy and an audible sniff. Ropes were tied round my ankles and my legs were stretched wide.

I was no longer in contact with the ground. I felt a rush of exhilaration. My pussy tingled and I could feel my juices on my thighs. Hands held open my cunt lips, a rasp of stubble scratched my inner thighs before I felt a tongue lick me from asshole to clit. My ass cheeks were spread and the tongue laved my tiny puckered hole. Another rush of juices flowed from me. 

A finger pushed into my ass, another, or was it a thumb slid into my pussy. I could feel them rubbing together through the thin membrane separating ass and pussy. I gasped as a jolt of orgasmic bliss surged from deep in my cunt. Little ripples I could have suppressed, but I wanted to be swamped by them. Juices flooded, pussy muscles cramped as wave after wave of euphoric pleasure spread from my loins. My body bucked and writhed, I screamed, I howled. This is what I had wanted, what I needed to experience, to fulfill my fantasy.

I had hardly come down from my high when a cock was unceremoniously shoved deep inside me. My hips were grabbed and the cock began thrusting hard and fast, stretching my cunt wide. My breasts were mauled, nipples savagely tweaked, the initial pain morphing into a delicious warmth. 

The rope holding my arms had been lowered at some point and I was now swinging like a hammock, legs wide apart. The cock inside me jackhammered, jolting my whole body. I came again, warm juices pouring. My head was forced round, a cock rubbed over my lips which eagerly opened to receive it. It's big mushroom head thrust deep causing me to gag.

-

The cock in my abused cunt jerked once, twice before filling its condom with its outpouring of lust. No sooner had it pulled out another cock took it's place. My whole body tingled with illicit desire, I wanted more, yes I wanted much more.

My orgasms were pretty continuous, my juices poured freely. Another filled condom followed by another large cock. The one in my mouth spurted it's seed to the back of my throat causing me to choke before managing to swallow it down. I wondered who my abusers were. Just as well I was blindfolded. I didn't want to see their sweaty, unshaven faces, eyes filled with lust. Using me with their dirty stinking cocks.

A pause, a respite. No surely they haven't finished? My body craved more cock. I was untied, stretched over a large wooded barrel, splinters scratching my breasts. Legs stretched wide, ass cheeks split apart, scratchy chin was licking my puckered, fluttering anus, tongue pushing past my ring. Ahh, yes! I pushed back on the tongue, relaxing my sphincter and allowing the tongue to lick deep inside my ass. 

Never having anything, not even my own fingers in my ass, I was surprised that I liked the feeling, but could I take a cock there? No sooner had that thought formed when my anal ring was slowly stretched by a cock persistently pushing, stretching me beyond pain. I screamed, but didn't utter the safe word. The mushroom head popped inside and my sphincter closed behind it, easing the pain. Warmth began to spread with the feeling of fullness.

Hands gripped my hips as the cock pushed ever deeper. It felt enormous, filling me. It slid back leaving a vacuum to drive forward again slowly. I guessed whoever's cock it was, was taking it slowly, maybe under instructions from Eric. He was out there watching over me for which I felt thankful. 

My head was jerked up by my hair. A condom covered cock filled my mouth, jerking rapidly in the last throes of cumming. The condom filled with a large quantity of semen which I rolled around with my tongue. At little twinge of disappoint at the use of a condom because I did love the taste of cum, relishing it as it slid down my throat.

The cock in my ass had picked up speed and was driving back and forth, plunging deep to almost pull out before driving hard in me again. My body jerked with each thrust and my body stretched over the barrel suffered more splinters. My hands hung free and I groped around feeling three pairs of legs. The owner of the middle pair had entered my mouth with his large cock, again condom covered. Reaching up the other legs I felt for the balls and cocks which were being jerked as the owners wanked over me.

I took over the masturbating and soon felt hot, creamy cum splattering over my face and hair. I felt so used and abused but it was what I had asked for. The condom in my mouth swelled as it was filled with a large amount of cum. Just how many men were surrounding me I didn't know but judging by the copious amount of spunk, there were quite a few. Either that or they were very heavy cummers.

The cock abusing my ass suddenly jerked. I felt a warm flow of its cum filling my bowels. I was cumming myself pretty constantly. I couldn't stop. This was everything and more of what I had asked for. Eric must just be watching for I could tell he wasn't one of the men who had already used me.

I was lifted from the barrel and laid on a blanket. It seemed that things were cumming to a conclusion. My mouth was opened and the several cum filled condoms had their contents squeezed in. I ran the cum around mouth squishing it through my teeth before swallowing it. 

I heard muffled talking, the barn door opening and the voices faded. I though I was alone but then I was lifted by Eric's strong arms. He removed the blindfold and the light stung my eyes. "How was it, baby? Everything you expected?" I couldn't speak, just clung to him, tears of happiness flowing...



Fantasy Fulfilled



This is my first submission to Literotica. I've had a blog for a few years and post stories like this on it but I don't get much feedback. As a new writer, I'd love any kind of feedback. 

Enjoy... 

***** 

The clouds finally parted, and a streak of sun shined on his life for the first time in two years. The light was named Anaé, and Nick knew the moment he saw her that she'd change him. 

She was lithe, with dark hair and big eyes. He approached her at a wine bar in the suburbs. Nick hated the fucking suburbs. To him they represented the lies of marriage. The lies of the middle class American family. He left the suburbs, and all its lies, two years ago and found a small room at a downtown motel. The place was old, but clean and fairly safe. He took a second floor room and moved in a few personal things to make it home. 

"I like malbec...from Mendoza." Anaé sat across the table from him, her lips perfectly glossed and pouted. 

"I do too." Nick had caught her eye as she ordered her first glass and waited until her glass was empty before making the bold move to ask her if she was expecting someone. She wasn't, and after the usual pleasantries, they settled at a quiet table. 

"Have you been to Argentina?" Nick asked. He was dressed in his work attire. A suit. Nick was a suit now and although he'd once hated the idea of tying a tie each morning, it had grown on him. 

"I have. Have you been?" Anaé kept her glass close to her face as she talked. Her eyes were painted dark. Nick liked that. Like wearing a tie, he'd let go of previous prejudices about women and what he found attractive. She wore a black cocktail dress that fit her perfectly. 

"I haven't. It's on the list." He smiled, then tasted the wine. 

"Oh, there's a list? I must hear more about this." Anaé smiled as she talked, her eyes teasing Nick. 

"Actually, I don't have a list. Just a few things I'd like to experience." Nick held her gaze. His heart flipped in his chest, then flipped again. He hadn't had the attention of a woman like this since well before he was married. 

"Tell me some of the things on this list, I'm interested." Anaé touched the glass to her lips and continued to stare at him. 

"Will you tell me some of yours?" Nick asked. Anaé nodded, smiling. 

Over the next hour they shared, wine and stories. Aspirations. At one point Anaé excused herself to the ladies' room and Nick noticed how the men looked at her. 

When she returned the eyes of the men were again on her body, her beauty. They couldn't help themselves. The conversation continued. More wine. More smiles and sharing. They grew increasingly comfortable with one another. The bar emptied out, suburbanites returning to their heavily mortgaged homes with manicured lawns and friendly neighbors. Nick had no mortgage, no lawn, and his neighbors included a drunken writer and a young couple who'd eloped. 

"Tell me, Nick," Anaé smiled devilishly at him. "Is there anything sexual on your list of things you'd like to experience?" 

Again, their eyes locked as Nick considered the question. The malbec dampened his nerves, and heightened his sexual senses. "Just one." he said. 

"Tell me." she said. 

Nick began. 

He woke with a wine induced headache that subsided when he remembered his night with Anaé. His morning was spent sipping black coffee, ignoring the work on his desk, and replaying the conversation from the night before. He floated when he thought of her words, her smiles, and the way she felt in his arms when they hugged before leaving in separate taxis. His confidence refreshed him with possibility. 

At three in the afternoon, while in the break room pouring what must have been his tenth cup of coffee, his phone beeped the familiar sound of an incoming text. His heart filled, then filled even more when he saw it was from her. 

'There's something I'd love to show you tonight. ;-)' Nick read the message again. He contemplated the possibilities. He read the message again as he walked back to his desk, spilling coffee on his shirt. At his desk, he read it again. 

He ignored his work for the next twenty minutes, the same as he'd ignored it all day, then answered Anaé's text, 'I'd love to see. 8 o'clock.' He added his address and room number. 

Once home from work, he poured himself a drink and took a shower. He put on a fresh shirt and pants. His thoughts were scattered, yet focused only on her. At 8:15 he checked his phone to see if he was mistaken on the time he'd given her. He poured another drink. At 8:25 he heard a car door slam in the parking lot below. He glanced through the thin curtain and saw her, Anaé. It was only then that he was certain it wasn't all a dream. 

She had on a long black coat and her hair was pulled back. He lost sight of her while she climbed the motel steps but his heart jumped nonetheless when she tapped on his door. He opened it, smiled, and without a word, welcomed her into his room. 

He handed her a drink, whiskey, per their conversation the night before. She touched the glass to her lips without taking her eyes off his. She was even more stunning than he'd remembered. The room was illuminated only by the red neon light of the motel sign near the road. 

Nick sat in the chair near the window. He downed his drink, an attempt to quell the nerves. She bent over and set her drink on the small table next to Nick. He could smell her perfume. 

Anaé stood before him and opened the coat. Under it, she wore only a short, black camisole. She took the coat off her shoulders and set it on the bed next to him. She stood still for a moment, and then began moving her hips back and forth, slowly. There was no music, but Anaé moved her body with a slow rhythm. Nick settled in his chair. 

Anaé's hands caressed her body through the silk camisole. Her fingertips traced her hips and across her chest. Nick watched, fighting the urge to reach out and grab her small body and hold it against his. After a few moments, Anaé took the thin straps off her shoulders and let the lingerie fall off her breasts. They were small, with dark nipples that were puckered and standing up. 

She moved between Nick's knees and bent over, her hands resting on his thighs. Without kissing, she grazed her lips over his. Nick again fought his instinct to take her. She continued tracing her lips over his cheek and down his neck. 

Anaé stood, and pushed the camisole down over her hips. It fell to the floor. She was naked now, and Nick could see the small black patch of pubic hair between her legs. It was sleek, and lay flat against her body. He watched as she began moving her hips again, though this time, he could see the entirety of her body. She turned around, like her breasts, her ass was small and round, not yet affected by the cruelty of gravity. 

Again she put her hands on Nick's thighs and touched her lips to his. They were sticky, and her breath smelled of the whiskey she stopped and sipped every few minutes. Not yet had a word been spoken, but so much had been shared and experienced since she entered his room. 

Anaé held Nick's head with both hands and massaged his face with her nipples. They were as hard as pebbles. Nick opened his mouth and let them in. His hands, which had hung at his side until now, were on her hips. Anaé ran her fingers through his hair while Nick tasted her breasts. 

Anaé rubbed Nick's penis through his pants, then lowered his zipper and took him out. Her long, delicate fingers wrapped around him, and Nick let out a sigh. Anae stood, and walked to the dresser across. 

Nick stood, and moved behind her. He traced his finger tips up and down her back for a moment, their eyes locked in the reflection of the mirror. He kissed her thin neck and shoulders, kneeding her breasts and nipples with his hands. She bent over the dresser, her eyes inviting Nick to put himself inside her. He did, slowly. Anaé gasped, then looked at Nick over her shoulder. 

She was tight around him, pulsing with each stroke. Nick knew he wouldn't last long, the moment was too electric, too intense. This young, exotic girl, smart, well travelled, and here she was, fulfilling one of his fantasies. It wasn't lost on him that her every move had been about him. About making his moment perfect. She was still looking over her shoulder at him with that same devilish smile on her face as she had the night before when she asked if any of his unfulfilled experiences were sexual. Nick smiled at her. It was then, the moment perfect, that Nick finished inside her. 

Anaé turned around and Nick kissed her deeply. He wrapped his arms around her small, naked body and held her tight. Then, still without a word, Anaé moved away from him, put on her coat and stuffed the camisole into her purse. She smiled at him as he held the door, then she left. 

Nick watched out the window as she climbed in a waiting taxi. 

A few hours later, his mind still full of the images of Anaé dancing before him, Nick's phone beeped the familiar sound of an incoming text. It was her. 

The clouds that had shadowed his world for the past two years were now fully parted.



Fantasy Fulfilled



She struggles into her computer room, its been a long day. Her feet hurt and it feels good to let her feet rest. She fires up the computer, slowly massaging her ankles while it boots. Her email program pops up with new mail waiting. Suddenly she perks up as this could only mean one thing.

A week ago she posted a profile on a website that caters to men and women, looking to hook-up for a night of fun. She had created her profile and had been so busy with work, she totally forgot about it.

Ann is happily married to Rick. They are very secure in their relationship. They have been married for 5 years and have had many wild sexual encounters with each other.

Ann is a natural blonde, 37 years old, 5' 7", nice soft 36c tits, nipples the size of quarters, a body you just love to hug and hold onto. She keeps her pussy trimmed short and sexy. And when really excited, she can squirt her love juices as she comes.

Rick is brown hair cut short, 34 years old, 5' 11" with a 7" cut cock, and is average in build.

Rick suggested she sign up for the website. He found it exciting to think his beautiful wife would be able to fulfill some of her fantasies. One of her fantasies involved having two cocks in her pussy at once.

Ann starts reading thru some of the responses, some sound exciting, and some are instantly rejected. She hears the front door open and close. Rick is home.

Rick places his keys and wallet on his nightstand and looks for Ann. He finds her in the computer room in deep thought. "Hi honey!" he exclaims. 

He recognizes the web site she is on and asks, "Have you found any interesting prospects?" He doesn't even need an answer as he reaches between her legs, and feels her wet pussy juice soaking thru her panties and her hose.

"Rick, don't start something you can't finish" as she shudders under his touch.

"Show me all the prospects you have so far" he says.

As he watches she scrolls thru the emails and deletes the responses that are not worth even considering. She has a few left on the screen. They go thru them together. They isolate it down to one person that sounds interesting. 

He is traveling thru a city about an hour and a half away. He will be in town for the day and heading out again.

"Send him a response and see if he might be interested in fulfilling your fantasy Ann."

She respond's to his email and lays out her fantasy, to see if he is interested. Then she closes down the computer and heads to their room. Her panties are soaked just thinking about the possibilities.

Rick is laying on the bed, naked, holding his hard stiff erection straight up in the air. She can see the veins bulging around his closed fist. She closes the distance to the bed, leaning over and placing his cock head at her lips and lightly squeezes it with her lips. She is ready for him.

She slips her dress off, exposing her bra encased breasts, lacy low cut bra accenting her cleavage. He can see that her panties are soaked, the moisture wetting her hose as well.

She pulls her panties and hose down in one swift motion. She climbs on the bed and raises her leg over his head. She leans over and starts licking on his swollen cock. 

As she licks, she slowly lowers her moist pussy to his lips. She can feel his tongue as it slowly laps at her slit, then he slides his tongue into her cunt as far as he can reach.

He can feel her warm mouth engulf his cock as she slowly sinks her mouth down his shaft. He has to pace himself or he will blow quickly. His shaft is engulfed with a wet warmness that makes his body tighten as he grips the sheets. 

Even though he loves to cum in her mouth and her drink it down, thats not happening tonight. He gently pulls her head off his shaft and guides her around to where she is facing him, straddling his waist.

She reaches behind her, grabs his cock and guides it to her moist entrance. She slowly lowers herself onto his cock, feeling it fill her hot pussy. She can feel his cock bottom out in her pussy.

She is too worked up, she starts raising and lowering her hot pussy on his cock. 

He reaches up and plays with her breasts, kissing the nipples and sucking them in his mouth. He runs the tip of his tongue around her areole making her nipples stiffer. He alternates between them giving both attention. 

He grabs her waist and helps her up and down on his cock, as he thrusts up against her downward thrusts. He can feel her getting wetter.

She has started pumping hard up and down on his cock, matching his upward thrusts. She can feel her juices running down her legs and making their joined crotches slippery. Her thrusting increases to the point she is humping his cock rapidily, her ass bouncing up and down in a blur.

"I'm cummming!" She breathily warns him.

Rick takes her cue and thrusts up into her cunt and holds his cock in her pussy. His cock pulses as he squirts his cum into her pussy. While he is squirting into her pussy, he feels her powerful pussy muscles tighten around his cock.

Ann cannot hold back and starts shaking, her body cumming on his cock. She can feel her herself squirting all over his cock as she cums. Only when she is really excited and riding his cock will she squirt. 

Her shaking slows as her orgasm rips thru her and she lowers her body to his. She loves laying there holding him as their breathing slowly returns to normal.

She slides off his chest and cuddles his side.

I think she is excited over the responses to her ad, he thinks to himself as they drift off for a nap.

********

John was a business man, married, travels sometimes with his job. He had signed up with this web-site looking for a married couple looking to have fun. He was 42, salt and pepper hair, 6' tall with a average size cock, but his girth made for a tight fit.

Rick and Ann had pre-arranged to meet John at the hotel bar where he was staying. As they walked in the bar, they scanned around and found John sitting at the bar. Luckily they were not real busy, so it was easy to spot him. Ann sat next to John, and Rick sat opposite John, beside his wife Ann.

They asked about his trip and usual small talk. Basically getting to know John a little better to make sure that they felt comfortable with him. After finishing his drink John asked "you ready to go to my suite?"

Ann thought that was a silly question, her panties were soaked.

She wore a white colored blouse, v- cut with lace, green jacket with green skirt, with cream colored hose. A garter belt for her thigh high hose, and lacy white panties.

As they all rode the elevator to the room, Ann could feel the butterflies in her stomach. She feels Rick lightly grab her ass cheek and smile at her. Her stress level goes down as she knows Rick is their with her.

After John opens the door, he goes to the sitting area and sits on the couch. There is a love seat next to the couch on the left and Rick sits on it. Ann goes into the restroom by the door and freshens up.

Ann comes out of the bathroom and walks toward John. He is excited and already has his hard cock sticking out of his pants. She places her jacket on the desk chair, removes her blouse, and drops her skirt to the floor. She walks over to John sitting there and kneels in front of him. She grabs his cock and starts licking and sucking on his cock.

Rick is too excited and moves the coffee table out of the way. He looks down at his wife, on her knees with John's cock in her mouth. He pulls her panties to the side and slips his cock in her wet pussy. He slides in with ease and buries his cock to the hilt. Rick starts pumping her pussy slowly, now is not the time to cum. 

Ann's head is bobbing up and down on John's rigid cock. She slowly pulls her mouth to his crown, then buries his cock in her mouth. Ann can tell John is getting excited. "Let's move to the bed" she said with a lusty smile

Ann goes to the king sized bed as she is pulling John along by the hand.

"John lay down on your back on the bed with your legs hanging over the end" she stated excitedly.

After he lays on the bed, she gobbles his cock back down her throat. She gives him a few good sucks and strokes with her hand. Satisfied he is hard enough, she cast her panties to the floor and climbs up his body on the bed. When she get's close to him, he reaches around with one hand and unsnaps her bra. She lets her bra fall and throws it out of the way.

Ann grabs his cock and positions it at her entrance. John grabs her breasts and lightly squeezes and kisses her nipples. She lowers her hot pussy to his cock, albeit slowly because she is not used to his girth. She can feel his cock stretch her pussy a little, as she slowly slides down his rod. 

When she bottoms out, she sits there for a few seconds, then starts working his cock in and out of her pussy.

Rick comes up to the bed and looks down at the sight before him. His wife is on top of another man, and her pussy is stretched slightly with his swollen cock. Rick looks at her rosebud begging for him, but tonight that will have to wait. She want two cocks in her pussy.

Rick places his hard cock on top of John's cock and slowly starts pushing his hard cock into her pussy. She lets out a little whimper,she has never been so full. Slowly Rick continues pushing as far as he can physically push his cock inside her. 

"Are you ok?" Rick asks Ann.

"Yes she hisses, fuck me."

John and Rick start shoving their cocks in and out of her pussy. At first, its a little clumsy till they get a rhythm going. Ann is moving her ass and pussy around, as she enjoy's the fullness of two cocks in her pussy.

Ann can hardly contain her excitement as she writhes on the two cocks spearing her pussy. Her juices are flowing out of her pussy and down John's crotch. She wimpers as she get closer to orgasm. John is still playing with her tits and raising her excitement level even higher.

Rick and John feel incredible tightness encasing their cocks. John is getting closer to orgasm as well. Rick has plenty of staying power and is letting his wife enjoy two cocks in her pussy.

Ann comes closer to orgasm and hears John moaning under her. "Cum with me" she said as they achieve mutual orgasms.

Rick feels her pussy tighten even more, and feels John's cock throbbing beside his. He knows his wife's pussy is being filled with John's cum.

Rick pulls out and just looks at his wife's well fucked pussy. Cum running out of her hole.

"I need your cum" Ann said to Rick, as she rolls off John. She moves to get comfortable and pulls her husband to her. "Fuck me with your hard cock and fill my pussy with your cum!"

Rick slides his hot cock into his wife and starts pounding her pussy. He can feel the cum in her pussy and pumps his hips up and and down on her. Kissing her and playing with her tits, he arches his back and cums as he thrusts down into her pussy to the hilt.

Ann looks into her husbands eye and says "Thanks for fulfilling my fantasy!"



Fantasy Fulfilled



Kavita was in bed with her husband Ravi, kissing and fondling each other. She took his semi erect cock in her hand and started to caress it with soft hands. He pulled her over him and kissed her lips. 

"You look so fresh and lovely," he caressed her long hairs. 

"You know what happened today in office," she spoke casually. He was all ears. 

"Narang, my boss, you know how he is!! He was getting naughty with me," she felt his cock twitch.

"Ohh, What did he do," Ravi looked excited.

"Well I told you earlier also that he is always trying to get into my pants."

"You never told me that," he looked at her accusingly.

"Ohh haven't I... Well... Ah... Umm... I had...," she stopped as if not able to find words. 

Ravi opened her gown and slipped his hand inside grabbing a handful of her titties, "you must have been giving him all the wrong signals." Kavita squirmed at his touch and giggled.

"No I am not; he is the one who is coming on to me."

He kissed her boobs and flickered his tongue around her tout nipples, "Keep telling."

"Well he cornered me in the store room," she spoke. 

His cock sprang into life and was rock hard; he groaned and sucked hard on her nipples. 

"Why you seem to like it, don't you," she spoke stroking his cock. 

"Tell me everything, you naughty girl," he grunted. 

"Ouch!! Not so hard," Kavita grabbed his hand trying to stop him from mauling her boobs. 

"Tell me," he gritted his teeth and pinched them harder.

"Uggg, Ahhh... he grabbed me in the store room during lunch hour... I was alone..." she kissed his head which was buried in her breasts and caressed his balls. 

"He pulled my Saree above my waist and bent me over the table," she continued her story, "and placed his hard cock on my pussy by pulling aside the panties." 

"Was he rough with you?"

"Yesss... he was very forceful, he forced his cock inside my pussy." 

"Was he big?"

"Mmmm... he was big and strong and he pinned me under him." She pushed Ravi on the bed and climbed over him, she knew that he cannot continue to caress his cock or else he will cum in her hand. She guided his hard cock into her wet pussy and slides down on him. 

"Ahhh... you are so hot and wet, ummm," he moaned as his cock felt the warmth. Kavita started to slowly move her ass and fuck him while continuing to tell her made up story. Ravi was not able to take the teasing for a long time and threw her on the bed and climbed over her.

"I will fuck you so hard that your pussy will ache for weeks," he gritted his teeth and started to ram his cock into her. Kavita closed her eyes and prepares herself to flow with the waves of the strong orgasm building inside her. 

"Why don't you do that for real," Ravi spoke as they lay in each other's arms after the very satisfying sex. 

"That was real," she teased him.

"Don't bullshit me... you are so lovely and sexy," he moved his hand across her nude body, "any men would be willing to kill for you."

"I know that but I don't want any bloodshed," she laughed.

Ravi sighed; he knew this would remain one of his fantasies she will never agree to do it in real. 

"At least do it once," he pleaded but looking at her smiling face he knew it was all going to deaf ears. 

Kavita had collage education and was working with a company as accountant. She got married to Ravi at the age of nineteen and now even at thirty eight years she looks stunning. She had not gained any extra flesh even after the birth of two daughters. Having an average height and a beautiful 36C boobs which look bigger than the size suggests, she turns head wherever she goes. 

Ravi was also a smart looking guy but the middle age was catching up with him, a little bit of pot belly and greying thinning hairs tells the story. His father owns a jewellery shop and also a flourishing diamond business and he was the only son, so he joined the business immediately after completing the studies. Although financially Kavita doesn't need to work but once her daughters were old enough to go to school she needed to do something. 

Kavita remembered how naive she was when she got married. Although she was not a virgin at the time of marriage she had experienced sex couple of times but still she was unknown to so many facets of sex. She remembers how giving oral was a big issue for her and how every time Ravi has to bribe her to get that. As the years passed by she started to know the power she has over Ravi when it comes to sex. During the early days of marriage he was ready to do anything for oral sex, giving as well as receiving. Same was the case with anal sex or trying any other activity, be it sex in unorthodox places, taking nude pictures, filming them while having sex. Those times she felt very powerful having a hold on him and moreover the sex was still very exciting between them even after being married for over nineteen years. 

Ravi always had a thing about Kavita with other men. He always felt excited when he notice any guy checking her out, he felt proud that no matter how much the other guys wish but she is always his. It took him years to realize this and then to admit to her. 

At first Kavita was appalled, 'how could he even think like this,' she could not understand. When he continued to bring up the subject, she Googled it and was surprised to see tonnes of material on the net regarding this kind of fantasy. She was fascinated to read it and understood Ravi's behaviour. Her point of view changed and she started to play along. She found her control increased manifold and now she has to just mention about another guy and he is hard as rock. The sex improved tremendously and she started to enjoy it although she never contemplated doing it in real. She would make up stories during foreplay and Ravi would be charged like a bull, although she has to be careful not to overdo it else he ejaculates prematurely. 

Ravi woke up in the morning and saw Kavita already taken bath and was looking like a fresh rose. 

"Good morning honey," she smiled handing him a cup of tea. 

"Good morning darling," he pushed back on the bed rest and admired the beauty; she loves to wear Sarees and was wearing one today. Tucked far below the navel, her flat abdomen and belly button were presenting an exotic view. The blouse seems to be tight on her ample bosom and the crevice between the tities was tempting. 

"What are you staring at," she blushed. He attempted to grab her hand but she slipped back giggling, "don't try to get naughty early in the morning, everyone is awake in the house and you have grown up daughters."

"Just a good morning kiss," but she giggled and moved back, "finish your tea and get ready you remember today we have to go to Delhi." 

He remembered the wedding of his cousin's daughter at Delhi and the two of them were attending from the family as his daddy was busy with the business and daughters were busy with their classes. He nodded and watched Kavita's ass as she walked out 'I will get you in the train,' he murmured. 

It was a big fat Punjabi Indian marriage and they enjoyed their three day stay at Delhi. While returning to take a train to Mumabi they got a bit late in the Delhi traffic and by the time they reached the railway station the train was about to leave. His cousin who came to see them off, hurriedly pushed their luggage inside the AC first class compartment door as the train started to move. They waved good bye to them and the train picked up speed.

"My god just in the nick of time," Kavita breathed a sigh of relief.

"Yeah," Ravi breathed heavily, "now help me with these suitcases and pull them inside our coupe." 

Kavita pulled one while Ravi was behind her struggling with other two, she looked for 'D' and found a tall man standing on the door.

"Let me help you," he got hold of the suitcase and dragged it inside.

"Thank you so much," she smiled. Ravi manages to pull the other two and was breathless. 

"Hello, I am Manoj Narang," he extended his hand, "Travelling to Mumbai," he enquired. 

"Yeah, I am Ravi and she is my wife Kavita," Ravi shook hands with him while Kavita greeted him with folded hands 'Namestay.'

Kavita felt jittery as she heard his name 'Narang' his fantasy lover and boss, she looked coyly towards Ravi who was smiling sheepishly probably thinking same. 

"See the vast difference in climate while it's so cold and foggy in Delhi at Mumbai it's hot and humid," Narang spoke to start a conversation, "I was to travel by plane but last moment all flights cancelled due to fog."

"Too bad, it's always dicey taking a flight during winter season from Delhi," Kavita spoke while Ravi was still catching his breath. 

"I am SP (Superintendent of Police) in Mumbai police department," he continued, "came to Delhi for a meeting... you belong to Delhi?"

"Wow!! SP... You don't look like a policemen... you don't have the big belly and ugly face," Kavita exclaimed. 

Narang didn't seem to mind at all and burst out laughing, Ravi also smiled customarily, "You seem to be watching too many Bollywood movies." He felt proud that at the age of forty nine also he was in good shape and don't have that pot belly synonym to Indian police. 

"We belong to Mumbai and came to Delhi to attend a marriage function," Ravi explained. The small talks continued, Kavita and Narang soon started to chat like long lost friends. 

The train coupe was a separate enclosure for four people, two sleeper opposite to each other and two sleepers on top of each one. They were three so they were expecting that maybe the fourth passenger would board the train from next station. Ravi dug out a book and settled down while Kavita moved to Narang's side of sleeper and sat beside him. 

It was four thirty in the evening and the train will reach Mumbai next morning eight thirty five, it's a long journey but is comfortable in first class. Ravi glanced towards Kavita and was surprised finding her engrossed talking with Narang. The ticket collector dropped in to check the tickets. They handed over their tickets and after inspecting he enquired about the fourth passenger. 

"Humm... must have missed the train," he spoke, "well have a nice journey and keep the door locked from inside, the next station is Kota and will reach around nine." He left and Ravi closed the coupe's sliding door. 

"This is my daughter," Kavita had his mobile phone open and was showing family pictures to him almost leaning into him. Ravi felt odd at her behaviour she was not so talkative and does not open to strangers like this. Narang was showing all interest and also had his mobile phone on to show some of his own photographs. 

"Ohh... she is your daughter... you don't look like a mother of a grown up child," Narang spoke while Kavita giggled. 

"Asshole trying to use the same age old line of flirting," Ravi thought and was surprised to see that Kavita was giggling. He pretended to be engrossed in the book but continued to keep an eye on their activities. 

Narang was surprised when Kavita sat beside him. He looked at her and found an extremely hot wife, draped in an elegant Saree. The long hairs neatly tied behind her neck and reaching upto her waist. The Saree was well below the navel and showing her flat abdomen while the boobs looks like ready to burst out of its restraints. She was sitting close enough for him to smell the sweet perfume she was wearing. He had a magazine in his hand but was hardly able to open it as she kept him engaged in talks. He continued to talk to her about his profession and she showed interest while telling him about her job and family in Mumbai. He glanced at the husband and found an average looking middle age guy engrossed in a book and paying little attention to his wife. Well he was not complaining, 'the journey would be interesting,' he thought. He showed pictures of his wife and son and continued to engage her in talk. 

"This is my son, completed the CA course and would be joining a reputed firm in Mumbai soon."

"He look nice, why he didn't wanted to work in police," she enquired.

"He has chosen to study accountancy," he shrugged his shoulders. 

Ravi was unable to understand the behaviour of Kavita, she has never done like this and he didn't know how to respond. Suddenly his heart leaped out of his chest when he saw Kavita leaned onto him showing him something and her shoulder met his. He saw that she didn't pull back but kept it pressed against him while continuing to talk animatedly. He felt excited; his cock grew in size and was making a tent in his pant. He quietly adjusted it and watched in amazement as she slipped closer to him and allowed her body to touch his. What is she doing? Is she flirting with this man in his presence, has she decided to make his fantasy a reality. He looked at the man, he appeared to be older than him but in good shape. He was a policeman and a masculine arrogance scintillates from his face. Then he remembered his name 'Narang' always the other man in the fantasies, he felt his gut wrench. 

After sometime Narang excuses himself for a loo. 'This woman is coming onto him or is she just a talkative woman stuck with a boring husband', he thought, 'but she isn't realizing that she is sending all kinds of wrong signals.'

He walks in the corridor towards the toilets and dialled his office at Mumbai.

"Hey Sumeet," he spoke as soon as the call connected, "you have to do a job urgently and very confidentially."

"Sure Sir," Summet was all attention; it is not every day that the big boss gave some direct orders. Narang give all the details of Ravi and Kavita and asked him to verify it urgently. 

"I have forwarded you a picture of both of them, verify it urgently and come back to me in fifteen minutes," he ordered. He forwarded the picture Kavita exchanged with him during the chat. 

"But Sir!! Fifteen minutes, I won't even be able to reach this locality in fifteen minutes let alone verify their identity," he objected.

"Do it," he ordered and ended the call. He looked satisfied, 'I ought to know about them, if they are what she has told or is it some kind of trap, although I don't mind falling into this hot and sexy trap.' He entered the toilets, "the fourth passenger has very conveniently missed the train," he murmured. 

As soon as Narang stepped out into the corridor Ravi kept his book aside and looked towards Kavita enquiringly. She smiled mysteriously. 

"What is this?" he enquired. 

She walked seductively towards him, "isn't this what you always wanted." 

He nodded foolishly. 

"Well I have decided to fulfil you fantasy," she whispered dramatically. 

"But... but..." he stammered, "He is so ugly," he made a bad face. 

"He is much fitter than you and beside it's me who has to sleep with him not you." 

He was shocked and speechless at her blunt approach. Suddenly she started to laugh hysterically. He looked at her not understanding while she continued to laugh then she hugged him tightly. 

"O' my darling husband," she crushed him against her bosom, "I wanted to give you a real feeling of your fantasy, how did you feel when I was getting cosy with him." He didn't know what to say. 

"I knew you would chicken out if I ever try it in real," she continued to laugh.

"No... no... I didn't chicken out... it's just that this man does not appear to be my kind." 

"Well I told you already, I am the one picking the guy and I have picked him," she smiled, "and you will never be able to approve any man I pick, that is why my darling... it is best that this remain a fantasy." 

"Off course darling, you can pick... it's just that I was taken by surprise," he realized that she was teasing him and he felt the thrill, "would you do it."

"We will see," she smiled mischievously and touched his groin, "O' my god you are hard," she chuckled. 

"Please do it," after the initial shock, he was feeling the thrill again. 

The conversation ended as they heard Narang on the door. He had brought some sandwiches and coffee for all. 

"No need to buy all this," Kavita told him, "we have so much food packed," she pulled out the bag from under the seat.

"His brother's wife packed so much," she explained and pulled out the sweet box. They shared the food like a nice fellow travellers and ate together. There was a lull in the coupe as each one was engrossed in his own thoughts. Ravi was on the edge not knowing if she is only teasing him or will actually try something. Narang was suspicious and was anxiously waiting for the call from his subordinate and Kavita was looking back at what she has started on impulse. She just wanted to tease Ravi a little bit and give him a real feeling of his fantasy and was not serious doing it actually. She was not surprised by his reaction; she knew he would be excited, jealous and hard at the same time. She glanced at Narang and felt ashamed, 'what he must be thinking about her.' 

Suddenly Narang's phone rang; he looked at the caller and was happy that not in fifteen minutes but at least his subordinate had called him in one hour and fifteen minutes. He took the call and responded in 'yes,' 'no,' 'ok,' and then put down the phone looking satisfied. So they are real couple from Colaba, Mumbai, he was happy with the outcome of his enquiry. "It means that either this woman is really talkative and dumb or she is stuck up in a frustrating marriage with this guy," he thought, either way he is not complaining, 'I am going to have a nice journey,' he stretched a bit and then realized that he has to make sure that the ticket collector does not allot the vacant seat to a fourth passenger. 

He went out to look for him and asked him to allot the seat to him. He looked at him suspiciously, "you already have a seat."

"It's for my friend he will board from Ratlam," he pulled out few thousand rupees notes and pushed them in his hand, "no need to issue a receipt," he told him and this ensured that he is not bothered anymore as to why he wants another seat for himself. 

He returned to the coupe and slipped beside her.

"Hey show me your palm," he casually asked her. 

"What!! You know how to read palm," she responded on instinct and then realised that this is the oldest trick in the book to hold the hand of a girl. She was not sure if she wants to continue but he held her hand. She quickly glanced towards Ravi and he was pretending to be engrossed in the book not knowing what is happening around.

"Humm, you are well educated, married at a young age," he started like he is reading from her palm.

"So suddenly you became a palmist," she chuckled.

"Yes I know how to read palm," he continued telling something from commonsense and caressed her hands looking directly into her eyes. She blushed.

Ravi stretched yawning and put his book down. He got up and walked out for a loo and Kavita became very nervous being left alone with him. As soon as the sliding door was shut Narang pulled her towards him. She fell face first over his chest and he moved his other hand around her taking her into his embrace. She instinctively tried to pull back but he held her firmly and placed his mouth over her lips. 

Ravi stepped out into the corridor and walked toward the toilets feeling aroused. He felt a strange excitement like he has never felt before. Will this man try to take advantage of his absence; he wanted something to happen but was not sure what the possibilities in this situation are. He entered the toilet and started to take a leak finding it extremely difficult to piss with erect penis. 

All the teasing since evening and the illicit nature of the activity had made Kavita extremely horny. Narang was grabbing her boobs over the blouse and was squeezing it hard as Kavita opened her mouth and kissed him back eagerly. She darted her tongue forward and let him suck onto it. She arched her body in pain and groaned as he pinched the nipples. 




Fantasy Fulfilled



"Leave me... ugg... please... my husband will be back any second," she pleaded as she realized that the things were getting out of hand. Narang continued to explore her body and only let her go when he heard some noise on the door. 

As Ravi entered the coupe he looked at them and tried to figure out if anything happened between them, Kavita was silent and was not chirping like previously. After a pause of few minutes she moved back to his side and Ravi felt something amiss. Kavita announced that she is feeling tired and want to sleep so she asked Ravi to take the upper sleeper. Ravi took the sleeper opposite to her and directly above Narang, from this point he could see her preparing for the bed. She closed the lights and pulled the sheets over her. 

In the dim light of night lamp she could clearly see both of them. She saw both of them looking at her as if expecting something. As her eyes met Narang he signalled towards the door indicating her to go out with him. She glanced towards Ravi; he had his eyes fixed on her as if begging her to cuckold him. She can still feel the taste of his tongue and the rough hand on her boobs, a tingling sensation ran between her legs. Several minutes passed and she stared at both of them blankly. 

Ravi was nervously fidgeting, in the dim lights also he can clearly see her and the looks on her face was threatening him. Will she do it; he was trembling, waiting in anticipation. It seems like hours before he saw some movement and she got up from her sleeper. She covered the short distance between the two sleepers in one stride and was standing right in front of him. Her face was level to his face. He saw in horror as she stared to undress. He could not see but he knew Narang is on the lower seat watching her. His heart leaped as she threw the Saree on floor, next came the petticoat and she was standing in just a bra and panty. This is happening, this is real and she is going to fuck this man. 'My wife would be taken by this man,' it dawned upon him and it hit him hard, his body started to shake. He started to get up but Kavita placed a firm hand on his chest and pushed him back on the seat. Narang said something in a whisper which he was not able to understand.

"He is fast asleep," she replied to Narang in a calm voice looking straight into Ravi's eyes, "he has taken his sleeping pills and he needs drums to wake him up." Ravi felt hurt his face was contorted as he looked into her eyes. Her hand on his chest felt so heavy that he was finding it difficult to breath. He wanted to say something but his voice failed him. 

Ravi saw two hands came out from the lower seat and grabbed her by the waist. He watched in panic as the large hands grabbed the tiny panty and pulled it apart, 'snap' the elastic broke and the panty tore into two parts. He threw it over the heap of clothes and his hands were all over her naked buttocks. He heard her gasp; her eyes were wide open as she looked beyond him. Then she was gone, disappeared into the lower seat, pulled away by him. He stared helplessly into the vacuum. 

Narang pulled her sharply into the bed with him. He was horny for a long time and went berserk watching her undress. There was no room for any foreplay, he threw her on the sleeper and climbed over her. His hands moved expeditiously over her body, a hard tug at nipples, a squeeze of buttocks and then yanked her legs apart. As his hand explored the hot snatch a long grunt emanated automatically from her throat. 'Yeah she is wet.' He pulled her both legs up bending her into half and lined his cock over the labia. 

"Ahhhh...my god," she squealed and her eyes opened wide as the hot cock slipped inside spreading her cunt. Entire cock was impaled in one swift stroke and she cried out loud feeling the girth of it. 

"O my god... O my god... O my god... O my god..." she covered her mouth with her hands as she screamed with every thrust. Narang put all his weight over her grabbing her underneath him and started to fuck her in earnest. Kavita had her arms around his shoulders and was digging her nails into him. 

Ravi was lying on the top sleeper unable to move even an inch. 'This is my fantasy,' he thought, 'then why am I not enjoying it? In my fantasy she was always fucked hard and she always enjoys the other man's cock, so what's wrong now.' The realisation that your wife wants another man hits hard and it hurts. The other man fucking is making her scream and howl in ecstasy. He felt waves after waves of jealousy and yet his cock was hard. The low muffled grunts of his wife were increasing in intensity. He has never heard her scream so hard and was worried if her voice could be heard into the next coupe. 

Kavita was lying prone after the intense orgasm she had and was still breathing hard. Narang was cuddling her and his strong body felt soothing to her. 'So it's over,' she thought, she had finally cuckolded her husband. Beads of sweat fall from her forehead even in the cold AC environment. It was fast, it was furious and it is over leaving behind a lingering sense of fulfilment. She wanted to go back to her sleeper and get dressed, but he held her. 

"You are wonderful," he spoke turning her head towards him and softly kissed her lips. His strong hands caressed her nude body and she felt so good. She opened her mouth and kissed him feeling his hot breath on her face. She felt it wrong, there should be no room for any feelings, she should be going back. But she was unable to get up rather snuggled closer. 

"You have a lovely set of boobs," he caressed her globs which were standing tall on her chest needing no support. They were fat from the base and tapering as you go up to the nipples with slightly dark pink areolas around the nipples. He played with the nipples and rubbed the fluffy areolas with his thumb and finger. 

Ravi was expecting Kavita to come out of his bed but time passes by and she was still with him. The silence was making him mad; he looked below and found her clothes lying in a heap, torn panty on top. This was the designer panty that he has bought for her; he felt a pang in his heart. 

Kavita felt the hardness against her thighs 'is he getting hard again.' Whenever she told the made up stories to her husband her lover would always have a big cock and she had fucked this man and not even taken a glance at his cock. This made her chuckle. 

"What is so funny," he enquired, she shook her head.

"You have torn my panty," she complained. 

"I am sorry about that," he spoke and patted her ass, his hardness now poking at her. She slipped his hand between them and touched it. It felt hard, unconsciously she compared it and found that it is almost the same size as of her husband but much thicker. She stroked it and clutched his balls in her palm. He was onto her again this time slowly making his moves, enjoying every bit of her body. She was not complaining, his body is new to her and it is exciting to feel a strange and strong body on top of her. 

Unintentionally she started to notice the difference between his lovemaking and her husband's. While her husband was soft and loving, Narang was rough, his nudges and tugs were hard making her squirm. He was now using her for his pleasure, digging his nails and teeth on her cheeks, breasts and thighs. She was never handled this way before. She threw her head back on the pillow and presented her body to him to use as he pleases. 

Ravi was jolted out of his trance as he heard a moan from below 'they are not finished,' he was terrified. His imagination run wild thinking what this man must be doing to make her moan in such a fashion. Listening to the deep animalistic grunts he felt envious as well as felt deeply satisfied that this man is ravishing her in a manner that he was not able to do. 

Kavita spread her legs wide to allow his manhood to have free and uninhibited access to her pussy. She clutched him as he started to pound her with slow but hard thrusts. The thick cock has stretched her pussy well and she cried, as he was pinching her flesh hard with each thrust. He grabbed one of his boobs and placed his mouth over it sucking in a large part. 

"Uggg...Mmmm..." she arched her body in pleasure and felt her pussy clinch his cock tightly. His slow and hard thrusts were frustrating her and she nudged him to go faster but he continued his way and dug his teeth deep into her flesh. 

"Ahhhh... maamm...Ugg... Ugg."

"I want to mark you," he whispered. She looked puzzled. 

"I want to leave my mark on you," he groaned and dug his teeth hard on her soft boob. 

"AHHHHHHHHH... MUMMMMMMMY... AHHHHHHHHH." 

Her eyes spread wide and she pushed him back by his hairs but the teeth dug deep into the flesh and stayed there. A sharp pain flashed through her body, she kicked her legs in despair but he kept sucking with his teeth deep into the flesh. In a while her body got used to the pain and then an itching sensation started from her nipples and spread fast to her pussy. She bucked her groin and held his head tightly wanting him to ram harder and he did exactly that.

"Now the other breast," he spoke letting go the boob in his mouth. 

"Ummm... Maaa..." she felt an orgasm building inside her and she wanted to cum. She groaned even before he placed his mouth over her right breast. 

"AHHHHHHHHH... MUMMMMMMMY... AHHHHHHHHH," she cried out once again clutching his hairs. She panted and endured the pain waiting for it to subside and the sensation to spread inside her. He started to ram her hard and fast now. 

"AHHHHHHHHH... AHHHHHHHHH...AHHHHHHHHH... AHHHHHHHHH," she shuddered into a loud orgasm as Narang also released his cum deep inside her pussy. 

She slept, too tired to move and got up early in the morning when it was still dark outside. She quietly dressed as both the men were sleeping and entered into her bed. Morning was very awkward and they sat quietly. 

Ravi was not sure how to react when they reach Mumbai and Narang wished good bye. He hesitated for a moment then shook hands. 

There was silence during the ride home; they found that except the maid no one was in the house. Kavita walked straight to her bedroom followed by Ravi. He looked at Kavita with pain in his eyes, not knowing what to say. She knew what kind of feelings he was going through. She started to undress and then walked nude to the shower. She turned her neck to look at him and found him standing dumbfounded, she nodded her head asking him to accompany him to the shower. 

He quickly got rid of his clothes and rushed to the bathroom; Kavita was already under the shower. She pulled him close to her, the cold water splashed over him. He was overwhelmed with emotions and hugged her tightly showering kisses on her face. Then he took the soap and started to rub it all over her. She moved her hand below his stomach and found his hard cock, she started to massage it. 

"Are you alright," finally he manages to speak. She nodded and continued to masturbate him. Suddenly he started to tremble as he saw the bite marks on her breast. 

"This...this," he was shaking. 

"He has left his mark on me," she spoke softly and moved her fist faster on his cock, "Kiss it, this is for you." 

He shuddered as he placed his lips on her boobs and started to spray his cum over her hands.



Fantasy Fulfilled



Cara didn't realize that Jake was serious when he said his biggest fantasy was to see her having sex with another man. The petite brunette with a curvaceous figure thought he was only joking about his fantasy. Yet, when Jake brought home his coworker, Devon, a tall bronze muscular man a good ten years younger than both Jake and Cara, she was intrigued and willing to live out her long term boyfriend's fantasy. 

That night they had dinner and Jake watched as Cara's interest in the dark haired Devon began to increase. Jake could feel his cock grow hard thinking about what was to come and waited only minutes after eating before taking both Cara and Devon into the living room to speak of his desire.

"Don't you find Cara beautiful?" he asked Devon careful to watch the man's reaction.

Devon nodded as he took another sip of wine. "She is beautiful and I imagine she is good in bed. Isn't that so Jake?"

"Absolutely," Jake said giving Cara a wink. 

Cara crossed her legs then uncrossed them only to recross them again. She was interested in Devon, but felt somewhat guilty especially with Jake sitting next to her.

"She is very open sexually as well. Aren't you Cara," Jake nudged her.

"Only you would know," she said softly looking at him suspiciously.

Jake licked his lips, "I'm willing to share my delight in you with Devon."

Cara tried to act shocked, but secretly she was delighted at his attitude.

"You want me fuck Devon?" she asked quietly.

Devon stirred in his chair across from Cara and she could see the bulge in his pants start to grow. Her very words were arousing him.

"Only if you would find pleasure in it as I would watching you," Jake replied in earnest.

Cara took a sip of wine and ran her tongue over her lips while Devon watched her intently and shifted in his chair to accommodate his growing desire for her. Cara ran her finger around the rim of her wine glass then dipped it in the wine and put it into her mouth sucking the fermented drink from it. Jake watched Devon's response and he was pleased when his coworker's eyes focused on Cara's finger and he knew that his greatest fantasy was about to come true.

Jake was the first to suggest all three go to the bedroom and without a word both Devon and Cara agreed. Once inside, it was if the bedroom, the secret room of carnal desires, opened its arms to the three embracing them in the sexual tension that had been building between them all evening. Jake was the first to undress and when naked sat in a boudoir chair across the room where he had a clear view of the bed and began to stroke his cock slowly and methodically in anticipation.

Devon made the first move. He removed his shirt to show off his toned bronze chest that was muscular and taut. Cara bit her lower lip as he approached and kissed her. His kiss was firm, passionate and tasted of wine. It was intoxicating to the point that she allowed him to unbutton her blouse and slip it off her shoulders. Jake watched as Devon's moves were deliberate, slow and gentle, just the way his girlfriend like it. Cara felt Devon's chest running her hands over his muscles and his hardened nipples. Devon smiled and reached behind Cara to remove the black lace bra she was wearing. In swift dexterity, the under garment released and slipped off of Cara's shoulders exposing the firm round mounds of her breasts. Devon took the bra off of Cara and slid his hands over her breasts feeling the tight nubs of her nipples tighten at his touch. She took a deep breath and moaned softly as the palms of Devon's hands rolled over the mounds and nubs sending sensual electrical charges throughout her body.

Jake's mouth gaped as he watched Cara fall into Devon's arms and as Devon pulled her close he massaged her bare back with his hands reassuring to trust him. It was then that Jake saw Cara reach down and unbuckle Devon's belt, unzip his jeans and fondle his stiffened cock and full balls that begged to be released from the constraint of his boxers. 

Devon in kind returned her touch by unzipping her jeans and reaching his hand inside the black lace panties to feel the soft sweet pussy lips that when parted soaked his fingers as he rubbed the rosebud of her tightened clit. He moaned softly into her neck at the sweet nectar given to him slid over his fingers.

"You do want me," he whispered in her ear.

Cara's breath came in labored gasps and the knowledge that Jake was sitting across the room stroking his own cock, she released all her inhibitions.

"Yes, I want you. I want you more than anything at this very moment," she whispered back.

Jake stroked his cock feeling the length of his shaft jump at his touch. The ridges of his shaft was so hard he could barely touch it without fear of cumming too soon. He licked his lips as Cara and Devon undressed in front of each other. Cara then without hesitation climbed on the bed her head on the pillows and her legs spread inviting Devon into her. Devon eyed Cara's body drinking in her smooth skin, the way her breasts bobbed when she moved, the flatness of her belly, the curves of her hips, and the sweet soft dark curls that surrounded her pussy glistening with her juices and desire for him. 

"Take her. Take her," Jake said between gritted teeth.

"Are you enjoying this Jake?" Cara said in a sultry voice.

"Yes, give me more," Jake growled.

"Your boyfriend is anxious, too anxious. I want to savor every inch of you. I want to taste every part of your body," Devon said as he lowered himself to where his lips brushed against the soft curls of her pussy.

"Lick it. Eat her out," Jake commanded from across the room.

As if on cue, Devon parted Cara's pussy lips and ran his tongue along the length of it lapping at the musty juice that poured from it. The taste drove him deeper into her drenching his mouth with the sweet scent of her musky excitement. He reached down and stroked his cock feeling the precum ooze from the head and scooped it with his finger then brought it to Cara's lips where she sucked on it licking it clean with her tongue.

Jake did the same rubbing his finger over his own precum and placing it in his mouth to taste the salty liquid. He stretched out his legs to stroke his cock with greater desire and watched Cara's face as she began to lose herself in Devon's touch. Devon circled his tongue around Cara's clit and when she arched her back he stopped allowing her to feel the rise of her wave then subside only to lick her again and bring to the same peak. 

"I'm getting close," she whispered hoarsely.

Devon said nothing but rose from eating her pussy to climbing on top of Cara spreading her legs with his knee and sunk his hard thick cock at the entrance of her wet swollen desire. 

"Give it to me," she begged. "I need to feel you inside of me."

"You need my cock don't you baby. You need it to make you cum," he said. His voice was thick with sexual tension.

"Yes, I need you to make me cum," she answered while hips began to gyrate in anticipation.

"Well I never want to disappoint a lady," Devon said as his cock slid into her causing her to moan deeply and raise her hips to meet him.

"Ah yes," she sighed as he drove into her burying his cock inside her wet swollen folds.

Devon began to move slowly inside her, slid back out then slide in deeper. He had never felt anything as exquisitely desirable as Cara's pussy sucking him in, devouring his cock, stroking him with her swollen clit then releasing it. Again and again he went deeper, feeling his own cum rising slowly from his balls and up the shaft of his cock.

Jake rolled his hand over his own balls. They were full and his cum was beginning to rise. With his cock in his hand, he rose from his chair and knelt beside Cara on the bed.

"You're beautiful Cara. You're enjoying this my love aren't you," he whispered and kissed on her lips.

"Yes. Yes," she said breathlessly as Devon pounded against her ass.

"Take it all Cara," Jake said kissing her face and stroking her cheek with his free hand. 

Devon continued to plummet inside of Cara oblivious to Jake nearby. He wanted Cara. He wanted to cum inside her and when he saw Jake slide his cock into Cara's mouth, he all but exploded at that very instant.

"Suck it," he told Cara, "but it's my cock that is going to make you cum," Devon growled.

Cara took Jake's cock and sucked it deep into her throat. The length of his shaft pulsating in her mouth spurred her desire even more, but as her climax began to rise, she released Jake's cock and focused on Devon and what he was doing to her. 

"I'm going to cum," she said. Her face flushed, her lips dry.

"That's what I want baby," Devon said as he reached down with his thumb to rub her clit as he pummeled her pussy.

"I'm going to cum," she cried as the wave of her climax overwhelmed her and she threw back her head to feel the electrical sensation of her cumming on Devon's cock.

Devon's breath came in ragged gasps as he felt Cara's cum juices splash over his cock sending him into his own orgasm releasing the stream of hot cum from the head of his cock into Cara's pussy filling her. He moaned, the muscles in his body tense as each thrust shot more of his hot delicious cream inside of her.

Jake, watching both orgasm at the same time, could not hold back any further and shot his own load of hot streaming cum letting it fly on the bed and floor releasing his seed from his convulsing body. When drained, he fell back onto his knees as his cock dripped cum down his leg. Sweat poured from his brow and he smiled with satisfaction.

"You were great Cara," he said trying to catch his breath.

Cara finally coming down from her own orgasm was pleased and smiled at her boyfriend.

"I'm glad you liked it," she said but her eyes were on Devon. "And you were wonderful as well."

Devon slid from Cara's pussy and lay beside her on the bed. "It was my pleasure, I assure you," he said kissing her gently on her lips.

"Will I see you again," Cara asked.

Devon kissed her again, "Of course my love."

Jake just licked his lips and smiled.



Fantasy Fulfilled



When Sue and I were first married we reveled in the fact that I was her only lover and she was a virgin when we first hooked up.

After a couple of years and a couple of kids, she confessed to having a secret fantasy. 

"Two lovers," she pronounced. "I want to be the queen bee and mate with one of my males and then the other." 

I thought she meant role-playing and I said that would be cool with me. 

"No, I mean for real. I think about it a lot. I want another man in my life...in my sex life." 

I didn't know what to say. I was partly hurt and partly aroused by the idea. 

"You want me to be happy, don't you?" Of course, I did. 

"You don't want me to feel like I'm missing something by only being with you, do you?" 

No, I didn't want that.

At first, I indulged Sue when we had sex by letting her pretend I was one or another guy we knew, even to the point of imagining the size and shape of his penis and calling his name at the peak of her orgasm. 

We played my friends, her friends' husbands, my brother, her sister's boyfriend—we returned a few times to that fellow, Matt—and an occasional celebrity, the president being one of her favorites. 

Nevertheless, she continued to return to the refrain that one of these nights she wanted to take her second lover "for real." 

Everyone we know says Ricky and Sue throw the best parties in town, where friends, neighbors, and relatives—most of whom don't really know each other—come away with rave reviews for the food, fun, and conversation. 

Our Night Before Christmas Eve party was no exception. As the night waned, most of the guests had departed, except for sister Mary and Matt, her beau. 

She was practically asleep on her feet and he was drop-dead drunk. Mary announced she would take his car keys—and his car—if he could sleep it off on our couch. 

We readily agreed and Mary bade us adieu. Sue threw a comforter over her passed out would-be brother and joined me in the kitchen for the after-party cleanup. 

Dish washing and hauling trash bags didn't last too long as my lady love was feeling a little frisky. 

We had dumped the kids off at her mother's, so there was no reason not to go at each other with abandon. 

"One thing leads to another," she rationalized as she shoved her hand down the front of my pants and took hold of Mr. Lucky. 

We had torn off each other's clothes in the course of jaunting upstairs to our bedroom and she mounted me on the edge of the bed with my feet flat on the floor. 

She was a fiery flame on a winter's night, her slick juicy cunt throbbing around my penis and her plump breasts bobbing against my chest. 

Sometimes we made love, but other times we fucked. This was a straight-up fuck. Sue said so, over and over again. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" 

Her orgasm started before my ejaculation and continued after I had drooped to soft flesh.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" she said as she rubbed her wet spot against my thigh.

After taking turns peeing, I was ready for a good night's sleep, but she was itching for another go. 

When I demurred, she feigned disappointment before chirping, "That's fine with me. Go get Matt." 

"Are you serious?" I laughed nervously. "What shall I tell him? 'Fuck my wife, please.'"

She smiled and said, "Just tell him he needs to get off the couch and go up to the guest room. Only direct him to our room instead. I'll take care of the rest." 

I could still feel her warm breath, smell her sweat, and taste her skin on my lips. 

"I don't know if this is such a good idea," I protested meekly.

"Please, sweetie!" she implored with both innocence and passion. I agreed and went downstairs.

Matt was cute, short, and barrel-chested, but not fat. While passed out under a drunken cloud he looked strikingly young, almost a teenager, though he was pushing thirty. 

He roused quickly and likely was still half asleep when I told him to go up to the guest bedroom on the right at the top of the stairs. 

I even suspected he might take a left and actually end up in the guest room anyway. 

I stayed behind him so that he wouldn't fall and watched him stumble into the darkened room, where my lady awaited him. 

I expected some comical mishap to put an end point on the evening, but instead the door closed and, after a moment of quiet, voices came in soft murmuring, laughter, and then something else—humming, the sound of a kiss of passion. 

I felt awkward standing outside the bedroom door. I heard rustling on the bed, breathing, and movement. I tried to visualize what they were doing. 

I heard her voice in a whisper; knowing her tastes and habits, this meant she was getting acquainted with his body, bit by bit, kissing his forehead, neck, shoulders, arms, hands, chest, nipples, ribs, stomach, navel, and groin. 

Her hushed whispering ceased, replaced by a breathy smacking and swallowing as if she had paused to take a drink of water. 

My beautiful, heretofore faithful wife was sucking another man's penis and my reaction was to start stroking mine. 

I pictured Matt's cock as shorter, but thicker than mine, with more of a mushroom tip than an arrowhead, which I knew Sue could get completely into her mouth. 

Judging by the wet smacking sounds that came next, she was kissing and licking his member, and resumed her soft, affectionate cooing. 

I heard a rustling and more pointed talking, mostly her voice, no doubt instructing. 

A rhythmic creaking of the bedsprings, her panting, and his muffled grunting, Matt was partaking of Sue's garden of vaginal delights, tasting the pussy that conceived and birthed my beloved children. 

Matt sucked, licked, nibbled, and tongue lashed my wife's sopping, ripe pussy for what seemed like an hour, though more like five minutes at the most. 

Next I heard her voice giving instructions accompanied by his moaning, groaning, and smacking, which I figured to be sucking her round, juicy breasts, several sizes bigger than her little sister's boobies. 

While I ran to the bathroom to grab a towel, they moved on to a deeper bed-rocking penetration, but 

I couldn't tell whether Matt was fingering her vagina or her ass or if she was fingering his manhole. 

The laughter in the midst of any or all three of these forbidden pleasures pushed me to the brink of coming forth in the towel. 

Then there was muffled suckling and I knew the love of my life was again pleasuring our friend with fellatio. 

A steady humming from her throat continued through a progressively faster bouncing of his hips on the bed—my bed—as he moaned and then shouted, "Jesus! God! Hell! Fuck!"

I thought that was it. Being new at this game, or whatever you want to call it, I didn't know quite what to do. 

Should I go in, go away, wait for them? I hadn't a clue, but soon enough that point was rendered moot. Breathing, sighing, rocking, and rolling soon began again. They weren't finished by any means. 

Alternating breaths and gasps overlaid a rhythmic movement, chugging like a train for a minute, or two, and then more pronounced pounding for longer than I had ever plugged my lady's glorious vagina ... and shortly the heavy breathing turned to incoherent shouts of animalistic lust. 

Finally, it stopped, replaced by rustling of covers and softly spoken words of affection. 

I suppose there was no surprise about me being behind the door and listening to their goings-on and Sue called softly, "Ricky? Wanna come in?" 

I did and found the lovers snuggled in each other's arms, my wife's sweaty breasts pressing against Matt's chest and his mannish tool drooping onto her muscular tawny thigh. 

In their afterglow, the room smelled of boy sweat, girlie sweat, boy come, girlie come, and befouled drunkards' breath. 

"Did you hear us? Could you tell what we were doing? Did it turn you on?" 

I replied yes on all counts. Then she beckoned, "Come here...on the bed with us." 

I did as I was told—no one in the room wore a stitch of clothing, including me. While sitting on my haunches in front of her, she cupped my balls with one hand and pulled my cock into her mouth with the other. 

"I gotta remind both of you guys who's top dog in this house." 

I hardened, shot my wad, and was spent in about ten seconds. 

While my baby blew me, her other lover kissed the back of her neck and pinched her perky nipples, swinging from boob to boob using both hands. 

Then, after a bathroom rotation, we settled down to sleep with Matt and I reclined on opposite sides of the bed—and opposite sides of Sue, certainly—not the slightest chance of man-to-man touching in this threesome. 

With two-plus days of holiday bullshit facing us, the morning after was a hasty round of showers, coffee, and a sweet roll to go without direct reference to our sordid little orgy, much less any discussion of what might come next. 

Thus, I was taken by surprise when Sue informed me, "Thursday nights."

"What about Thursday nights?"

"We'll send the kids to my mom's. Mom can pick them up from daycare in the afternoon and bring them to preschool Friday morning." 

She took me by the arm and we strolled to the couch. 

"Mary works on Thursdays anyways. So, Matt will come over for our dates."

"Dates?" I exclaimed, prompting her hearty laughter.

"Call it whatever you wanna call it." 

Sue's tryst with Mark wasn't a one-shot deal. 

She patted my hand in a "there-there" gesture. 

Come next Thursday Sue and Matt's second "date" began with banal pleasantries in the parlor before they retired upstairs to the bedroom together. 

Sue blew me a kiss as she ascended the stairs with Matt's arm locked about her waist and a hand already kneading her ass. 

I tried not to listen, but I was nevertheless imagining their actions, especially since the shouting, yelping, and banging of the headboard rattled from floor to ceiling. 

An hour passed and Sue beckoned. 

Queen Susan smiled and reclined regally on the bed—her breasts looked voluptuous and her trimmed pubic crown decorated her mound of Venus—with Matt laying beside her, almost submissively avoiding eye contact. 

His big, fat prick was dripping with slime from multiple penetrations of my wife. 

"I don't want you to feel left out," she said. 

She patted the mattress next to her, opposite from Matt's side, of course, and I sat. 

"Let me show you what we did." 

Sue spread her legs and used two fingers to squeeze her pink labia into a triangle, showing a boatload of dripping white semen. 

Then she rolled to one side, clamped a hand onto one buttock and revealed a flood of white fluid oozing from her tiny anus. 

Shifting her position yet again, Sue brought her face close to mine and blew breath at me that stank of the sticky stuff I used to plaster my sheets with as a young lad. 

She whispered, "trifecta," which was our secret word for triple penetration au jus. 

I felt a punch in the gut. Matt, her stud, was out-fucking me, the hapless hubby, in quantity as well as quality. 

I think he was worried about my reaction—and something inside me was ready to rage. Then he spoke.

"She was on top for everything, Rick. She said only you can mount her...you're the alpha male in this bed." 

Sue held out her arms and spread her legs in erotic welcoming while I unzipped and pulled down my jeans. 

"She also told me I should kiss your ass while you're screwing her." 

I remember thinking that would be awkward, as I hovered over Sue's missionary openness and took hold of her tits with both hands and breached her walls with my battering ram. 

I fired at machine-gun pace and she began a long guttural moan that held a constant note. 

Before I came inside her deeply drilled pussy, I felt the soft touch of lips on my left butt cheek, followed by a kiss on the right, and a long, wet lick up my crack. 

While semen flowed from my sack to my lady's pill-protected firewall, she reached around and patted Matt's head, calling him a good boy for smooching my ass. 

The next week, the happy fuck-buddies' third date, Sue said she wanted me with them in the room the whole time to watch. 

I was fascinated and aroused watching her butt checks squeeze together as she pounded down on his meat. 

Matt definitely had stamina, being able to stay hard while drilling her precious pussy without shooting for long periods of time. 

I actually jacked off twice watching Matt fuck my baby doll before he filled her up. 

Sue made me come close to observe the blow job that followed. 

Watching her kiss, lick, and nibble on his penis didn't bother me as much as I might have expected. 

She smiled all the way through, occasionally laughing, and altogether enjoyed sucking his cock. 

When she sucked and licked his balls, he groaned and she started talking to his genitalia in an affectionately intimate tone of voice. 

I have to admit that bothered me a little. She said she loved his nummy-nums and sweet little weenie. Then she licked every square inch of his crotch, groin, inner thighs, penis, and testicles. 

Matt's manhood was thick and hard, but he held his juice. Sue made sure I was watching as she pulled the entire mass of his shaft into her mouth. 

After a long, loud suckling, she popped his wang out of her mouth, spraying saliva and his natural lubricant, and then swirling her tongue around her mouth to show she was loving it. 

She made sure I was looking again when she caressed his phallus between her palms and tasted his balls with her glistening lips. 

Then she lowered her aim, eyes closed, and dipped her tongue into his puckered anus. It opened to her touch and she drove the tip deeper; a humming in her throat signaled her delight. 

Our eyes met and, with a maniacal leer, she began rapidly darting her pointy tongue into his asshole. 

She paused only to blurt out, "Baby, I love the taste of your asshole!" My stomach ached. She had never, ever done that to me. 

When Matt's bum began to rock as if to come, Sue replaced her tongue with a finger up his butthole and put her mouth back to work on his dick. 

Moments later, she pulled my hand into her swamp and they shared a simultaneous orgasm as he filled her mouth with so much spunk it spilled onto her chin. 

No matter, as she spit it all back into his crotch, licked up every drop, and noisily swallowed it the second time around.

"Aaah!" 

The final fuck of the night featured Sue on top of Matt, moving like a lap dancer, gyrating from her shoulders, her breasts, and her belly, down to her money-maker in a display of physical prowess I never dreamed her capable of doing. Sue's body shone slick with sweat. 

Her honey-cunt wrapped around his member like a plunger and she fucked him in a never-ending dance. 

When he was finally spent, she commanded me to mount her and give her all I had. 

The last act was Sue's command for Matt to eat out our cream pie combo, and he dutifully complied.

"See, that's what I really wanted all along." Sue explained, "Two dicks. I'm the queen bee and I need to get double-fucked by my lover boys."

The next three dates were therefore different. 

We always started out by undressing our lady and taking turns at foreplay. 

Matt fingered Sue's honey hole or twirling her clitty while I massaged and sucked her ample breasts. 

She sucked on my cock as she jerked off Matt's and then switched, making sure I watched his hotdog disappear into her hungry mouth. 

When Sue wanted one of us to go down on her, she signaled by patting her mound with her hand as if to say, "Here, boy!" 

I was more of an all-out doggie style licker when I feasted in her garden and Matt gave what were more like kitty licks. 

I suspected he was treading lightly on my pissing grounds. 

Sue, on the other hand, was noisy, hungry, and relentless in sucking Matt's pistol. 

Plus, he had a superior capacity to shoot sperm into my baby love wherever she wanted him to deposit it two or three times and still be able to spring back to full erection again in short order. 

I would usually be good for one big denouement and that was all. 

I admit to being somewhat annoyed by his additional ability to plant his cock up Sue's ass rather easily, whereas my efforts at anal were often little more than pressing my dink between her cheeks and shooting into her ass crack. 

On date four, as he reamed her colon, Sue chirped, "Ooh, sodomy." Then she yelped, "Yeah, sodom-me!" 

The primary focus was on the climax, what magicians call the Prestige, Presto! Her clitoral majesty, Queen Susan of Venus, would design the architecture; Ricky and Matt were the workmen. 

She would direct us into the position she wanted for the main event. 

Date four saw me lying on my back with Sue mouthing my dickman with her rump high in the air, getting dickered from behind by her lover boy. 

She synchronized her sucking with the rhythm of his fucking. 

Date five saw her sitting on Matt's cock in reverse-cowgirl style while I stood upright behind, legs spread apart, with my cock and sometimes my balls in her mouth. 

Date six saw me straddling the two of them, as she laid atop Matt with his meat slithering upward into Sue's powerful sausage grinder. 

She yelled loudly as his geyser erupted and he yelled louder. 

Over the course of another half a dozen Thursday night dates we explored new levels of erotic pleasure. 

Sometimes I came inside her cunt, other times down her throat, and we always ended up tangled in each other's arms, legs, and erogenous zones. 

One evening, in particular, the foreplay Sue demanded was that we take turns pounding her once tight little anus, which nowadays had been stretched out to cavernous dimensions. 

In between she made us lick one another's scum out of her goddess's rectum. 

What Matt and I had in common was our thoroughly intoxicated adoration of Sue's skin, taste, sweat, scent, and the musky aura of her sweet delights. 

Nevertheless, there were a couple of clouds gathering over our threesome. The first was Sue's guilt over turning her little sister's fiancée into our cock boy. 

The second cloud was that our get-togethers were not really threesomes, but tag-teams—Matt and I tag-teaming Sue, that is. 

Neither one of us guys wanted anything like that, much less Sue, except for her one-time-only order for Matt to kiss my ass as an act of submission. 

Moreover, there was no chance of expanding to a foursome, as Sue and Mary were sisters, and we were in almost constant danger of discovery, which would have knock-on effects too tragic to consider. 

A third cloud was the most ominous—for me anyway.

It was a thin line between love and lust, which blurred when my wife fell asleep in her lover's arms, when she unselfconsciously caressed his genitals as the three of us lay together in post-coital pillow talk, and when she shared her morning shower with him rather than me. 

Sue laughed off my suspicion that she was falling in love with Matt, but when I asked what we would do if he stopped coming over, she said that would never happen. 

Everything came to a boil on our thirteenth date, ironically enough. 

For one thing, Matt blushed with embarrassment when I asked him if Mary's cunt tasted like Sue's. 

Since the two ladies came from the same gene pool and he was the only one who got to taste both of their cooking, I was naturally curious and couldn't find out for myself. 

Another awkward moment occurred when Sue scolded "the sissy way" he performed cunnilingus on her.

"Dammit, get your tongue all the way in there. Cripes, it won't bite you." 

M'lady pushed his head away from her lap, invited me to take over, and he looked like he was going to cry. 

Sue was particularly sweaty that night and so she commanded us to lick the slick, salty, dew from her body, including her armpits, which were stubbly. 




Fantasy Fulfilled



After lapping up her sweaty underarm, which I enjoyed doing, Matt chirped, "Why didn't you even shave your pits?" 

Sue flushed with anger and stomped off. He looked at me blankly and I shrugged. After five minutes in the bathroom, she returned and designed our last architecture. 

Sue went on top of me, belly to belly, completely enveloping my ramrod with her cunt, and spread her ass cheeks apart to welcome her lover Matt's fatboy. 

Fifteen minutes of grinding followed; the only thing louder than the slapping of his skin against my wifey's ham hocks was the sound of her rapid-fire queefs, the puffs of air forced out of her swollen labia. 

Long after I shot my wad Matt was still porking my lovely lady's heinie and she was shrieking like a harpy. 

Then we switched places and Matt's cock dwelled in Sue's undulating playground while I gave her a rim job, swallowing mouthfuls of her sweat and his sticky scum. 

Next she commanded him to straddle her and spray his spunk onto her tits and belly. 

Then she ordered Matt and I to lick the stuff off her. 

At long last, we finished after Sue sat on Matt's face and shivered in full-body-racking orgasm.

During the night, I awoke hazily to Sue's warm, moist mouth and velvety tongue performing a lovingly gentle blow job. 

She swallowed all that spewed forth, kissed the crown of my penis, and told me to go back to sleep. 

I rolled over on my side, facing the wall, and listened to the rustling of sheets as she gave Matt a similarly sweet sucking. 

After she gulped down his ejaculate, I heard Matt tell Sue he loved her and she said, "I love you, too, baby cakes." 

My heart exploded in my chest and I lost my breath, trying not to gasp. 

I cried silent tears until the morning light came through the windows. Sue got up first and went into the bathroom, leaving the door ajar in the midst of her morning pee. 

When she wiped and flushed, I joined her. 

Standing next to me draining my lizard as she washed her hands in the sink, she smiled sweetly and asked, "What's up? You got something on your mind, dontcha?" 

"I think we need to break up with Matt. It's going too far, I think."

Sue frowned. "I like being polyanna. I thought you liked it, too."

"I do like it...I mean the sex part...but I think you guys are falling for each other. I'm afraid of losing you."

She looked puzzled. "How can you think that? You're my man. You're the father of my babies. You're the best."

Before she wrapped me in a hug we heard Matt clear his throat. 

"Ahem!" Then he said, "I am falling in love with you ... maybe both of you ... but I love Mary more and I don't want to lose her. This all has to stop."

Aside from a warning of castration and murder if he ever so much as hinted about our fuck fests to my sister Mary, we three went about the business of rising, shining, and meeting the new day speechlessly. 

Susan's only comment was to say, "The nerve of that guy! Breaking up with us!" 

I told her it was what we were thinking of doing anyway. She let it go at that for a few days. 

The next time we all got together, as Matt sat with Mary at dinner, doting on her every word and meticulously heeding her every need, there was no indication whatsoever that Mary's fiancée had been fucking the shit out of my wife, her big sister, repeatedly for the past few months—with me watching and joining in on the fun, no less!All in all, things were not only back to normal, but poised to progress to a new stage, wherein we two couples would raise our families together, take vacations together, spend holidays together, and basically live our happy little lives in parallel. 

The only hint of an unexpected wrinkle came in the kitchen when I leaned over to load some silverware into the dishwasher and Mary goosed me, jabbing her thumb into my ass. 

I sprang up straight with what must have been a look of shock and she giggled before reaching to cup my nuts from outside my pants. 

She squeezed my crotch hard enough to hurt and then made sure I watched as she pushed her free hand down the front of her slacks, fished around for a while, and then slid her hand out, raised it to her nose, sniffed her fingers, and presented them to my lips. 

Her funk was pungent, erotic, and familiar. She gave me an evil wink, blew me a silent kiss, and left me standing by the sink with an erection ready to blow.

Yes, indeed, I expect we will live our happy little lives in parallel.



Fantasy Fulfilled



For the last year or so I have had a recurring fantasy of having a bisexual experience with another guy. I was never able to fulfill my fantasy due to being nervous about actually doing it, and getting caught. While not actively searching for a partner in crime, I was open to an opportunity to explore my bisexual fantasies. 

Last month I was invited to a large party being held at a friend of a friend's house. I arrived to find a rather large gathering with alcohol flowing freely. While mingling with the crowd I gathered that the hosts were two gay men named Jay and Michael, who had been together for sometime. While it was obvious that they were a couple, I didn't see any other guests who looked or acted gay. 

As the night moved on, more and more guests left the party leaving a small gathering for another hour or so. The next thing I knew, I was the last one still drinking and lounging by the pool. Jay and Michael were inside seeing the last of the guests out the door, so I thought I would finish my drink and then say my goodbyes.

Jay and Michael soon returned and offered me another drink and a dip in the pool. I accepted and was a little surprised when they peeled off their clothes for the swim. They were both built similar to me, slim to average with smooth hairless bodies including shaved cock and balls. With some reluctance I also stripped down. Both were standing in the pool waiting on me to finish undressing and join them. I 'm sure they noticed my smooth, clean shaven half hard cock but other than briefly staring at it they didn't say anything.

We talked and drank for a short time and I was beginning to feel the effects of the alcohol. When Michael noticed my empty glass, he went to make us a new round. The conversation was beginning to take on sexual overtones at this point and Jay was standing close enough that his erect cock would brush against me occasionally. When he left, I noticed that Michael was also sporting an erection. Both of their cocks were similar in size to mine, about 7" long and nicely shaped. When Michael came back with the drinks, he sat down on the edge of the pool right in front of me. I couldn't help but look at his now completely hard cock since it was only inches from my face. I noticed that both were smiling and looking at my now hard cock, which had broken the surface of the water and was standing rigidly at attention. We continued our conversation and finished our drinks. This time Michael, insisting that we have one more round, ask me to make it. I got out of the pool, showing off a raging hard on, and made fresh drinks. When I returned I sat on the edge of the pool with my now hard cock on full display. They no longer were taking furtive glances at my cock, instead they were staring and smiling up at me. 

After a while they suggested that we leave the pool and continue our conversation poolside. We got out and sat in a secluded area on lounge chairs. I laid down on one of the lounge chairs with my hard cock fully visible. Jay, after staring for a moment, asked me if I had ever had a sexual encounter with another man. I told him that I hadn't, but had thoughts of sucking a cock but, had never actually done anything with anyone. He responded by saying that they would not push the issue, but if I ever wanted to explore that side of my sexuality they would love to help me along. I thanked them and told them that I was very nervous and slightly drunk, so I wasn't sure I was ready to break myself in just yet, but that I would give it some thought. I decided it was time for me to get dressed and head home. 

Since it was hot out, and we were all sweating, they offered the use of a shower next to the pool to rinse off before getting dressed. I agreed and went into a rather large shower and began to rinse off. I was a little surprised when both of them came into the shower and began to rinse off themselves. They offered me a bar of soap so I soaped up and so did they. My cock and theirs had now returned to full erections. While Jay was watching me soap up my cock and balls, he began to soap his cock up also, but instead of just rubbing in the soap and rinsing off, he began to stroke his cock while I watched. Finally, after watching each other for a short time, Jay reached over and began to stroke my cock with a smile on his face. At the same time Michael began to soap up my back and ass. He ran his hand between my legs and rubbed my balls and then began to soap up my asshole. At this point I was so hot I couldn't stop so I reached over and began to stroke Jay's cock. Jay was stroking my cock with one hand and rubbing my balls with the other so I did the same to him. I was now ready to experience my first bisexual encounter and was ready for about anything. Just as these thought flashed through my mind, I could feel Michael's finger at my asshole. The soap provided all the lubrication needed for him to slip his finger inside and begin to fuck my ass. Both Jay and Michael stopped what they were doing and rinsed off so I followed suit wondering what was going to happen next.

Jay suggested that if I was ready we could move inside and continue where we left off. I was surprised at how horny I was and could not forget how good it felt when Michael stroked his finger back and forth in my ass. I had finished drying off and waiting on them to finish. Jay bent down to dry his legs and feet and on the way back up he licked off the precum running down my cock and then slid my cock into my mouth and began to suck me slowly up and down. Michael moved in behind me and rubbed his cock on my ass until it was wedged between my ass crack. There were so many sensations I couldn't keep track of who was doing what to me. 

Jay stopped sucking and stood back up and led me into the house. They showed me to the living room and sat me on the couch. Jay was standing in front of me with a huge erection with a large amount of precum running down the length of his cock. I reached up and stroked his cock with my hand using his precum as a lubricant. He stepped a bit closer until his cock was inches from my mouth so I took a deep breath and placed the head of his cock into my mouth and sucked the precum from the tip. He then stepped even closer and slide several more inches into my mouth and began to slide his cock in and out. After a moment he pulled out and sat on the couch and began to suck on my cock with Michael watching. It felt great but I wasn't done sucking my first cock so I slid to the floor and began to suck his cock and licking and sucking his balls into my mouth. Not to be left out Michael moved closer and was watching me suck Jay's cock. He also had a large amount of precum leaking from the tip of his cock so I pulled him closer and began sucking his cock also. I was alternating between both of their cocks and enjoying it immensely. 

When I went back to sucking Jay's cock Michael moved away. I was disappointed until I felt Michael move behind me and begin sliding his cock against my ass. We continued this was for a while when suddenly I felt a cold substance on my asshole followed by Michaels finger sliding back in my ass. I was really hot at this point and just letting things happen. I felt Michael removing his finger from my ass. I was really enjoying the sensation of having his finger in my ass and was about to ask him not to stop when I felt his cockhead rubbing against my ass. I knew what was coming so I relaxed my ass and let him slip the head inside me. My ass was stretched pretty tightly but it felt so good that I pushed back against him and felt most of his cock slide in. I then felt his hands reach around and stroke my cock while I was getting fucked. Then he grabbed my hips and pushed the last couple of inches in my ass. When I had first felt Michael's cock at my ass I had stopped sucking Jay's cock so I could concentrate on what was happening behind me. I now returned to sucking Jay's cock. I couldn't believe that my first bisexual experience had me with a cock in both ends. 

As I continued sucking Jay, I used the muscles in my ass to grip Michaels cock. I must have been doing something right since I heard him moan in pleasure as I alternately gripped and relaxed my muscles on his cock. I then released the pressure and let him slide slowly in and out of my ass while I went to work on Jay's cock. At this point I wanted my first taste of cum so I sped up my sucking and continued to knead his balls. Very soon I felt him tense up and knew he was about to cum. I moved my mouth halfway up his cock and sucked even harder and toyed with his balls until I felt his hot cum shoot into my mouth. He had a huge load that completely filled my mouth. When he was finished cumming I slid off his cock rolled his cum in my mouth for a second and then swallowed his entire load. I looked back at his cock and saw a final drop of cum on the tip so I bent down and sucked that in my mouth as well.

I was now able to concentrate on Michaels cock in my ass. I really enjoyed the sensation of his cock sliding in and out of my ass. I reached between my legs and began rubbing his balls and mine with one hand. I was really getting into it when I felt him pull out of my ass. I was afraid that he had cum and was finished. Just as I was about to give up he grabbed me by the hips and pushed me on my back. He climbed on top of me and told me to pull my legs up so he could have access to my ass. I did as I was told and felt his cock on my asshole again. I grabbed his ass cheeks with both hands and pushed him inside me. At this point we were both sweating profusely and he was moaning and telling me how good my ass felt. I continued to hold on until I finally felt him explode in my ass. He pumped cum in me for several spurts and then slid out of my ass. 

As he did I saw Jay behind him sporting another huge erection. He was rubbing lube on his cock so I knew I wasn't finished getting fucked. As soon as Michael was off of me, Jay took his place and slid his cock in my ass. Just like before, I grabbed his ass and pushed him deeper inside me. He began to fuck me harder than Michael and at the same time was stroking my hard cock with his hand. At almost the same time we both tensed up and shot our loads. His into my ass and mine all over my stomach and his. He slowly removed himself and with a smile and helped me to my feet. I could feel both loads of cum oozing out of my ass and running down my legs. I was in a bit of a daze so they took me into the shower and cleaned me off and helped me get dressed. 

Just before leaving them, they told me how hot I was as asked me to come back soon. I just smiled and walked out the door. I'll continue the story next week when I go back for another visit.



Fantasy Fulfilled?



Another fact-based story. Some of the circumstances are different but the betrayal is maybe too real.

In response to some folks whom don't believe it is possible to penetrate a woman's cervix: You don't know what you think you know. If you have never experienced the extreme pleasure of a 'deep fuck', then I hope you do one day.

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Neither my wife Stacey nor I were virgins when we married. Hell, we weren't even virgins when we first met! First hooking up in the late 1980's, we dated non-exclusively and then in the early 1990's we had a kid. Neither of us felt any pressure to make the relationship formal. We did however love to role-play and frequently helped each other fulfill our various fantasies. By the mid '90's she moved out of state for a better job, I started seeing someone who eventually became my second wife, and we lost touch with each other.

About 10 years later as my marriage was breaking up, the age of the internet made finding lost loved ones easier. I found a phone number after less than an hour of searching and Stacey & I reconnected.

Phone calls turned into emails. Emails led to visits. Visits led to really hot sex. Hot sex, or lack thereof was why my second marriage ended.

She & our daughter moved back into my life and into my house with me. A few months later we married.

Not long after getting back together we resumed our role-playing and fantasy indulgences. Some of my favorite ones were when Stacey would regale me with her sexual exploits while we were apart. Rather shy and submissive when we were first together, she had "cum out of her shell" as she liked to say... Men, woman, multiple partners, she had had an exciting and varied sex life over the last decade and nothing surprised me more than how turned on I got when she would share the details with me. 

We used to make bets on sporting events, since we rooted for different football teams, both college and pro. The reason we even got married was that while repaying one of theses bets, one in which for 2 hours I "could not tell her no", she got down one one knee and proposed to me. As she knelt there, naked and dripping my cum onto the bathroom tiles, I kept my word and said I would marry her. She then proceed to whip out a large gauge needle and pierce my left earlobe! Then she inserted a tacky gold loop earring as my 'engagement ring'. I'm just glad she didn't give me a Prince Albert!

After the wedding and leaving our daughter with my folks, we went to Louisiana for our honeymoon. While I drove down, I had her relate story after story of her wanton activities. Taking my cock from my pants she would slowly stroke me as she told me of her exploits. She never let me cum, wanting me primed and ready. By the time we arrived outside of New Orleans I was about to burst. We barely made it inside the room before I threw her down on the floor and attempted to consummate our marriage. 

As I savagely fucked her, the old wooden floor creaking under my thrusts, she whispered in my ear "you really love hearing about my slutty past don't you?" All I was capable of doing was to grunt in reply, my hips pounding her even harder. Just as I approached climax, she gripped the base of my dick with all her might as screamed "STOP!" What else could I do? I pulled out quickly and rolled onto my back.

"I have a bet for you" she teased at me.

"What's the wager?"

"Beginning right now, I say you can't go 12 hours without cumming..."

"The stakes?"

"If you win, you get your greatest fantasy. I throw away my diaphragm, I never use any form of birth control ever again and you get to knock me up as many times as you want for the rest of my fertile years!"

"If you win?'

"You are my slave of the rest of our honeymoon. You give me absolute obedience without question..."

It took me less than a second to agree.

Smiling a smile of a cat about to spit feathers, she rolled on top of me and pined my arms to the floor. I playfully I tried to push her off of me, but moving quickly, she clutched my hardness and began to stoke at a furious speed. I lasted about 10 seconds before I exploded all over her hands...

I'm sure her laughter could be heard on the French Quarter street below.

Before I could say a word she leapt up and squatted over my face. "Feast on this slave, because this is all you're getting this week!" I suddenly understood, she meant to tease me mercilessly the rest of the week! I never even went soft...

As I ate her, she told me the rules for the week. "No masturbating. No more orgasms for you this week at all!. Do whatever I say without question. Break any of these rules and you will be punished!" After her third hard cum she stood and began to dress herself. "Get ready, we're going to dinner" she ordered. It was difficult to put on my semi-tight jeans with the throbber I had going, but I dressed, fixed my hair and brushed my teeth quickly, then sat waiting for my wife. 

Stacey sat on the bed playing with herself while I got ready, I did my best to ignore her, but her smell permeated the room. When I was done she dressed, if you could call it that. Being about 4'11" and 95 pounds, she pulled out one of my white tee shirts and draped it over herself, it fell to just below the curve of her ass. She spun in front of the full length mirror, exposing her wet shaven pussy and small tight butt. She spun again, then stopped. Pulling a bright red scarf from our luggage, one I usually used to tie her up with, she wrapped it around her waist like a sash. Tying the knot, she spun again, this time only the bottom of her ass was exposed. She smiled, added a pair of black thigh high stockings and platform sandals. She retrieved her purse and stood by the door, waiting for me to open it. I dared not utter a word. I began to realize her plan.

Down onto the busy streets we went. She was walking next to me, practically hanging on me. The smell of her sex filled my nostrils. Every eye on the street was dawn to her, every head turned, most mouths agape. 

The first two restaurants we approached refused to seat us, one even suggesting I "take my whore someplace else!" Before I could respond to the rude waiter, Stacey griped my arm tightly, her eyes rolled back in her head, her body twitching. The man called her a whore, and she had cum standing right there in public!

She ordered seafood for both of us once we found an accommodating place. Boiled shrimp for her, raw oysters for me. She even fed them to me, all the while rubbing my hard on under the delicate linen table cloth. I was yet to go soft.

"May I ask a question please?"

"Certainly my pet..."

"I can refuse you nothing?"

"Correct."

"I am not allowed to cum?"

"Also correct" she said while exaggeratedly fellating her piece of shrimp.

"So if you decide to make me cum..."

"Exactly my pet!"

"Shall we skip to the punishment then?" I asked, not wanting to draw this out any further than we had too.

"If you insist" she grinned.

She reached for the zipper to my jeans. I closed my eyes and for the first time in more than a decade, I blushed. She had the zipper less than half way down when I came...

This behavior continued for another two days. I would pleasure her orally orally and/or manually, she would strut around town in almost nothing, never wearing any underwear. Teasing me, taunting me but never letting me find any release.

On the third day she took us to a local sex shop. Her outfit today was a micro bikini top and her 'belt' from the first night tied around her waist like a sarong. She had never put on any underwear since we arrived, and the scarf was almost transparent. She had me buy several pairs of solid handcuffs, and what she called a "cute" bright pink cock ring. 

While paying for our purchases I caught her staring at the curtain in the back of the store. 

"What's back there?" she asked the cashier. 

"Video viewing booths" he replied. 

"Coins or bills?" she asked. 

"Either, plus plastic too!" 

She smiled that smile again, I felt a lump in the pit of my stomach and my cock starting to rise. "Wait here my pet" she said as she walked to the rear of the store. A few moments later she reappeared and motioned me towards her. "Bring our stuff my pet..."

Past the curtain she lead me into one of the video booths. A single metal folding chair and a 36" HDTV mounted into the wall were the only things besides us in the room. The smell of sweat and sperm attacked my nose. She took my credit card and selected over 3 hours worth of videos.

"Strip and sit" she commanded. I did as I was told. Luckily there were a couple of hooks inside the door. I sat naked on the cold metal chair. She knelt before me and struggled to put the bright pink ring around my hardness. After several attempts and much pinching it was rolled into place, she then proceeded to apply the cuffs to my wrists and ankles. Once complete she stood and circled me, looking at me lustfully, maybe more so than she ever had before.

That's when I saw them. The holes cut in the two side walls. She followed my eyes and laughed, not like she did on our wedding night, but like some fell daemon who has ensnared the soul of it's prey!

She walked behind me and leaned in close to me. Nibbling on my ear she whispered "Now it's time for your punishment my pet. For months you have used my sluttiness for your own stimulation, but did you ever think about my feelings? Did you ever think I might be a little bit ashamed of myself? Did you ever wonder way I did all those nasty things? I did them to try and free myself from you. To kill the love I felt for you. To quench the anger I had at you..."

"Anger?"

"SHOUT UP SLAVE!" she screamed as she slapped my face. The smack I'm sure could be hear at the front counter.

"I wanted to rid myself of you, never see or hear from you again. That's why I became such a slut..."

Tears began to run down her cheeks, whether from sorrow or anger I couldn't tell and wasn't about to ask.

"So now I'm going to let you see first hand what a slut is like. No fantasies, no imagining, just dirty raw sex!"

She untied the knot holding her 'skirt' to her. In moments she was naked, her back against the TV monitor, her hand working her crotch.

I could not move. I could barely breath. I wanted to go to her, hold her. Apologize for being so foolish. To beg for her forgiveness. I knew better than to speak now. 

That was when we heard it: In the booth to my right the sound of a door closing. Then moments later, a cock was pushed through the hole. Only medium sized, and a bit dirty looking. Stacey stared at it for a few seconds, her hands still working at her sex, tears still running down her face. Then she smiled. But her smile was the smile of the damned. She crossed the few steps to the hole and knelt down like she was about to receive Holy communion. She took her hands from her cunt and began to stroke the cock, using her own juices to bring it to hardness. She glared at me and said "Welcome to hell mother fucker!" With that she turned and started sucking the filthy cock.

After a few minutes she pulled her head away from the slimy pick in front of her. Without even looking at me she said. "You will not close your eyes. You will NOT turn away. You will watch everything!" Then she turned and smirked at me. "There will be a quiz later my pet..." 

What she didn't realize was I could not look away. I could not close my eyes. Fuck, I'm sure I could even blink! She turned her head and lowered her mouth back onto the cock.

Up and down, up and down her head moved. Her lips touching the roughhewn plywood surrounding the hole. The only sounds, the wet smacking of his crotch against her mouth and an occasional cough from her. After about 10 minutes, a faint "I'm gonna cum..." emanated from beyond the wall. 

Stacey pulled her mouth off and clamped her hand down hard on the base of his cock, just like she did to me on our wedding night. "Oh no, not yet" she cooed.

Standing, she turned to face me, straddling the slick dick sticking from the wall. She stroked it slowly a few times, biting her lower lip as if working up her courage to do something.

Stacey went up on her tip toes. She took her right hand pushed her fingers up inside herself while continuing to stroke the stranger with her left. With a bit of effort, she removed her right hand from her core and tossed something into my lap. Staring down I realized it was her diaphragm. My head shot up to look at her. Her gaze held mine. "Sluts take cum my pet" she said as she slid the stranger's bare cock into her now unprotected hole. She moved her ass back against the wall and came down off her tip toes, driving the shaft up into her. 

In a split second her eyes grew wide as saucers, her chest thrust forward and her mouth opened into an obscene O shape. She tried to speak but the words caught in her throat. "My womb... he's in my womb..." Stacey didn't have a very deep vagina and when her diaphragm wasn't in place, I could easily spear through her cervix, even with my average length. I knew there was nothing in the world to compare with the fist-like tightness of her giving a deep fuck. I knew the stranger wouldn't last 10 seconds.

Now I began to struggle like a mad man to get free. Sex games are one thing, but my wife giving her fertile womb to a stranger just to make me feel like shit was something else. Yes, Stacey was ovulating this week, it was the main reason we chose this week for our honeymoon, so we could give Kelly the little brother or sister she had always wanted. The cuffs held me to the chair, my feet not even touching the floor. In my struggle, I started to lose my balance and the chair started to tip over backwards. 

It was like the world turned into slow motion. I was falling through space, Stacey was screaming in orgasm, and the stranger was crying out at the top of his lungs "OH MY GOD! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Simultaneously as my chair crashed to the floor with a bang louder than any gunshot, my eyes were knocked shut by the impact. My last sight was Stacey twitching like a gigged frog as she shuttered and came, the stranger filling her with his seed. 

I'm not sure how long I was out cold. When I opened my eyes Stacey was standing over me, using both hands to contain what was in her cunt. There was a loud pounding on the door as the cashier panicky called out "are you folks OK in there?" I tried to speak but could not. Stacey squatted down across my face and removed her hands, pressing her dilated pussy against my mouth. The frothy contents of her cunt washed out of her like a waterfall and caused me to gag. I had never tasted sperm in my life and now my whorish wife fed me the remains of her honeymoon conception. 

"Drink it slave! See what it's like to be a slut! A cum dump! Can you feel the shame? The humiliation? Does this fulfill your fantasies? Your wife, the mother of your child treated worse than a common whore?"

She moved away from my face and I began to vomit. Spraying my dinner, the stranger's cum, Stacey's juices and my love for her all over myself and the floor.

I think I slipped into shock as the door was burst in.

I woke up in a hospital. I had a nasty concussion and a missing wife. The cashier at the store claimed to have never seen her, only coming to my rescue when he heard the chair hit the floor. The stares and laughter of the hospital staff may have been worse than the ordeal at the sex shop. 

When I was released two days later my luggage was waiting for me in the lobby of the bed and breakfast. I arrived home to find Stacey and Kelly gone. All their belongings packed and removed. Stacey's wedding ring on my nightstand. Her cell phone disconnected. All evidence of them gone.

About a year later I received a small envelope in the mail. No return address only one thing inside. A photo of a young baby. 

A child in the arms of his mother, my missing wife. 

Holding them both was a man with a grinning face, the face of the cashier. 

Written on the back were two words: "Fantasy Fulfilled?"

FIN



Fantasy Fulfilled



James was desperately excited and desperately nervous. Sat in a cafe in the gay district of Toronto, freshly landed from a flight from Heathrow, he was trying to both sober up and revive himself after a late night and very early morning flight. Across the table sat Daniel, a very confident, very gay guy who James knew wanted to bury his huge cock in James's tight little ass. 

James, who was an enthusiastic drinker, had met up with a few friends in London the evening before flying out and had got absolutely plastered, trying to shake off the nerves which had arrived knowing he was soon to fly out and meet Daniel, who knew all about his curiosity and was very, very happy to 'show James around', as he put it. 

The drinking had helped with James's nerves initially, but as the alcohol wore off he was left with the inevitable hangover and the equally inevitable raging libido. Whenever James was hungover it seemed a switch had been flicked somewhere inside him and he became desperate for sex, to the point of ignoring law, decency and privacy. 

Right now he was trying very hard to a) not seem nervous and b) not reveal to Daniel that he couldn't stop fantasising about being stripped completely naked by him and used for Daniel's pleasure in whatever way he wanted, whether swallowing his hard cock deep into his throat or being told to lean against the wall of the downstairs toilet cubicle and have Daniel strip off his ridiculously tiny, tight, baby blue Calvin Klein briefs and slide his hard cock between James's tight and oh so willing ass cheeks. 

James was 5'9", of medium build, with dark blond hair, cut quite short, and eyes which seemed to change colour with the weather. Though very low on self-esteem, he was in many ways a stereotypical twink, of the kind guys like Daniel enormously enjoyed bending to their sexual will. He had an ass to die for and unfortunately for him, Daniel had already seen a picture of his bare cheeks on their mutual friend Rebecca's phone.

"This is all Rebecca's fault", James thought, as he glanced up to see Daniel smiling at him, saying: "You look lost in your thoughts James, hope they're nothing TOO distracting." James blushed impressively, trying to tell himself that Daniel couldn't know what he was thinking, but squirming uncomfortably anyway.

Just as he was regaining his poise, Daniel said: "Come on James, get your cute twink ass to the bar and let's have a proper drink to welcome you to town." Rebecca, the other person sat at the table and the puppet master in arranging this situation, vainly tried to stifle her uncontrollable giggles as James immediately blushed again, saying: "Daniel, you promised you'd be good and not embarrass my friend!"

Daniel leapt on this, immediately replying: "What? I'm not allowed to compliment your friend, Ry? You know you've looked at his ass too, I've seen you, we both agree it's hot, and you always say James is low on confidence, so why can't I tell him he has a cute, delicious, fuckable, twinkboy ass? You don't mind, do you James?"

"Umm, well no, I-I guess not." James said, trying not to blush again and shift the conversation on as he avoided Daniel's gaze, afraid otherwise he might drop to his knees right there at the pavement cafe and swallow Daniel's cock. "Right, kk, what drinks do we want?" James said, praying that he wouldn't get hard as he stood up, his pulse racing at the thought that Daniel found him attractive.

Rebecca, who was drop-dead gorgeous in every respect, looked over at James with her beautiful dark eyes, smiling the secret smile that told James she was enjoying this and knew he was too. She was fully aware of how easy James would be for Daniel to seduce, and of the effect hangovers had on him, and was already getting moist as she fantasised about what Daniel would do with James's cute, supple, willing body.

Later that day, James's pulse was racing faster than ever as Daniel's strong hands bent him over the arm of the sofa in Daniel's apartment, his hands confidently and quickly unbuckling James's belt and yanking down his jeans. 

James, already topless, was now wearing just those baby blue Calvins, the thin material stretched across his firm, tight ass cheeks, leaving very little to the imagination. James's mind was still reeling at the speed of what had happened, he could still taste Daniel's pre-cum on his lips as he felt Daniel's lips kissing down his spine, making James moan and arch his back in pleasure "Ohh fuckkk Daniel", he said, feeling one of Daniel's hands squeeze a pert buttock through his briefs as the other toyed with his rock-hard cock, which was trying desperately to escape the restrictive confines of his underwear. He felt Daniel's hot breath on his ear, his tongue tracing the lobe as Daniel whispered: "I had no idea you'd be quite this willing, you sweet UK twink boy. You liked my cock in your mouth, we both know that, and I'm very much going to like putting it in your curious ass." 

James could only moan with need as Daniel's hands slid to James's hips, his thumbs hooking into the waistband of the Calvins and pulling them down James's thighs, revealing his smooth, completely bare and supple ass cheeks to Daniel's lustful gaze. "Oh my" Daniel breathed, his hands kneading the firm globes of James's ass, "You really do have an ass that was made for cock, don't you, twinkboy?" James groaned once more as he felt Daniel's lubricated cock head run up and down his ass, then jumped as he felt a smack on his buttock and whimpered in delight at being spanked by this strong, confident, older guy. "Answer me, twinkboy. Was your ass made for cock? 

James shivered as lust coursed through him, his cock dripping precum and harder than ever before, as he found himself blushing and moaning "Yes Daniel, please. Please show me how much my twinkboy ass was made for cock." 

As James uttered the words, he moaned loudly as he felt the head of Daniel's big, thick and very hard cock slip into his virgin ass, causing momentary pain that was soon replaced by unbelievable pleasure. 

James had waited for this moment for so many years, a confident, dominant guy to use his ass like the curious little twinkboy he was, to fuck him hard and fast. He started to moan as he felt Daniel's thick cock sink deeper into his tight little ass, slowly at first, but gradually getting faster. The pleasure was overwhelming James, the sensation of being fucked simply too much as he felt every inch of Daniel's big, thick, very hard cock sink in and out of his no-longer virgin ass. 

The feel of Daniel's strong, masculine hands pressing into his hips, occasionally spanking his buttocks, caused James to lose control "Ohhh..unnhhh..Daniel..fuck..unnh..unhh..yess.yess..yesss.. fuck me..fuck...yes...unnnh" Words were spilling out of his mouth without him realising as this gorgeous cock slid in, then out, in, then out, pleasure increasing, over and over.

James imagined what he must look like now, totally naked, bent over the arm of a sofa in the apartment of a man he'd known half a day, his ass, previously untouched by anyone else except his girlfriend Georgie's tongue, being ploughed repeatedly and to his delight by this relative stranger's cock. 

James wondered what anyone would think if they walked in, his tight, if honest fairly slutty, briefs still around his smooth thighs, Daniel's powerful body thrusting back and forth, his balls slapping against James's tight ass in, out, in, out, metronomic, Daniel's grunts of pleasure louder, his palm spanking James's ass, just as he'd imagined it. "Oh... unnhhhh...pleassee" moaned James, trying to keep his balance leaning over the couch, worried about how loud his uncontrollable moaning was getting. 

His own cock was harder than it had ever been and he could feel the precum leaking all over his head. He was unable to stroke himself and bring some much-needed relief, however, as he needed both his hands to brace himself against the power of Daniel's thrusts. Even with both his hands braced, James still gradually found himself bending further and further over the sofa as Daniel, whose toned six-foot frame was far more powerful than James's, fucked him. 

As James's moans increased in volume and Daniel's pace slowed to more deliberate, deep strokes, a bolt of shock shot through James as he heard the outer door to the apartment open and shut. James panicked as he heard soft footsteps approach the second door, but Daniel was pinning him to the sofa, increasing the pace of his thrusts into James's tight ass once more.

James tried to get up, bracing his hands against the sofa cushions once more, thinking how embarrassed he'd be if anyone was to see him like this. However, his sex-scrambled brain failed to process that the more he pushed up, the further Daniel's cock sank between his cheeks.

The effect of this was to leave James delirious with pleasure, literally shuddering with delight as the regular slapping sounds of Daniel's balls and thighs against his buttocks got louder, mingling with his own guttural moans of pleasure as the door opened to reveal Rebecca stood in the doorway, her face registering no sign of shock at the graphic sight that met her eyes. She was stunning, wearing a short skirt that revealed her long, toned legs to mid-thigh, with white thigh-high stockings that came to an inch below the hem of her skirt.

A simple white blouse, a couple of buttons open to reveal a little of her white bra and perfect breasts, completed the ensemble, contrasting with her darker hair and eyes. The eyes that were locked with James's as the friction of his cock against the sofa, caused by Daniel's relentless pounding of his tight little ass, finally caused him to tip over the edge.

Moaning loudly, not controlling the words spilling from his lips, he came explosively, almost blacking out from the pleasure as thick ropes of cum burst from his cock head, over and over, as he couldn't tear his eyes away from Rebecca, whose eyes finally left his to watch his cock spurt the biggest load of cum she had ever seen on to the sofa cushions, all the while Daniel's cock still fucking him relentlessly. 

An adorable smile trembled across Ry's face as she watched the completely naked form of James shuddering with the power of his climax, finally collapsing down to slump in his own cum as Daniel pulled out of his ass and stroked his own rock hard cock, grunting as he began to cum himself, painting James's round, white ass cheeks with a heavy load of hot cum as James shuddered with pleasure, smiling shyly up at Ry as the realisation of what she had seen caused him to blush for what felt like the 500th time this hour.

*****

Rebecca was giggling to herself as she opened the outer door to Daniel's apartment, her pussy already getting wet as she wondered what would meet her eyes. 'I bet he's sucked Daniel's cock already' she thought to herself, remembering the hours of skype conversation with James about cock-sucking that had always ended with James's cries of pleasure filling her earphones as she told him how a guy would cum in his throat or on his face or ass.

Even though she knew James was a fair bit easier to seduce than she had let Daniel know, she wasn't quite prepared for the intensity of the moans that met her ears as she entered the apartment: 'Unnh, unnnnnnh, ohhh god, yessss..Daniel...oh fuck my ass..yess...harder...unnnhhh...' Ry had to stifle a moan herself at the slutty sounds, her nipples hardening at the prospect of what she was about to see as she opened the door to Daniel's lounge. 

The first thing she noticed was the musky smell of sex permeating the room, the second James's baby-blue Calvin Klein briefs lying discarded on the carpet. The rest of James's and Daniel's clothes quickly made an impression on her, carelessly littering the floor, and as one of the items was Daniel's briefs, she knew the sight that would meet her eyes as she lifted them, even without the moans.

Daniel was stood side on to her, completely naked, his muscular thighs moving back and forth and his shaved balls swinging to and fro, making a slapping sound every time they made contact with the top of James's equally bare thighs.

Sweat sheened the powerful body of Daniel, his biceps slightly tensed as his hands roved over James's ass and hips. He was grunting with pleasure, and Rebecca stood transfixed for a second, watching his thick, rock hard eight-inch cock disappear in and out of James's sweat-covered buttocks with apparent ease. 

Daniel gave her a swift nod of greeting but was too intent on fucking to give her much of his attention. As she watched, his palm smacked onto James's tight ass cheek, leaving for a second a red mark of fingers as James moaned sharply in response, Her eyes finally moved on, travelling over James's cute body, seeing it naked for the first time, bent over the arm of a sofa, his buttocks flexing each time Daniel's cock was buried balls deep in his tight hole. 

Travelling up James's stomach and chest, she could see the curve of his back and could only imagine the intensity of the two men's fucking to coat them both with sweat like that, hearing James's ragged breaths as his ridiculously hard cock pulsed in time with the other man's thrusts, his fingers clenching and unclenching with pure lust. 

As Rebecca met James's eyes, she saw his eyes widen in recognition and a wordless cry escape his lips. With a shock of delight she realised she'd arrived just in time to see him climax, his 'unnhhh..unnnh..unnnh' so familiar, his face contorted with lust as his cock exploded. She watched as his pulsing cock began unloading shot after shot of thick cum on to his own tightened stomach and the sofa cushion, Daniel's greater weight pushing him against his own exploding cock and the sofa, looking with a mixture of shame and sexual pleasure into Rebecca's dark eyes.

*****

Daniel had had complete confidence in his ability to fuck James, but even he'd been a little surprised by quite how easy and slutty this shy-seeming UK guy was. His accent had Daniel melting from the start, and he knew from Rebecca's hints that James was more than a little curious. However, James's willingness to submit to him sexually, the way he hadn't protested at all when Daniel shut the door to his apartment and told James to take off his shirt before pushing him to his knees, delighted Daniel.

He could see the nervousness in James's eyes as his hands fumbled with the buttons before pulling his shirt off, but James didn't protest at all when Daniel's hands went to his shoulders, pushing him to his knees in the middle of the living room. The unspoken message was obvious and James finally understood the meaning of the phrase 'You could cut the sexual tension with a knife'. He knew just how attracted he was to Daniel and how long he'd been waiting to try sliding his lips around another guy's cock. 

Daniel also, somehow, seemed to know James wasn't quite as unwilling as he might have seemed. Any doubts he may have had would soon have been laid to rest as James eagerly opened his mouth and engulfed the head of Daniel's hot, hard cock with his warm mouth

"Oh fuck yes" James thought, as his lips slid around the firm, soft yet hard, pulsating shaft of another guy's cock for the very first time. He could hear Daniel's low moan as he felt the older man's thick cock slide deeper between his lips, tasting precum for the first time on his tongue. James closed his eyes and savoured the experience, gliding his hands up Daniel's muscular thighs and feeling the firm globes of his buttocks as he gamely tried to take Daniel as deep as he could. 

After watching more than one adult film in his life, James was amazed at how big Daniel's cock felt in his mouth and how difficult it was proving to get even half of the thick cock in his mouth as he felt the head brush against the back of his throat, causing him to gag slightly and pull away.

He heard Daniel's low chuckle and looked up, feeling his cheeks redden with a blush as he sat back on his haunches and smiled nervously up at Daniel, saying 'Sorry, Daniel, I'm sure I'm not very good at, well, you know...' even now, kneeling topless before a completely naked man whose cock had just been pressing against his throat, James couldn't bring himself to say the words. Daniel chuckled again, saying: 'Well my cute little UK twink boy, I think all you need is practice at sucking cock. You do want to practise sucking my cock, don't you?'

James blushed deeper and stammered: 'Y-yes Daniel, god I really do want to.' Knowing how dominant Daniel was and how much he enjoyed the innocence of first-timers, James breathed a sigh of relief inside that Daniel hadn't made him spell it out, but couldn't stop his already rock-hard cock from pulsing with desire at the thought of Daniel ordering him to beg for his hard cock. 

As James leant forward to slide his lips over Daniel's cock once more, he felt Daniel's hand cup his cheek to stop him. Inches away from Daniel's shaft and desperate to continue, James looked up in surprise and disappointment only to see Daniel looking down with a smirk on his face. 'Now, now twinkboy,' he said, his eyes boring into James's 'I'm not so sure you really want to suck my big hard cock again. I think you should convince me.'

James's brow wrinkled as he looked up, thinking: 'he can see the tent I'm making in my jeans, how can he possibly not think I want this?'

Daniel's next words made it all clear, though. A shiver ran down James's spine as he heard the naked man towering over him say: 'I want you to say the words "Can I suck your cock?" James. I want you to convince me that you want my hard eight-inch cock to fuck your mouth and later your ass.'

James was unable to stop a moan of pure lust escaping his lips at these words, despite the fact his face was now glowing with embarrassment. Daniel, however, was not done, finding himself getting more and more turned on with making this cute, clearly cock-loving twink boy confess his true desires. 

James bit his lip, his eyes travelling up Daniel's naked thighs to his erect cock, over his taut stomach and pecs to his smirking face. He took a deep, shuddering breath, then started speaking the words he'd never said aloud, confessing the desires he'd tried so long to deny, saying: 'Oh g-godd Daniel, please. P-please let me worship your hard cock with my mouth, throat and tongue. Let me suck your cock and taste your cum, feel it on my bare skin, my ass, my face. I need your gorgeous cock inside me so badly, i want to feel your shaft split my pert buttocks as you fuck me hard.' 

Now James had started to speak, his lust was all-consuming and he knew that, finally, every single one of his late-night fantasies, discussed with Rebecca in the small hours when he should have been sleeping, were about to come true. And this was only the beginning.



Fantasy Fulfilled



You've been dancing with him for the last hour, he's tall and fit and charming and black and moves with an easy rhythm. He's over 6 foot, so towers over you, but his hands on your waist are gentle. He's much older than you, maybe late twenties, early thirties. You've been sipping Bacardi and coke all night because it was the first thing you got offered. You're not keen on the taste, but have imbibed enough for the alcohol to have given you a fuzzy warm feeling and relaxed you enough to stop worrying about being the youngest person in the club and the fear of being humiliated. Ty has moved you to the edge of the dance floor and whispers in your ear, "Why don't we go somewhere more quiet?" You look around desperately trying to locate your friend, but she's no-where to be seen. You like Ty. He's handsome, funny and makes you feel so wanted.

You nod and he leads you by the hand outside. The air is crisp and you shiver a little in your short pink dress and wedges. Ty hails a taxi and you both climb in the back. You're a little nervous, but he puts his arm around you and whispers, "Don't worry, it's only 10 minutes away and then we can be nice and warm, maybe have a nightcap. Whenever you want, I'll get you a taxi home." You relax a little, sinking into the seat and letting his arm hold you a little closer.

When you arrive at the house it seems like any other suburban residence, set back from the road, bay windows, homely curtains. Even as you step through the door everything seems normal, just like your own home, so you are unprepared for the sight that greets you as you step through the living room door. Four black men sitting around in armchairs and on sofas. You gasp and take a step back but you find Ty is right behind you.

"Say hello to the guys," he calls across your head, his hands placed carefully on your shoulders.

You open your mouth to speak, but no sound comes out; suddenly this seems very dangerous. The men are all staring at you, eyeing you, weighing you up in their minds. You don't know what's going to happen, but you know it's not going to be good. The men all stand and walk over, they consider you and you begin to feel like some sort of prize. One of the men lifts your chin with his finger and you look straight into his eyes and know in that second that something bad is going to happen.

One of the men puts his hand on your left breast and squeezes, you instantly regret your decision not to wear a bra. You move your hand to push his away. "Play nice Sophie," Ty whispers in your ear.

Finally you find your voice, "I want to go home now."

The men just laugh. You feel tears well up in your eyes. One of the men has lifted the front of your dress and you push your hand down, but Ty reaches over and pulls your arm up by the wrist. Now you begin to sense the trouble you're in. There is a strength in the room that is immovable and your tiny frame is no match. You let go, there is no fight left in you. The man in front of you kisses you on the lips, which takes you by surprise, and without thinking you respond. You don't feel Ty pull the zip down on the back of you dress, the material parting and exposing your tanned, freckled skin. 

Hands move all over you, slipping inside your dress at the back, warm on your skin. Rising up your thighs, squeezing your small supple breasts, cupping your tight little ass cheek. The mouth on yours continues to explore the tongue large and rough. You can barely catch your breath and instinctively reach up. You feel the dress being pulled up and fingers stroking across your firm, flat belly. Then you feel the hem of your panties being pulled away from your skin and then down, the flimsy material falling away from your hips. Your pussy is exposed and you feel vulnerable. You try to pull away from the lips on yours but the face follows you so you drop your hands to try to cover yourself.

This is a mistake as now the dress slips off your shoulders and the small round curves of your pale breasts are exposed. One hand flies to your crotch, your other arm tries to cover your breasts, but both are firmly removed.

"Come on Sophie, be a good girl," whispers Ty and you realise that what is going to happen is inevitable and however scared you are there's also a bit of you that is secretly excited. A fantasy being fulfilled. You relax a little and the dress falls from you, leaving you completely naked. 

The guy kissing you pulls away and you open your eyes, aware that your slim, small, pale body is now totally exposed in a room with 5 large black men al in the process of disrobing with ease and speed. In seconds you're faced with five dark, muscled, large bodies and your eyes are drawn to the three men in front of you and the immense cocks they now hold in their hands. You've seen cocks before, but not like these; thick, long, threatening, like weapons rather than sexual organs. You swallow hard, not sure if you can accommodate any of these men. 

"On your knees babe," orders the man who had been kissing you and you obey without a second thought. He steps forward and places the tip of his massive cock on your bottom lip. You know what is expected and you don't want them to think you're some inexperienced kid, so you open your mouth and draw in as much as you can. But this cock is thicker than anything you've encountered and only an inch or so will go in before you feel like your mouth is stretched too far. You lick underneath and try to suck the tip. 

A second cock appears on your left so you move your lips but grasp the first in your hand and pull slowly on the shaft. A third touches your cheek, you turn, you suck and now both your hands are full as well. The men demand your attention and you do your best to suck on each in turn, gradually getting used to the feel and taking them in as far as you can. At one point you choke slightly as the cock slides towards the back of your throat. You feel the cocks twitch at the sound of your distress and know that these men are not here to treat you gently.

You desperately hope that they will settle for a blow job, maybe they won't even make you swallow. But in your heart you know that there is much more to come and the thought arouses you. Some small part of you wants to be used, to be helpless, to feel consumed by these large brutal men. Ty and the other guy join the men in front of you and crowd around your head. You do your best and now have five cocks to pull and suck.

"I told you she was good boys," laughed Ty and the other men nodded and smiled in agreement.

"Let's see what else she's good at."

You look up, wondering what was meant. One of them circles your naked waist, his hand feeling warm against the skin of your stomach and then lifts your effortlessly and places you on your back on one of the sofas.

"Spread your legs Sophie," the lifter commands.

You do what he asks, scared but fascinated by what might happen.

The guy licks his fingers and then rubs between your legs, spreading your nether lips, sending a tingle shooting up your groin. His touch is electric. Then is finger dips into your pussy hole and you jerk up at the entry. It is a surprise, though not unpleasant. He continues to stroke and enter. Then climbs between your legs and puts the tip of his cock against the entrance to your hole. It looks huge. Much too thick to fit into your tiny hole. You're certain he won't be able to get it in. But as he pushes himself forward you feel your hole begin to give and stretch.

You gasp as you feel the muscles surrender and open and his huge cock enter you. It is the weirdest sensation, as if your whole stomach were being invaded. As he leans forward his shaft slides slowly further and further into your cunt and you begin to feel like it will never stop and will actually burst you inside. You arch to try to accommodate his size, but it doesn't help. It feels like you have been totally filled. He grins and begins to pull back and suddenly you are overwhelmed by the sensation of movement, stimulating your inner nerves, feeling... amazing. You want him to push back in so he can pull out again, and you get your wish. There is pain as he moves in and incredible pleasure as he pulls out. As your cunt juices lubricate his cock his movements become faster and longer.

The other four men have been stroking their rigid cocks watching you begin to ride the lifter. Ty comes over to you and put his cock at your mouth and you hungrily start to lick and suck, trying to draw as much of him in as possible. The lifter sweeps his arms under your thighs and lifts your knees towards your chest, straddling your legs. A second cock is at your mouth. You turn your head and lick and suck the new member. The lifter continues to send waves of excitement through your groin and belly, unlike anything you've ever felt before.

Then you become aware of something new. Two cocks by your mouth, one in your cunt. Your eyes dart around, the fourth guy is above your head, ready to take his turn, but where is the fifth. A finger is rubbing from your pussy down between your ass cheeks. It is wet and slides in the grove created. It pushes your ass cheeks apart, then settles on your small puckered hole. You tense, griping the cock inside you and almost choking on the cock in your mouth. The finger presses and you feel your hole pushed aside. Now the tip is in you and slowly it forces itself deeper into you. The tight rings of muscle reluctantly part. It feels like he's never going to stop and you panic at how deep the finger has gone.

You have to draw another cock into your mouth. The finger withdraws. You feel some relief. Then you feel a soft yet firm cock-head against your ass cheek, then between them then pushing against your hole and you simply refuse entry. But the resistance is futile. However tight the opening, the head refuses to give up. Suddenly you feel a shot of pain and meat fills you, only slightly but even so it is like trying to swallow a grapefruit. You feel like you might burst as it slides further up your passage and you start to feel sick. Both cocks move against each other separated by a thin membrane.

Now there are cocks in each hole and all of them move and slide and push and press and fill and flex and you tiny little pale freckled frame is pinned, impaled, fixed. Your slim arms and legs are dwarfed and contrast with the thick muscled black limbs that extend across your whole body, stroking, squeezing, pulling, gripping. Black and white. Big and small. Powerful, vulnerable. The pounding starts to make you feel dizzy. Then the cock is pulled from your cunt and you are left empty. But another cock pushes in. The cock in your ass pulls out and you feel like you might just shit yourself. Your ass pulses, but before it can close another cock is pushing against the muscle and forcing the hole apart. Cocks dip in and out of your mouth, pushing deep into you, making you gag and cough.

The men rotate, from mouth to ass to cunt. Every time you are left empty you wonder if your ordeal is over, but each vacuum is filled with a new cock. You are stretched and sore. Your face is wet from spit and precum. Your ass is bruised. Your cunt swollen and moist from your own juices. Your body aches from the attention it has received, you're manoeuvred around to accommodate the men like a piece of meat. You cry from the constant, unrelenting punishment, but your tears don't reflect the shooting sensations that fill your body, or the emotional waves that flood you, the sense of helplessness, of consummation, of dirtiness, is so exciting. You hate to admit it, because you would never have dared to even mention let alone arrange such a sordid event, but in the quiet moments in your bedroom when it was just you and your hairbrush this is what you fantasised about and now it's happening.

You sense the mood change. The cock leave your ass and cunt.

"Okay, Soph, it's time for you to drink us down. Open wide."

You stare up at Ty, who has pulled you off the sofa so that you're kneeling in front of the 5 men who are all now frantically tugging at their engorged members. You know what is expected, so you open your mouth, your arms hanging at your sides. You look at each of them wide eyed, fearful of what might happen. Then the guy on your left moves forward, grabs your hair and tilts your head back. Your mouth drops open and you feel him spray cum into your mouth.

"Keep it in your mouth sweetie," he hisses, "don't swallow 'til we're all done."

You feel the sticky fluid on your tongue, but before you can address the taste a second guy pushes himself towards you and you feel his seamen lap over your tongue in waves. Then the third fires thin spunk across your tongue and teeth. Almost like a stream of urine, watery, but in great quantity. Your mouth is beginning to feel full but you daren't swallow. The fourth is careless and half the cum is deposit on your cheek and across your lips, but some splashes onto your tongue.

Then Ty moves forward and lifts your chin gently up. "Good girl Sophie. Not long now. Take this, then show us all what you've got, then swallow it all."

You nod almost imperceptibly. He strokes himself rapidly, you can hear the wet slapping of his foreskin. Then you feel his cum, thick and creamy. On your upper lip, in your mouth, across your chin. He seems to last forever, but then he stops. The men all seem to step back. You know what is expected and push your tongue out as far as you dare, a little of the cum in your mouth seeping out across your chin. You're aware of a musky taste, but as you swallow what you really notice is the gloopy consistency and your wretch slightly. The men laugh and this makes you more determined and with a great force of will you swallow the remaining cum.

Ty hands back your dress and the men all drift to seats and resume drinking. They remain naked, but you are apparently no longer of interest to them. You become painfully conscious of your nakedness and dress hurriedly, not even trying to find the discarded panties. You are standing, wet, sore and unsure. Ty looks up at you, "You're done. I've called a cab. See yourself out."

You look about, unsure. But the men are talking and laughing amongst themselves, so you go to the door, let yourself out of the house and walk towards the car that has just pulled up. You aren't sure what's just happened. But you know that you want it to happen again.