10 comments/ 30848 views/ 12 favorites House of Fantasy - Harold & Linda By: Goldeniangel Harold Tripp loved his wife Linda dearly. They had been together for five years, from the time when she was 18 and he was 23 before being married and now they had been married for five years. For their five year anniversary he wanted to do something special for her... and also something special for him. He knew that she sometimes wondered about other men. Harold had not been her very first boyfriend, but he had been the one to take her virginity, and although he knew that she loved him, there was always part of her that wondered what it would be like to be with another man. In some ways she had missed out on a lot of dating experiences because they'd been together since she started college. There had been many times, over the years, when he'd thought about giving her an experience with another man, but it was a venture that was fraught with so many complications. Using a trusted friend would mean a change in the relationship for all of them. Using a stranger seemed unnecessarily dangerous. He had just about given up on the idea when he heard about the House of Fantasy from his friend Elena. She didn't say much, only that it had given her everything she'd hoped for and more, and she claimed it was responsible for getting her and Lance back together. Elena and Harold had always been close but she hadn't been willing to give him many details - although considering the nature of the House of Fantasy he didn't blame her for being shy about that. It had taken some careful thought as he examined all of his feelings... was he doing this for the right reasons? He sincerely loved his wife and wanted her to be as happy and fulfilled as possible. And quite honestly the idea did a few things for him too. Voyeurism had always turned him on. Eventually he had written an email to the Dragon Lady, as Elena had dubbed her, with the fantasy and the qualifications. Elena had warned him to be quite specific in detailing exactly what he wanted. When he received a reply, a few days later, informing him that the House of Fantasy would be happy to accommodate him and Linda for their anniversary, he felt a flutter of excitement and anxiety. The danger, the risk that this could all back fire on him was heavy on his mind, but somehow it also added to the excitement. **** Linda was so excited for her and her Harry's five year anniversary. She could tell that he had something special planned, he'd been acting so secretive... even stranger was when he insisted on helping her pick out an outfit for the night. Normally he hated going shopping. Even more surprising was the dress that they eventually ended up picking out. It was much more revealing than the clothes she normally wore. At 28 she was starting to feel a little run down, it was harder and harder to maintain her weight and to feel good about her looks. The big 3-0 was looming and it was rather scary. Sometimes she felt like her life hadn't been very exciting, and here she was, almost 30 and while she had a loving husband whom she cherished, there were always the times when she felt a bit stuck in a rut and wondered about what might have been. It didn't bother her, most of the time, that she had not been the first woman for her husband. Or that he had been the first and only man for her. But sometimes when her still-single girlfriends got to talking about their sexual escapades... there was always a little twinge of jealousy, although never any regret. Harry was the man for her and she would never regret that, or wish that things had happened differently... but there was no harm in a fantasy, right? Standing and looking at herself in the killer dress, the flaming red sheathe hugging her curves tightly and showing off a generous expanse of bosom, Linda thought that she hadn't looked so good in years. Being so dressed up and sexy gave her belly a tingling flutter of excitement, almost like she was going on a date with someone new instead of her husband. It was wonderful to still be so in love with him, and she was excited for him to see the whole get-up. Although they'd picked out the dress together, today she'd pampered herself with a mani-pedi and put the same flaming red color on both her finger and toe-nails, and she'd gone and gotten a hair cut and blow dry so that her wavy brown hair was soft and perfect. No matter how hard she tried she could never quite duplicate the sexy waves of hair that her stylist could give her. On her feet were peep-toe gold fuck-me heels, showing off her slim ankles and the muscles in her legs. The light that flared in her husband's eyes when she came down the stairs set her heart thumping. Ten years together total and five years of marriage and he still had this effect on her. He was looking good in a grey pin stripe suit with a dark red tie, complementing her without being matchy-matchy. The suit fit him perfectly and she felt her insides twist a little. "You look beautiful honey," he said, presenting her with red roses, his eyes drinking in the deliciously sexy sight of her. She looked classy and sexy, irresistible and yet so far above him. "You're looking pretty hot yourself," she said. Then she kissed him. To her surprise he pulled back a bit. "Careful of your lipstick," he said teasingly. "I'm not sure the restaurant will let me in if my lips are bright red too." Linda laughed. "It's special lipstick, I got it today. Check yourself in the mirror, there's none on you at all." She felt inordinately proud of herself as he glanced at the hallway mirror. The lipstick had been an impulse buy, but more than worth it. With all this red she would have felt weird without red lips. They were pouty and soft looking, and it wouldn't smear for anything. She also wouldn't be able to take it off without Vaseline or chapstick, but that was okay. Having to work hard to get it off was better than having it end up on everything! Seeing that his face was clear, Harold kissed Linda passionately. She tasted delicious, minty and cool, and her hot body was pressed up against him... part of him wanted to just stay here and take her now. Right here on the floor of their home... but he hadn't put all this planning into tonight (not to mention the money) to let it go to waste. ***** After dinner at one of the best restaurants in town, Harold blindfolded his wife and told her that the next stop on their trip was a surprise. As he drove he couldn't help but play with her sexy body, enjoying the fact that she couldn't see or anticipate where his hand would go. He stroked her thighs, the tops of her breasts, let her suck on his finger, pinched her nipples through fabric of the dress, and even fingered her for a few minutes after they parked in front of an innocent looking building that was the address he'd been given. When Linda's breathing started to change he pulled his fingers from her reluctantly and had her suck the juices off of them... as much as he wanted to pleasure his wife, having her worked up without reaching completion was more important. Linda sighed with reluctance as her husband helped her out of the car instead of finishing her off. The dinner had been so wonderfully romantic and Harold's obvious excitement was really rubbing off on her. Giggling like teenagers, he kept his strong arm around her waist as he guided her. She could tell when they entered a building, and then there was a lot of walking... finally a door closed behind them and he led he forward. From the way his body trembled she could tell that whatever was about to happen was what he had been anticipating all night. Pulling his wife's back against him, Harold stood next to the bed, having her face the young man that the House of Fantasy had provided. Good-looking, muscular, in his early twenties, blonde (unlike Harold's dark hair) and brown eyed (Harold had blue), and wearing nothing but some clinging drawstring flannel pants, Harold thought he looked perfect. Angling his wife so that the young man would be the first thing she saw, Harold put one arm around her waist to hold her in place and began to undo the blindfold. "Linda, my love," he whipped off the blindfold, "I'd like you to meet your anniversary present." He felt her gasp and tremble against him. Linda was incredibly confused. They were in a gorgeously decorated, expensive looking room - which she had expected, although it was much more boudoir feeling than she'd have expected from a hotel - and there was a half naked and extremely attractive young man standing in front of her. "Hi Linda," he said, smiling at her with a sexy looking smolder in his eyes. "I'm Chris." As he stepped forward, toward her, she pressed back against her husband who stood hard and firm behind her, keeping her from retreating. "I don't understand," she said, feeling breathless and confused. And also still very aroused. She was in a room with not one, but TWO attractive men, after all, and Harold had gotten her all worked up in the car. Her pussy was very wet and needy, and the way the young man was looking at her and her husband was pressing up behind her was not helping her body to calm down. Chris stopped in front of her, only inches away, and she could see that he had an erection as he looked at her. As Harry started whispering in her ear, Chris reached out and put his hand on her shoulder, letting his fingers slide down to her exposed cleavage, giving her goose bumps as he touched the swells of her breasts. "I know I was the first and only man for you," her husband whispered, watching over her shoulder as Chris touched her. "And I loved that. But I feel like sometimes you wish you had had other experiences, especially when you're talking to your girlfriends. I want you to have that. I want to be the one to give it to you, in fact. We're in a special business that accommodates fantasies, and tonight, my fantasy is to watch you have sex with another man. I hope it will be fulfilling one of your fantasies too." "Oh Harry," she let out all of her breathe. "I love you so much for thinking of that, but I made my vows. I don't have any regrets. I don't want you to do anything that you'll regret just because you're trying to make me happy." She had to stop this before it went too far, Chris was now running his finger along the neckline of her dress over and over again, his eyes on her blushing face, and she was feeling far too turned on and attracted to him for a married woman. In fact, he was everything she fantasized about when she did think about men other than her husband. It made her feel even more guilty and ashamed that her husband knew her so well, loved her so much that he was trying to give this to her. "I want this too," he said gently. The words sent a shudder up her spine, and then he suddenly shoved her forward and into Chris' arms. Linda moaned, only half in protest, as Chris wrapped his arms around her, her hands and body pressed up against his bare chest. As the young man leaned down and began kissing her neck, sending erotic tingles through her body, Linda watched her husband walk around them and around the bed to a chair on the opposite side of the room, facing the bed. He really was just going to sit there and watch while she had sex with another man. She couldn't tell if the thrill of emotion she felt was arousal or anxiety. Then Chris' mouth came down on hers, and for a moment she kept her eyes open, looking at her husband... but Harry didn't look mad. Or jealous. He looked... interested. Eager. Turned on. Closing her eyes, she gave in to the young man's kiss. He was good... different from her husband, but still good. They tasted different. She preferred Harry, to be honest. Harry knew exactly how she liked to be kissed. Chris was almost too energetic with his tongue. Still, there was something incredibly hot about being kissed by him while her husband watched. On their anniversary. She hardly even noticed as Chris unzipped the back of her dress, until he stepped back and let it drop from her body. Immediately she covered herself with her hands, feeling very exposed with this stranger's eyes on her. "Don't do that," he said, taking her hands in his and pulling them away from her. "You're beautiful." She blushed and glanced at her husband. Harry's gaze always made her feel beautiful. Hearing it from Chris and seeing the look in her husband's eyes confirm it made her feel a little better, but still shy. Chris unclasped her bra and pulled it from her; she had to stifle the urge to cover herself again. "I don't know if I can do this," she said nervously, glancing at her husband again. "I'm so scared." Harold shook his head and smiled encouragingly. "You have no idea how hot this is baby. I love you so much." His reassuring words made her feel better as Chris led her over to the bed, helping her onto it and laying her back. Then he was on top of her, leaving her clothed in her thong for the moment as they began kissing again. Hearing some soft sounds to the right, where her husband was, Linda peeked and saw that he was taking off his own clothes as he watched his wife making out with Chris. The young man's hands were starting to get to her, caressing her stomach, her outer thighs, her breasts. When he stopped kissing her and began to suck on her sensitive nipples she couldn't help her body's reaction; her hips humped upwards, questing for a cock to fill her needy pussy. Linda turned her head, watching Harry watch them. He was fisting his dick, slowly, drawing out the self-pleasure as he watched another man touching and suckling on his wife's gorgeous breasts. She moaned. There was something incredibly hot about having her husband watching this. And she couldn't deny that part of her was very excited by the idea of sleeping with someone other than her husband, of having more experience than just one man. This was a story that her single friends would never be able to top. If she ever had the courage to even tell them about it. The young man worked his way down her stomach, his hands still squeezing her breasts. It felt fantastic. Wrong. Wonderful. Immoral. Heavenly as he rolled her nipples between his fingers, pinching hard enough to make her squirm a little. Harry was never quite that rough with her, he was always so tender... but the sharp bite in her nipples somehow increased the aching need at her core. Her body writhed a little as Chris' tongue made patterns on her mound... which Harry had insisted that she get waxed a few days ago. Maybe so that he would have an even better view of another man doing things to her pussy. She moaned again, her hips humping up and down, wanting Chris' mouth on it. Despite the excitement he'd been feeling, Harry was still honestly surprised at how turned on he was watching his wife being fondled by another man. He'd expected some jealousy, but she was so obviously trying to make sure that he was really okay with everything that was happening that he couldn't question her devotion at all. It was pretty hot to watch as her body's responses started overwhelming her, to see her responding to his reassurances with reluctant passion as Chris kissed and touched her. Seeing the way she reacted to his rough pinching of her nipples had been a surprise and had turned him on even more. Linda had undulated, her body rolling underneath Chris when he'd pinched those sweet rosy buds, much more tightly than Harold usually dared, because he didn't want to hurt her. It had never occurred to him that Linda might like it. Definitely something to keep in mind for later. Chris hooked his arms under Linda's legs so that he could reach around her thighs and back up to her breasts and nipples as his mouth delved into her pussy. "Oh God!" she said, the rasp of his tongue across her clit making her body jump. Again he pinched her nipples, twisting them this time, and the jet of sharp pain sent a rush of heat through her body as her pussy responded, her hips moving up and down as he licked and sucked at her folds. Her nipples were so sensitive that she would have never thought they'd be able to handle to rough treatment... but she liked it. Turning her head again, she met her husband's eyes and locked gazes with him. Her eyes were slightly glazed with pleasure as the young man between her legs nibbled at her core, her legs draped over his shoulders. Then Chris' hands came down and pushed at her thighs, lifting her hips slightly off of the bed. Linda cried out, her hands grabbing at the sheets beneath her, her expression shocked as her body writhed. Harold suddenly realized that Chris was licking his wife's anus, and his cock jerked in his hands at the thought. He'd never done that before... although he'd occasionally played with the rim of her ass with his finger while he was eating her out, Linda had seemed uncomfortable with it. Then again, he hadn't tried in years. Chris' surprise oral assault on her virgin hole sent Linda into a haze of burning need, her body twitching as she tried to find purchase. "Oh please... oh please... oh please..." she said over and over again, not even sure what she was asking for. The tongue pressing against her most forbidden area was teasing a bundle of nerves that she'd barely felt. Harold had touched her there a couple times, early in their love making and explorations of each other's bodies, but she had been too scared to let him do anything else. Chris' tongue was eliciting sensations she hadn't known were possible and igniting a whole new set of fantasies that she'd never had before. Then Chris let her body fall and he was sliding off his pants... this was the time to stop him, to say no... but she turned to look at her husband and saw his excitement, felt the corresponding desire in her own body. As Chris rubbed his dick up and down her sopping slit, she shivered and moaned, looking deep in her husband's eyes as another man's penis touched her sweet folds for the first time in her life. Harold stood and walked over to them, masturbating as he looked down at the juncture of his wife's legs just as Chris began to push into her body. Because her husband was now standing above her, Linda was now looking up and she could see Harold's face as well as Chris' as her vagina was penetrated by the second dick to ever touch it. It didn't feel very different from Harold's... but it felt good. Fantastic. Wonderfully stretching her as Chris pushed inside, and she cried out with pleasure. Seeing her husband standing over her and masturbating as she was filled with another man's dick was its own kind of turn-on. Now that Chris was fully inside of his wife and beginning to thrust, Harold moved back to his seat so that he could watch the full view. Seeing another man's dick penetrate Linda's beautiful pussy, stretching those delicate lips wide as it slid into her, had been incredibly hot. He'd been a bit envious, because he knew how amazing her pussy was, but not at all jealous. His wife was gorgeous, the young man fucking her wasn't unattractive... it was better than any porn he'd ever seen. He kept masturbating, keeping his blood at a slow boil but not planning on coming to completion anytime soon. Linda moaned and humped back as Chris began getting down to the business of sexing her up. It was so strange to look up and see someone who wasn't her husband, to know that he was inside of her, and it was turning her on incredibly, especially because she knew her husband was watching. That he wanted this. That he'd set it up for her. Her nipples tingled with the rough treatment Chris had given her, her sensitive ass still buzzed with the phantom sensation of his tongue on it, and her full pussy was happily gripping the cock that was plowing into it over and over again. Pleasure mounted inside of her, his cock rubbing the insides of her walls, his own groans as he ground against her body were turning her on. House of Fantasy - Harold & Linda "Oh god..." she moaned, wrapping her legs around him, finally fully engaged in the sex as the tension inside of her started coming to a head. "Oh Chris... Oh Harry... Harry he's going to make me cum...." "Cum baby," her husband said. "Cum all over his cock while he fills you up." Her husband's words, the realization that Chris wasn't wearing a condom and that Harry wanted the young man to cum inside of her, sent Linda over the edge. As her cries of passionate release rang out, her hands and legs tightened around Chris as he began thrusting hard, fast and deep inside of her, shoving his dick through her rippling pussy, making her orgasm even more intense as he forced his cock to spread the convulsing muscles. "OH HARRY HE'S MAKING ME CUM!" Linda screamed as the ecstasy wrapped around her, the walls of her tight sheathe gripping the hard cock inside of her. Chris let out a groan low in his throat, unable to hold back any longer he shoved himself as deep as he could and rubbed his body against her splayed pussy as he filled her with his jizz. The sensation of another man's cum in her pussy, the friction of his body against her clit, made Linda thrash in his arms as the incredible pleasure expanded and contracted inside of her, fulfilling her body and her hidden fantasies. Chris kissed her, more gently, as their conjoined bodies rocked together, finishing out the last of their orgasms. She could feel him softening inside of her and then he pulled out and away from her. Linda found herself looking up at her husband. For a moment deep shame suffused her as she realized that not only had she had sex with another man, but she had gotten off from it in a big way and her husband had seen how incredibly unfaithful her dark desires and her body could be to him. Then she saw the look on his face. Suddenly Harry was on top of her, both of them kissing passionately. He kissed her exactly right, exactly the way she liked it. Neither of them noticed Chris leaving the room. "Oh baby," Harry kissed down her neck, his hands massaging her tender breasts. "That was so hot. You have no idea how hot you are." "Oh Harry, I can't believe you liked that!" "You did too baby, I saw how much you liked it." His mouth found her nipple, suckling on it he reclaimed it for his own. And, remember what he had seen Chris do, he bit down on it a little bit and watched with pleasure as his wife writhed for him. "OH HARRY! Oh it's so sensitive... please..." "This is my nipple," he growled, deep in his throat. Even though he had enjoyed watching his wife get fucked by another man, he was now feeling a little more caveman... a sudden desire to reclaim her body for himself. He nipped her nipple again, enjoying her gasp of pained pleasure and the movements of her body underneath him. "Your nipple," Linda agreed faintly as Harold switched to the other tender bud, sucking and then biting down on that one too. Despite the contentment that had filled her after Chris had made her cum, Harold's unaccustomed possessiveness and rough treatment of her super sensitive nipples was creating a stirring sensation between her legs again. Harold's mouth kissed all over her chest and stomach, exactly where Chris had kissed her before, taking her body back... and he left a few hickey marks on his way. She loved it. Loved the feeling of his mouth on her, the intensity of his emotion as he handled her body, and she loved knowing that she still loved him. And he still loved her. Despite the fact that she had just slept with another man, on their wedding anniversary, they both still loved each other so deeply... and maybe even a little bit more than before. Harold lined his cock up with his wife's pussy, which was starting to leak a little bit of Chris' cum. He'd once read an article which talked about how the foreskin on human men was theorized to be part of nature's way of making sure that your cum impregnated the woman. It would sweep out the semen of other men who had already mated with her, to give your sperm the best chance of getting to the egg and continuing the survival of your line. That had always amused him, but now he found that that's exactly what he wanted to do to his wife. He was glad he was uncircumcised. She was so wet, from her previous orgasm, her current arousal and the deposit of spunk that Chris had left in her, that Harry was able to shove deep into her pussy in one stroke. Pulling out almost all the way, he could actually look down and see that Chris' jizz was being dragged out of her body by his own cock, pushed out by his foreskin. God that was hot. Harold began fucking his wife in earnest, with long, deep, slow strokes, enjoying the sensation of re-taking his wife, removing the leavings of another man and establishing his ownership of her pussy. Linda groaned, Harold had never fucked her like this before... there was something so sure and confident about his body, the hard strokes in and out of her seemed to take so much longer than usual, and erotic stoking of the slow building fire between her legs that was quickly being fanned to full life by his heaving movements. Her pussy squished with wetness, the sensitive channel gripping her husbands cock as though she could pull him deeper into herself with just her interior muscles. Harold filled her, took her like he never had before, and it was the most intense sensation she'd ever felt pre-orgasm. The long slow thrusting of her husbands cock meant that he rubbed against her g-spot with every stroke, and the steady fucking created an exquisite build of sensation in Linda that overflowed into an intense orgasm as her husband's cock continued its long slow plundering of her body. Linda writhed on the end of his cock, under him, weighed down and over taken by him. Her body was lost in rapture that slowly melded into sensations that were so intense they were became almost painful as he continued the long drag in and out of her tenderized pussy, his body still pushing against the oversensitive bud of her clit. "Oh Harry... Harry it's too much..." her hands pushed at his chest. Harry grabbed them and held them above her head, his fingers interlocked with hers as his thrusts started coming hard and fast. He loved the feeling of Linda's over stimulated body beneath his, the knowledge that he was delivering so much pleasure to her that she couldn't take it. She screamed as she came on him, tears leaking from her eyes with ecstasy as his hard fucking sent her flying over the edge into the most intense orgasm of her life. Inside of her his cock expanded and began to pulse, gripped by her clenching pussy as the rapture inside of her soared. With her eyes closed she could actually see bursts of color on the insides of her eyelids, like fireworks, the impassioned cries torn from her throat as her husband filled her with his cream, reclaiming her as his own. "Linda," he moaned as he collapsed on top of her quivering body. "Oh baby... baby that was incredible." His wife whimpered beneath him, her body twitching every time he moved, she was so overwhelmed by all of the orgasms that she'd had. "Wow..." she finally whispered. Her body ached in the best way possible. Between her legs Harold filled himself out of her body, and she shook with the reaction of her spasming pussy before relaxing again. He leaned back, propping himself up on his elbows so that he could look down at her face. Her lipstick was still perfect and he kissed her, deeply. "You are the best wife ever." Linda laughed. "You're the best husband ever. That was... incredible. I just want you to know, Harold, I love you so much. You didn't have to do that, but it was amazing and... I just love you so much." She pulled him down for another passionate kiss. "You're mine baby," he said after they broke the kiss off. Teasingly he touched his lips to her nose. "Always and forever," she promised. "Just do me a favor and warn me the next time you want to fulfill a fantasy! I almost peed my pants when I first realized what you wanted!" Harold chuckled. "I will. I have to admit, watching your reaction to Chris tonguing your ass did give me a few ideas." Linda batted at him playfully. "I bet it did. I wouldn't mind that. But not tonight. I think I'm going to be sore for a week." "Happy anniversary baby," he grinned down at her. "Happy anniversary. I love you."