0 comments/ 14659 views/ 3 favorites The Impossible By: Jaygee79 "Great. Now what am I going to do?" Jeannie said to herself. It was a hot and very humid July morning and she was stranded on the side of the road. Her car had overheated and wasn't moving anytime soon. She had tried to call a tow truck, but being on a small road in the middle of nowhere, there was no phone service. Jeannie was just thinking of walking home when a very expensive looking red Mercedes convertible stopped next to her. "Need a ride?" a voice from inside said. Jeannie's breath caught in her throat. Could it be? she thought. Oh my God, it is. Colin was behind the wheel, speaking to her. "Jeannie, is that you? Wow, it's been forever since I've seen you. How have you been?" he said. It took her a second to find her voice. "Uh…good. I've been pretty good. Until this morning, that is," she said, glancing at her car. My God, he's gorgeous, she thought. They had known each other in high school. Well, known is a strong word. Jeannie had always been in love with Colin, but he never knew she existed. At least, that's what she thought. She had always been on the chubby side, and knew that no boy, especially one of the most popular boys in her graduating class, would give her a second look. She had always been a bit of a loner, never had a lot of friends, never a boyfriend. She had been on only 2 dates, and had only been kissed once. She had long ago broken her hymen with her vibrator, the only lover she thought she would ever have. By now, she was used to getting no attention from the opposite sex and had learned to accept the fact that she would never have the passionate relationship she always longed for. Colin, on the other hand, was the object of practically every girl's affection. His parents were not rich, but they were well off enough to afford to give their son a Mercedes for graduation. He was tall and worked out quite often from what Jeannie could see. His smile could melt any girl's heart. "So, uh…do you want a ride?" His words brought her back to reality. "Oh, um, no that's OK. It's not far, I can walk," she said. "Aw come on, it's too hot to walk. Hop in." "Alright," she said and lowered herself into the plush leather seat. She still couldn't believe that he remembered her name. All throughout high school they had never spoke so much as a single word to each other, and yet he knew exactly who she was. That, to her, was amazing. They drove down the road not saying a word. She glanced over at him, in disbelief that, even though it had only been five years since they graduated, he was still just as handsome. He looked over at her and caught her staring. He gave her one of his award-winning smiles and she almost came right there. My God, what I wouldn't give to have just one night with him, she thought to herself. As she was staring off into the trees fantasizing about what they would be doing together if she got her wish, Jeannie suddenly realized that they were slowing down to a stop. She looked over at Colin, and asked why they had stopped. "It's so hot out, I need to go for a swim. Come on!" he yelled as he hopped out of the car and ran down to the lake that they had stopped at. Deciding to use the opportunity to check him out a bit further, Jeannie got out of the car and walked down to the shore where Colin had already pulled off his shirt. "Oh, I forgot my suit in the trunk of the car. I'll be right back." He ran back up the hill and a short time later reappeared. "I don't have my suit with me. Shit, I was really in the mood for a swim." He said as he met her back on the shore. She tried not to look at his bare chest as they talked. That's all she needed right now; to see his beautiful muscles, knowing that she could never have him. "Well, why don't you swim in your shorts?" she said, avoiding his eyes for fear that he could see the lust in her eyes. "No, then I'll have nothing to put on when I come out. Would you mind if I went in with my underwear?" he asked. "No," she replied too quickly, then wanted to kick herself for sounding like an idiot. "OK, cool." He replied as he started unbuttoning his shorts. Oh, God, just kill me now and spare me the torture, she thought. He removed his shorts and ran into the water, diving headfirst as soon as it was deep enough. When he came back up, he yelled to her, "Aren't you going to come in? It feels great!" Grateful that she had worn her bathing suit today, she took off her shoes and then her shorts and shirt and slowly walked into the water, making sure to stay at a safe distance from Colin. She didn't need the embarrassment of him catching her staring again. Jeannie paddled around a bit and turned around to sneak another peek at Colin, but he was gone. Suddenly he popped up out of the water right in front of her, not more than a foot away. He had an evil grin on his face and she wondered what was up when he picked his hand up out of the water, dangling his boxer briefs in mid-air. He turned around and swam closer to shore and tossed them up onto the sand, then turned back and swam back to her. "OK, now it's your turn," he said. "What? No, I-I can't..." she said, but his lips pressed to hers, cutting off the rest of her words. It was the most passionate kiss that she had ever experienced, not that she had much to compare it to. His mouth pressed firmly to hers and his tongue gently prodded her lips open. This was what she had fantasized about so many times. Her passion took over her body and her tongue found his. Her hand moved up to his neck and stroked his wet hair. Colin's hands slowly moved over her back, up to her shoulders and gently pulled down the straps of her suit. She was not about to protest now. Finally he broke the kiss, only to leave a trail of soft kisses on her ear, over her neck and shoulders, back up her neck and met her lips again. He slowly pulled down her suit, exposing her large breasts. She loved to swim naked and normally enjoyed the cool feel of the water on her bare skin, but right now she couldn't care less about the water. All she cared about were the lips moving over hers, the hands gently caressing her body, the beautiful rippling chest pressed against her. He pulled her suit down off her body, so that all that separated their naked bodies was the water. "You are so beautiful," he whispered. He kissed her again with even more passion than before. He wanted her so badly. His cock was so hard it hurt. He had to slow down his kisses for a few minutes or he would've come right then and there. Colin pulled Jeannie closer to shore so that her breasts were fully exposed to him. He gently held her close to him with one arm while he worked his way down her body, his tongue never leaving her skin. He gently kissed, nibbled, and sucked every inch of her breast, working his way towards her nipple. His lips lightly brushed her nipple, sending chills down her spine. He licked and sucked her nipple while his free hand played with the other until she was moaning and writhing with pleasure, begging him for more. He slowly worked his hand down her stomach until he could feel her soft mound. He stopped for a minute, surprised that he felt no hair. This turned him on even more and he knew he had to have her soon. His finger worked its way into her slit and moved ever so lightly over her clit. She gasped and thought she would pass out with pleasure. His fingers slowly made circles around her clit, sending waves of pleasure through her body. She was so close, and then his fingers left her bud and worked their way down further, finding her hole. Gently he worked one, then another finger into her, slowly moving them in and out of her. As he felt her insides starting to contract on his fingers, he gently rubbed her clit with his thumb. This was too much for her and she came like she never had before. Her entire body shuddered and for a minute she blacked out. When she came to, his fingers were still inside of her. He knew he couldn't wait any longer. He had to have her now. He pulled her closer to him and positioned himself at her hole. She wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. The buoyancy of the water held up the rest of her. He stared deeply into her eyes, looking for any sign that he had gone too far, but all he saw were love and passion. He had waited for this moment since he had first seen her in their freshman year. As he slowly worked the head of his cock into her hole, their mouths pressed together, their tongues searching frantically for each other. As their tongues met, he pushed his entire shaft into her, trying desperately not to cum yet. He wanted this to last forever, or at least for as long as possible. They held each other, unmoving for a moment, savoring the feelings they were experiencing. Finally, he very slowly pulled his cock out so that only the head was still inside her, then little by little pushed it back in. His slow, gentle thrusts drove her wild. He gradually quickened the pace until they were both breathing heavily. He could feel her heartbeat against his chest and he knew in that instant that he was in love. He could feel her orgasm quickly approaching, and just as he thought he couldn't hold back anymore her arms tightened around his neck and her entire body convulsed in his arms. That was all he could take and he let out a low moan, shooting all of his cum deep inside her. He thought he would never stop coming. Finally, they collapsed in each other's arms, exhausted and spent. He gently kissed her cheek, her forehead, her nose, then her lips. Then he looked deep into her eyes and whispered the words she thought she would never hear. "I love you." As they dressed on the beach, they told each other of their longing for each other all throughout high school. Colin had always wanted her. There was something about her that the other girls didn't have. He wasn't quite sure what it was, but it had drawn him to her. But she was always so quiet and shy, he had decided it better to keep his distance. Over the years since their graduation, he had never forgotten her, always hoping someday that they would be together. They drove to her house in silence. No longer was there awkwardness, or embarrassment. Now there was love, a love that filled all the crevices of their hearts. The Impossible When you're in your early twenties, the world is open to you. You feel so invincible and that nothing is impossible. My aunt always told me nothing was impossible and if you didn't try, you would never know what your limitations were. My girlfriend Clare and I watched a porn movie together when we were stuck in a hotel for a night outside of Indianapolis. We had always had great sex in our two years together, but I was feeling like something was missing. That movie we watched in the hotel room that night helped me figure out what it was that was missing. There was a scene where two women were having sex and then a guy came in and joined in. I knew then, that I wanted that. I wanted the experience of a threesome, with Clare and one other woman. Clare fidgeted a little during the scene, but right after the scene, we were fucking like we hadn't done in a long time. And when I was ready to cum, I pulled out and pushed my cock into her mouth. I wanted to see how she'd respond tasting her own pussy juices and my cum at the same time. Watching my wet cock slide between her open lips just really sent me over the edge. She swallowed and didn't complain afterwards and I knew I had to have that threesome. The problem would be finding the third person. My family split up when I was sophomore in high school. My father moved south to Florida to write a novel and fish. My mother took my younger brother and moved to California. I wanted to stay in my hometown, so I moved in with my Aunt Jenny. She had a house at the edge of town that sat on a couple of acres of land. Her late husband had been a farmer and when he died, she got the house and the land. Jenny wasn't the farming type, she liked the city more, but the house was big and comfortable and it was paid for. Once a month she would go into the city and spend a weekend there. I always imagined she had a boyfriend there and she kept things quiet so she could continue to lead her own life in the farmhouse. She was an independent type who liked nice things and liked her space, she liked culture and considered herself a refined, worldly woman. As far as looks go, Jenny was attractive, but not a beauty. She wore her make up well and kept her hair stylish, her large, almond shaped green eyes were her best asset other than her body. What men (and women) first noticed about Jenny were her breasts. Jenny was a 38D with a small waist and nicely shaped hips. Her ass was round, but not huge; standing at five-seven, her body was an incredibly appealing package. After I moved in with Jenny, I spent many nights fantasizing about her tits. I jerked off more to one of her bras than I did to any magazine. Once she caught me in the bathroom with one of her bras and my dick in my hand. Jenny just said, "Oh my." And closed the door. Outside the door, she said in a low, sexy voice, "You just finish what you're doing, dinner will be waiting when you're done." With her approval, I finished. I kept the bra in my room and she never asked about it. It seemed to me that she did wear lower cut tops for a while after that, but maybe that was just what I wanted to see. When I graduated high school, Jenny and I got drunk and played strip poker. I could not get up from the table when she was down to her bra and panties. I was sure I'd cum right there, but somehow I managed to control myself. Jenny seemed to enjoy it, teasing me, making me wriggle with excitement. She played it up well and when we were all done, she came around the table and kissed me passionately on the mouth. Then she gathered her clothes and went off to bed, leaving her door open. I gathered up my clothes, stood outside her door watching her brush her hair, and get ready for bed. I wanted to cross that threshold and I think she wanted me to, but I was too far-gone and far too nervous. I shot my load right there when she took off her bra and rubbed her breasts. Nothing ever happened between us, though I often thought that that's what she wanted from me. We were very close, we were able to talk about everything and I think I worried that if anything happened we wouldn't be so close. But, it was always in the back of my mind and there were days were I still fantasized about her. So, after failing to find someone that was an ideal partner for the threesome -- someone that Clare would just feel comfortable with -- I decided to get some help from my Aunt Clare. We sat down over dinner one night about two months after the movie and after a few glasses of wine, I decided that was the time to broach the subject with my Aunt. "You're very worldly." I said to her as I refilled her wine glass. "I'm sure you've experienced things that many people around here haven't." She smiled wickedly at me, "Such as?" "Sexually." Her smile broadened and she shipped her wine. "Well, I'm not a porn star or anything, but I've been around the block as they say." I didn't know where to go from there I had kind of painted myself into a corner and I felt like I didn't know what to say next. I stammered a little and played with my food trying to remember how I'd planned to approach this. "Is it something with Clare?" She helped me. "Something wrong in the bedroom?" "Oh, it's not that something's wrong, it's that I just want to -- eh, try something different." "Hmmm." She leaned back in her chair her cleavage seemed to push up out of her blouse. "Let me guess, backdoor?" I laughed a little. Truth was that Clare and I had tried that a time or two and while it wasn't her favorite, it wasn't a problem. "No." "It's not an oral problem is it?" "No." Clare wasn't great at giving head, but she was a willing participant. "No, we're okay there." I found myself getting excited with this very open discussion. Jenny stared at me over the rim of her wine glass. "Are you guys getting kinky or something?" I laughed again and set my wine glass down. There was only one way to approach this and that was directly. "I'd like -- I'm wondering how one would go about getting into a threesome." Jenny licked her lips and leaned forward, her breasts pushing against the edge of the table. "Oh, that. Who's idea is this?" "Mine." I said plainly. "I figured as much." Jenny's smile never faded. "What are Clare's thoughts on this?" "Uhm, we haven't really discussed it as far as it actually happening." "What's that mean?" "Oh, we talked about it before. You know the typical, 'what do you think' kind of thing and she said she wasn't too crazy about the idea. I guess she had a cousin -- a girl cousin -- who kissed her when she was fourteen and it kind of freaked her out. And then she had a girl at college hit on her so..." "So, it sounds like you might be two people away from a threesome." "I don't know." I replied in earnest. "I think she might actually be interested with the right person, but I just don't know how we -- pull it all together, you know?" The smile never left Jenny's face. "So, you want me to help you figure this out?" "I just thought you might know how to start this. Tell me what I need to do. You know, how do I initiate it and with who?" Now Jenny leaned back again and now her smile was more of knowing grin. The wheels were turning. After a moment, she sipped her wine and said, "Well, for starters you need to make sure Clare is interested -- for real. You need to know that when you present this idea that it's going to be fly and not crash." So, we set a plan in motion where Jenny would find out for me if Clare were interested in a threesome with another woman. Jenny and Clare were friends and Jenny was sure she could find out if there was anything there. Naturally, I didn't tell her that I hoped she would be the third person, I figured one step at a time would get me in the right direction.. So, two weeks later Jenny invited Clare over to help her plan a party. Jenny assured me she would have an answer for me the following day. She did not disappoint me. When I arrived at the house Jenny was dressed in tight jean cut-offs and a tight fitting t-shirt. She was busy getting ready for a little gathering she was going to have that evening. Since time was short, she led me back to her office and showed me her desk. On the desk were a few drawings of naked women and one drawing of two women kissing. "I had these out yesterday and I watched how Clare reacted when she saw them." Jenny was very proud of herself. "She was visibly excited by the drawings and when I worked closely with her I could feel her tension. When she left, I hugged her and gave her a light kiss on the cheek. She held the embrace longer than necessary." "You're good, Jenny." I commented as I was mentally trying to keep my cock from ripping through my jeans. "She's interested." Jenny stated, "She's very interested. She just needs to be with the right person." "Yeah." I sighed feeling my cock start to sink. "How do you go about doing that? I mean, how do I find someone to join us?" "Well." Jenny's smile grew broad and she winked at me, "I think it might be best if she has one on one session with someone she trusts first. Kind of a warm up." I was stunned and didn't know what to say. I didn't dare say what I was thinking. "Who?" I finally asked. "Well, I invited her over next Saturday for dinner." Jenny turned her back to me as she walked around her desk collecting the drawings. "I thought that I might be able to test the waters for you, if that would be okay." Once again, my cock jumped up and I was sure I was going to shoot my load in my pants. "So, you think if she feels comfortable with you and you two can -- you know, kind of break the ice -- that she might open up to the idea more?" "Oh, she'll open up." "So, why can't I just find someone for the threesome?" I blurted out. "First things first." She leaned on the corner of the desk. "I'll make sure she's interested and then we'll work on the threesome for you." I couldn't believe this was happening. Only one thing bothered me, I wasn't going to be there for the event. Even if I was only going to watch, I wanted to be there. "Can I be there to see how things turn out?" Jenny laughed lightly and smiled so broadly I thought her face would split open. "I think we can arrange to give you a front row seat." The next week I was so horny I was fucking Clare every chance I got. It seemed wrong because every time I fantasized about my Aunt's big tits. Jenny had nice tits, a healthy and firm 34 C, but I had longed to be up close and personal with Jenny's boobs. The idea of Clare sucking on those giant melons was just too exciting and I would cum early on during sex. On Friday night, Clare gave me a blowjob first so when we had sex I might last longer. On Saturday afternoon, Jenny picked me up and drove me to her house. She had a knee length skirt on and a jeans shirt for a top. She looked very comfortable. I asked her on the way, "So, I'm assuming you've slept with another woman before?" "I lived in the city for a few years and I hung around with a pretty adventurous crowd. Lesbian sex was one of the tamer things I did back then." "Really." I said sincerely shocked. "I just always figured guys would be chasing you left and right." "Oh, I've always liked boys." She replied with a smile. "And with these," She gestured at her breasts, "boys always liked me too." She glanced at me, "As I remember you were rather enamored with my breasts for awhile." I wanted to change the subject as my cock was springing to life again. I looked away and laughed, "You know how boys are, uncontrollable urges and all." "Yes." She said sweetly. At the house, she showed me to her bedroom and then the closet. The closet was large, nearly as big as my dorm room at school. She pointed to the closet and said, "You stand in there, you'll have a perfect view of the bed from there." She turned away to walk out then turned back to me and said, "Don't make a mess in there." Clare arrived at the house around six and the two of them started cooking and drinking wine together. I sat upstairs in my old room for a long time then moved to the bedroom around eight. Jenny had told me she wouldn't rush things and for me to be prepared to wait. About 8:15 Jenny and Clare came up the stairs. Clare had a stain on her shirt and Jenny said she had another shirt for her to put on. I knew Clare well enough that I could tell she was excited when she came into the room. Her nipples were erect through the fin fabric of her bra and her face was flushed. She kept playing with her hair, which was one way I knew that she was horny. As Clare took off her shirt Jenny stepped up right behind her and gently touched her side. Clare turned to her acting surprised. "You have such beautiful skin." Jenny said sincerely. "You have been complimenting me all night. You're making me blush." Clare replied. "You just remind me of my youth." That caught Clare's attention. "Youth? You're so young. If I didn't know better I'd swear you're just a few years older than me." "Oh you're sooo sweet." Jenny said and hugged Clare tight smashing their breasts against one another. As they pulled apart, Jenny gave Clare a light kiss on the lips. "You make me feel quite young and adventurous again." Clare didn't pull back, the two of them stood with their hands on each other's hips their faces just inches apart. Clare finally said, "You're such a great woman, Jenny, you always seem so young and vibrant to me." "Now who's blushing?!" Jenny said and hugged Clare harder. This time her hands traced up and down Clare's back. As Jenny pulled back she said, "Oh, I'm being bad. Too much wine, I guess." "Bad?" Clare asked, not letting go of my Aunt. "How are you being bad?" "Well," Jenny said with a sigh, "you're making me awful horny and I feel like I'm coming on to you." Clare didn't respond at first. Her back was to me and I think she was taken a back. Finally, she said, "I bet Craig wishes he was here to hear you say that. He thinks you're so hot." Jenny leaned in and kissed Clare full on the mouth. The kiss was tender and probing, growing deeper with each passing moment. Clare did not pull away at first. When the kiss broke, Clare pulled back and shook her head. "Wow. That was some kiss." "Sorry." Jenny said quickly, but did not let go of her. "I was just overcome." "The wine." Clare said quietly and started to pull away. Jenny kept a tight hold on her, but did not pull her back, she just did not let her go. "No, it's more than the wine. I've always been attracted to you, Clare. You're a beautiful young woman." Clare seemed suddenly uncomfortable and I thought for sure the whole night was ruined. "Uhm, I'm flattered, but I'm not really..." Jenny leaned in and kissed Clare on the neck. "This doesn't make you a lesbian, Clare. It just makes you a woman." Now Clare pushed back a little more forcefully, "I just don't think I can do this." Jenny relaxed her grip and pulled back. "Oh, I see. I'm a little too old, aren't I?" "No, no!" Clare replied catching Jenny's hand. "I'm just -- Oh, God! I know Craig wants me to do this -- to have sex with another woman, but I'm just so...I mean I've barely figured out the male body!: "But you know the female body." Clare pushed away again. "Where's the shirt? I can wear my blouse. I'm okay." I was anxious. I was starting to think that Clare would win this battle and then I'd never have the chance. Not the chance for the threesome and not the chance to, at least, see Jenny naked. Just then Jenny pulled back and pulled off her top. The bra she was wearing barely contained her breasts. Her stomach showed a little bit of flab, but otherwise she still looked hot. "Here take by blouse." Clare turned back to her and nearly gasped looking at Jenny's huge tits. She stopped with her hands at her sides and stared at Jenny. "God, you're so hot." Jenny stepped forward and put a hand on Clare's shoulder. "Come lie on the bed and let's talk." Clare's knees started to sag a little. Jenny leaned in again and kissed her gently on the lips. "We'll lie on the bed and just get to know each other better." Clare looked around as if she suspected someone might be watching. "I like boys. I just really like boys. I like Craig." "I like boys too. Nothing like a good hard cock, but sometimes," Jenny took her by the hand, "sometimes you need something softer. I've always kept my options open." Jenny lead her over to the bed and set her down. Clare just sat there with her hands in her lap and her head down. Jenny stepped up and straddled her legs. With one hand, she reached back and unhooked her own bra. Her breasts bounced in front of Clare's face. Clare looked up at the large breasts so close to her face. "I like when a boy sucks on my nipples and works his way down to my clit." She put her hand behind Jenny's head and pulled her face into her breast. "Lick that." Slowly, Clare opened her mouth and let her lips fall on the large nipple before her. Gently she started kissing and then licking and eventually she was sucking on the nipple. Jenny moaned with delight. After a moment she pulled Clare back and bent and kissed her passionately on the mouth. As they kissed, Jenny's hand went down to Clare's firm breast and squeezed it gently. She slipped her fingers inside the bra and played with the nipple. When they broke the kiss Clare said, "See? It's not so bad." "You're so beautiful." Clare said and she put her face back down to the large nipple and started eagerly sucking on it. Jenny rose up and let Clare work on the nipple. She unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor. She wore no underwear. She guided Clare's hand to her crotch and Clare pulled back as if shocked. Jenny pushed her back on the bed. "Have you ever tasted your own pussy?" Clare only nodded. I thought about the night that I pulled out and came in her mouth with her pussy juices all over my cock. My cock was rock hard and I was stroking myself lightly. Jenny worked the zipper of Clare's jeans and started to pull them down. Again, Clare protested. "Let's go slowly." "You like kissing don't you?" Jenny asked. "Oh yes." Clare cooed. "I love to kiss." With that, Jenny lowered herself down onto my girlfriend and kissed her passionately. They rolled around atop the bed kissing and touching, Jenny being the bolder of the two. Her hands explored Clare's young body with expert precision, as if she had a map to every one of Clare's sensitive spots. Clare writhed on the bed, now anxious, yet still hesitant to take the even further. Jenny finally worked off the jeans and kissed up her left leg. I watched as Clare spread her legs and let Jenny's face down into her crotch. Clare arched her back and moaned loudly and I thought I would cum. The scene was too much to bear. I was so horny and now Jenny's ass was sticking up in the air. Her hands massaged Clare's pert breasts. I stepped out of the closet and out of my pants all in one-step. I removed my shirt and softly crept up behind Jenny's round ass. I knew what I wanted, but didn't know if I truly dared. What would be Jenny's reaction and worse yet, what would be Clare's reaction. But, now I had gone too far and as I approached, I saw Jenny turn toward me, her face wet with Clare's pussy juices and wink. She spread her legs more and I positioned my cock at the entrance of her pussy hole. Jenny reached back and spread her pussy lips for me. I slowly pushed my cock in and I heard Jenny moan into Clare's snatch. I started pushing harder and then I saw Clare look up over Jenny's back. Her body shuddered and I knew she was having a huge orgasm. Bigger than anything I had ever given her. Once her orgasm had subsided, Clare surprised me by pushing herself up on her elbows and looking me straight in the eye. "Pull your cock out of her so I can suck it." The Impossible I did what she asked, positioning myself on the bed so she could suck Jenny's juices off of it. As she sucked and really worked my cock, I could see her excitement grow all the more. She was more excited than I had ever seen her. As Jenny worked her way up her body with sweet kisses Clare was panting as she tried to engulf my cock with her mouth. I was close to cumming, but I did my best to hold off. Then, Clare pulled away and turned toward Jenny. They kissed violently as Clare's fingers slid into Jenny's wet hole and finger-fucked her. I head Clare say in a raspy, sexy voice, "Yes, you're pussy tastes so good." With that she moved down and buried her face into Jenny's bush. She was licking and sucking as best as she could. Then she turned back to me and said, "Fuck me, Craig. Fuck me from behind while I eat Jenny's pussy." I did what she asked. Behind her, watching my Aunt's big tits as she cupped them in her hands and Clare's nice ass before me while I pumped at her pussy I knew I wouldn't last. I was too excited and was surprised I had lasted as long as I had. I pulled out and climbed back on the bed so my cock was next to Jenny's huge tits. I wanted to climb on top of her and fuck those monsters, but there was no time. I started shooting my load onto her breasts just as she came. She reached out a hand and stroked me sending more hot cum down her arm and onto her neck. Clare finished licking and worked her way up Jenny's body licking off my cum and moaning like I had never heard her moan before. I collapsed on the bed next to my Aunt and Clare kissing. I was in heaven and from what I could tell, so were they. Then while Clare went back to licking off my cum, Jenny turned toward me and I kissed her on the mouth. I could taste the pussy juices and a bit of the saltiness of my own cum. "Don't fall asleep." Jenny said with a smile. "We've got more to do." Clare looked up at the two of us and sat back. "Did you two plan this?" "Craig was curious to see if you could be seduced." "I had asked Jenny about how to start a threesome." Clare put her hands over Jenny's huge breasts. "Who could resist these tits?" After a few minutes of talking and a new bottle of wine, Clare decided that she wanted to see me fuck Jenny. She watched and fingered herself to another orgasm while I made Jenny scream with delight. I had the feeling that I might have created a monster, but much to my delight, Clare really only wanted me. She wanted me to be happy. She wanted to fulfill my fantasies, and she insisted I was enough. I never worried about her sleeping with another woman without me, but then there are times when her and my Aunt Jenny still hang out and I'm not invited over. Soon, we will have to do that all again. The Impossible Dream Oh, my God! As she swept her skirt aside to enter the cab, it was all I could do to keep my heart inside, that brief glimpse of her white flesh or her butter-smooth thigh, it aroused the animal passion in me in that split-second. Me being a sucker for white flesh, could readily understand my instant attraction towards her but I could also easily understand something else – she was way out of my league! The fact that I was picking her up from in front of the country club directly led to the conclusion that she was probably the daughter of a rich millionaire and girlfriend of some other rich millionaire-offspring. "Esplanade," she said, and man! You had to hear that honey-sweet voice to really understand why it made me feel like I wanted to do anything for her. Out of my league she maybe, but I could not help watching her through the rear-view mirror all the way to the new fancy 5-star hotel that she had named. Soft, tempting cheeks, full luscious lips that could make you understand what heaven tasted like and long blond hair that reached past her shoulders. As I moved my range a little lower, the soft but full mounds of her shapely breasts slowly started to arouse the beast in my pants. And the fact that she seemed to be angry and the mounds rose and fell with her heavy breathing, didn't help me any. Believe me, I never wanted that journey to end. But end it did and just as I stopped in the marquee of Esplanade I heard her curse, "Damn him, now I forgot my purse at his table!" There was nothing I could do or say so I didn't say anything. As I opened the door of the cab, she had the solution all ready, "Come up to my room, I'll pay you your fare." I let the valet move my cab from the marquee to the back parking, hell, he could have move the hotel to the parking for all I cared. I was too busy watching her full figure, not an inch out of place, those lovely curves, the skirt moving in and out of between her legs with the gentle breeze, it was too much for any hot-blooded guy. "Good thing I put on these tight pants today," I was thinking even as I said, "Yes, ma'am" and followed her across the lobby. And you would be kidding yourself if you think I did not watch her nice firm ass as I walked behind her. She opened the ultra-modern lock on her hotel room with her fingerprint and bid me come in. She started looking around for some loose money to hand to the cab driver, yours truly, and finally found it on a table beside the couch. I don't know what happened but one moment she was handing me the money and the next moment it fell out of my nervous hands and the currency scattered on the floor. We both bent down to pick up the money and with my knees bent so much and her eyes on the same level as mine she noticed the hard-on inside my jeans. Suddenly she was not angry or anything, simply fascinated by that hard rod trying to poke a hole through my tight pants. As we both started to get up, she put her hand on my thigh right under the cock and let her hand rub on my cock as we straightened up. The hot touch of her palm, her long smooth fingers clawing on my thigh, now this was too much…… Even as she kept rubbing her hot palm on the hard rod, I grabbed her in my arms and closed that soft, warm body so tight against mine that I could feel her soft shapely breasts going flat on my chest, her nipples digging into my flesh. In a second my left hand was on her back pressing her into me, crushing her soft breasts on my chest, and the right hand grabbed her butt and started feeling the curves of her perfect ass, squeezing the soft ass cheeks and felt her press her self more into my groin, my hard cock pushing against her hot pussy. I pressed my hot lips on her soft, sweet, lips and licked them a little, pushing my tongue into her mouth, licking and massaging her tongue with mine. She put her hand behind my head and pressed and guided me making the kiss even more deeper and hotter. My hungry tongue was exploring her sweet, hot mouth and it really was the taste of heaven! Our bodies were so hot together it felt like burning, I don't know how long we kissed like that but I was aware of only one thought that I mouthed, "I want you, right now, right here." She did not speak but her response was awesome. She took off her top and dropped it slowly to the floor, and damned if she was wearing a bra. Her proud firm breasts standing there inviting me to squeeze them hard, I all but ripped off my shirt and grabbed her again, pressing her hardening breasts on my chest, crushing them hard, rolling them on my bare chest, the nipples so hot and hard on my chest pressing and digging as I put my lips to work on her neck, kissing and sucking the soft flesh at the base of her neck. As I touched the tip of my tongue on the base of her neck and traced around, she was moaning with passion, every bit as hot as I was. I didn't think long before moving on, shedding her short silky skirt letting it drop down to the carpet, I was aware of another delicious reality. She was not wearing any panties. A girl after my own heart. Her shaved pussy was already flooded with juices almost dripping, the sight of that tight slit made my moth drier and my cock harder. But that was not something to see, I put my hand on it immediately, feeling the hot slit wet on my palm my finger in the tight crack of her butt, I started rubbing it up and down, feeling her push it into my hand, moaning and whimpering. I slowly parted the tight pussy lips with my long hard middle finger and slipped it all inside. Her cunt was so tight on my finger it made my heart race to think what it'd be like to push my thick cock in there. She, obviously, was thinking the same thing, as I felt her hands opening my pants and pushing them down without bending so I could keep fucking her pussy with my long finger. "Fuck me," she whispered, "Fuck me hard, now." This hot-blooded stud needed no more invitation, dropping my shorts to the floor in one quick instant I pushed her back on the bed even as she gasped at the sight of my hard, erect cock. I am not phenomenally huge, but well, I get by.. he he. She was on the bed on her back, legs open wide, to show me what I wanted to see, her tight pussy, wet and oozing hot juices. I didn't take more than a half-second to get on there, putting my cock on her hot pussy, rubbing its wet head on her tight slit, she moaned again as my hot cock touched her excited pussy. I started pushing slowly and firmly, opening her tight cunt with my long thick cock, every throbbing inch going deeper and deeper in that tight hole made her moan louder and louder. Just when half my cock was in I stopped and started caressing and fondling her breasts, squeezing them and kneading them hard in my strong fingers. Then grabbing her shoulders I slammed my cock so hard and fast in her tight cunt without any warning that she gasped and screamed. "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhh!" That scream was so horny I can't put it in words, but it made me wilder, and so much more hornier, I leaned down to kiss her lips and lick her tongue out of her mouth, pulling out my cock, feeling her pussy lips closing, trying to keep it in, and just as only the head was left to pull out, I stopped and rammed it back into her pussy, deep and hard, making her scream even louder and longer. Now I started fucking her with long deep strokes, opening her tight cunt with my long huge cock, filling her wet hole completely. As she got wetter and hotter I started fucking her harder and harder, my long hard cock so hot inside her, going in and out, she could feel it throbbing in her tight cunt, the vibrations sending chills of excitement up and down her body. I kept fucking her hard, making her scream at every deep stroke, in and out, so long and deep. The huge hard cock hurting her tight cunt as it went in and out fast and deep and the pain made her wetter and hornier, wanting to have more and more, pushing her hips up into me helping me penetrate deeper. My throbbing cock was so hot inside her she could feel the throbbing all over her body, every pore of her body hot and horny hungry to be fucked. I had her shoulders grabbed tight, giving it to her really hard in the cunt, feeling her tight pussy get wetter, she was screaming louder and louder, "Oh yes, oh yes, fuck me, fuck me hard," it was making me even wilder and I was ramming it deep into her pussy. Suddenly she came, flooding her hot pussy with her cum and just as I drove my long hard cock deep into her soft cunt, I exploded, shooting my hot cum in her pussy, filling her with it. I kept fucking her in jerks and spasm as I came. Squirting my wet hot fluids in her tight pussy, fucking her in and out. We both came a lot, our hot juices mixing and splashing on the bed as I fucked her even as we came. Eventually I slowed down and pulled out my spent cock from her. As I lay there beside her, spent but satisfied, she said, "Thank you. By the way, I am Sophia." "You are welcome. I am Romeo." "Nice to meet you" She said with a naughty smile, and leaned over to kiss me gently on the lips. We lay there talking, she told me she had had a fight with her boyfriend in the country club and a good fuck was what she needed. We were still talking when suddenly she turned over on to her belly and spreading her legs she said, "Romeo, fuck my ass please." My dick had been getting back to hard but as I heard her say that it jumped and stood at attention, fully equal to the task. I quickly got on top of her and putting a pillow under her waist raising her ass so I could touch my hot cock on her ass and her pussy. I put my hands on her waist and ran them up her smooth soft back, feeling her soft silky skin under my hot palms, she responded with soft sensuous moans. I caressed her back and up on to her shoulders. Her moans turned to urgent whimpering as I started rubbing the head of my hot cock on her asshole, making it wet with my pre-cum. Holding her ass cheeks firmly I parted them wide and started pushing the large head of my cock into her tight small ass hole. As the throbbing hot head penetrated into her hot ass, she grunted and begged, "More, more, fuck me, please. Fuck my ass. Hard, Hard and deep.." I kept pushing my long thick cock opening her tight ass, going all the way into her soft, hot ass. As it went deep all the way into her ass, I left it there, the hot throbbing making her whole body hot and horny, I caressed her back again, squeezing her sides, her arms, leaning down to kiss and lick the back of her neck. All the while her body getting more and more horny and she kept begging, "Fuck me, please fuck me, fuck my ass hard and deep. Now." Finally I started to pull my cock back, all the muscles of her ass trying to keep it in, squeezing on it, but when it was half out, I stopped and slammed it hard into her ass, so deep and hard that she cried out loud, "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!" The pain making her whole body shiver with excitement, her pussy already wet, started to drip with her juices. That was just the first scream, she screamed again and again, as I fucked her tight ass with my thick, long cock, driving it into her fast and hard, my cock reaching deep into her hot ass. I grabbed her shoulders and gave it to her really hard and deep, my cock going in and out of her ass like a hot throbbing rod, fucking her again and again, making her scream ever so hard, I moved my hands down her arms, grabbing them just above the elbows, I lifted her body up, her face arched up with pain, excitement and passion, I increased my speed, fucking her so hard and deep, faster and faster, my powerful strokes breaking her screams into shreds, as I held her there, her breasts tight and erect, the nipples like hard steel points. I let her take support by putting her hands on the head board and grabbed her breasts, as I fucked her tight, hot ass, I kneaded her perfectly shaped, tight, hardened breasts in my strong fingers. She writhed with pain but arched her body, pressing the hot nipples harder into my hands. I crushed and kneaded her breasts totally with my forceful hands and the pain made her pussy so much more dripping, soaked in her own juices. My cock was fucking her ass hard and fast reaching ever so deep in her wet ass when all of a sudden it exploded into a flood of hot lava, filing her ass with my hot cum. Her own juices were flowing now and she was screaming, "Oh my god! I am cumming, yes, yes, fuck me, make me cum, yes!" I kept fucking her in the ass with my wet hard cock, every time I came I fucked her with a hard jerk going deep into her ass and squirting my hot cum in her deep hole. Gradually, we both slowed down and I dropped her, letting her slump down exhausted on the bed, and slumped myself beside her. In a minute, she lifted herself on her elbows and leaned over to kiss me gently on the lips her tongue quickly darting in and out my mouth and smiled, "Thanks you Romeo, no one has ever made me cum like this before!" In response, I just grabbed her head and kissed her harder, using my tongue to suck her in and out. As I stepped out into the warm April air, I was smiling and thinking to myself, "You are one lucky bastard, Romeo, you saw an impossible dream and it came true so fast and so beautifully. What else can you ask for?" "Nothing," I replied to myself and went on to unlock the cab door. The Impossible Dream Ch. 01 It's been years now and we've never even kissed. Almost certainly we never will. That doesn't stop me from thinking about you every day, though, and fantasising about you. Does that shock you? Probably, although I doubt it surprises you. Would you admit to entertaining reciprocal fantasies on occasion? Do you allow yourself that sinful luxury? Or is it completely suppressed? Never? Not once? Ah, I thought so! That's OK, you don't have to admit it to me, or even to yourself. This piece of writing is, as you will quickly realise, a love letter, a kind of proposal and an explicit erotic fantasy all rolled into one. I see no contradiction there. You will almost certainly never read this, so I can be completely open. Just in case you do ever read it, I'll say it again: this is fantasy. Would I like it to happen? You know the answer to that. Could it ever happen? No, you're safe. It's just the unspoken subtext to our friendship, which I believe will endure always. ------------ We're alone together, at last. You know that it's going to happen now, and you're terrified but also excited. What about my wife? I knew you'd ask that. She knows, she's helped to arrange this, she approves - did I mention that this was fantasy? We have an unusual marriage, as I mentioned once before, but I didn't go into detail. I won't now, except to say that we're not monogamous in the conventional sense, but that we are never unfaithful to each other. Can you make sense of that? Of course you can. We're alone together. The small talk is fractured and stilted. We both know that we're about to kiss for the first time, and we can't concentrate on anything but that. It nearly happened once before, do you remember? I sat you on my lap, half dressed, and leaned you back in my arms. Oh, the temptation was almost overwhelming, but the time wasn't right, and somehow I held back. It would have ruined everything. It nearly did, anyway, but we pulled back from the brink. Now it is going to happen. Now the time is right. You stand in front of me, waiting. I move closer, lean down and just graze my lips against yours, the merest touch for an instant. You are completely passive, but don't pull away. I gently take your face in my hands and feel you trembling. I tilt your head upwards and look into those big, expressive eyes, meeting your gaze. Can you see the love in my eyes now? I hope so. I lean in again, still holding your face, and kiss you more firmly. Your initial resistance begins to crumble and I feel you respond, tentatively at first, then more strongly. Suddenly, you fling your arms around my neck and cling on, your whole body no longer stiff but pressed against me, surrendering to me. I don't rush, but kiss you again, and now I know that you're really feeling it, too. Your lips open, and the tip of my tongue slips inside. You pull away slightly, but then you come back for more. Time stands still and the kiss goes on. Eventually we have to come up for air, and we stand apart again, your face flushed and your eyes searching for mine, troubled. I smile down on you with a warm glow of love, and at last you smile shyly back. I take your hand and lead you to the bed, gently laying you down, then lying close, but not touching. You're trembling again, and are about to say something, but I put a finger to your lips - it's OK. My little one. I love the way your hair cascades around the pillow, and I brush a stray lock of it away from your forehead, making you smile again. We lie, side by side, and we talk. I tell you how beautiful you look, and you don't believe me. We talk about how we met, the long road which we've travelled from that day to this, the joys and sadnesses we've endured, together and apart. I tell you how much I love you, and you believe me. I push you gently onto your back and prop myself up on my left elbow, the arm cradling your head and neck and you wait, trusting. You're dressed exactly as I fantasised - tight jeans, fitting like a glove, and a simple baggy white shirt, worn outside the jeans. I reach down with my right hand and slowly raise the bottom of the shirt until an inch or two of your midriff is exposed. I can't resist running the tips of my fingers across its smoothness, and you emit a small squeak at the first touch on your bare skin. One by one I undo the buttons of your shirt, but don't open it, teasing both you and myself, delaying the pleasure and savouring the moment. You lie very still, but when I lean down to kiss your stomach, a moan escapes your lips, then you grab me around the neck and pull me down for a long, deep kiss. When we eventually break apart again, I can't wait any longer. I stand up and take your hand to help you to your feet, too. Arms by your side and head bowed, you wait once more for me to take the lead. I kiss your forehead, then open the shirt, pushing it off your shoulders until it falls behind you in a heap. Still you don't move, so I drop to my knees in an attitude of worship, and am rewarded with another smile. I return it, and kiss your warm stomach again, before reaching for your waist and undoing the button of your jeans. The sound as I pull your zip down is unnaturally loud, and then I need some help with the jeans themselves. They really are tight, and you giggle as you wriggle and shimmy to help me slide them down your legs. There's some ungainly hopping before your feet are free, and then I'm kneeling at your feet as you present one foot and then the other for me to peel off your white socks. Only your underwear is left to protect you from my gaze now, and your shyness reasserts itself in your unwillingness to meet my eyes. I tell you to turn away from me, then reach up to unhook your bra. I'm standing very close so that you can feel my breath on your skin as I slip the bra straps off your shoulders. The bra joins the shirt on the floor. Still facing your back, I crouch again, slip my fingers into both sides of your panties and lower them all the way down. I drink in the view, my eyes following the curve of your naked back, down past the narrowness of your waist to the swell of your bottom and the whole length of your legs. Then I quietly tell you to turn and face me. There's a second's hesitation, but you obey - I'm delighted to see you resist the instinctive urge to cover yourself, keeping your arms by your sides as you reveal your body to me. You're beautiful. Your breasts are firm and rounded but not too large, and your nipples are, as I once couldn't help noticing when we went all went swimming together, quite large and prominent. They are also clearly aroused right now. My eyes are drawn to the triangle of dark hair which I have imagined so often, and it, too, is beautiful. In the future I will photograph you naked many times, but for now I am busy capturing a mental image, fixing this first time in my memory for ever. You look up into my eyes now, holding my gaze even as you now hold the balance of power. Then you shiver slightly, and I realise that I am being very selfish. Still fully clothed, I take you in my arms and try to warm you. I tell you again how much I love you, and we lie down on the bed once more. It's the most incredible feeling, having you lying naked and defenceless in my arms. You belong to me now. I start to stroke you. I want to explore every part of your body, but I don't want to rush. We have the rest of our lives for this, and if I have learnt anything, it's patience. So I stroke your face, I run my fingertip along your eyebrows and your lips. There are more kisses, gentle but passionate. I investigate the delicate skin behind your ears, run my fingers up into your hair and then back down the sides of your neck. You're a treasure to be enjoyed slowly, not taken for granted and hurried, but savoured. Eventually my hands begin to explore further - I love your shoulders and the hint of muscle in your slender arms, the fine hairs of your forearms which respond to a teasing touch by standing on end until a firmer, flat hand warms your skin again. Your collarbone is next, leading to the swell of breast beneath, but I avoid that, brushing my fingers straight down the middle of your breastbone instead, then running both hands down your flanks. I don't let you touch me, but make you stretch your arms out above your head, opening your body even more to me. Now I switch tack, moving to the bottom of the bed to give your feet some attention. Like you, they're petite and pretty and I'm tempted to stroke, but don't want to tickle and break the mood, so opt for a much firmer massage. You seem to like that, so I persevere for a while before moving up over your ankles, kneading your calves and sliding on up past your knees. The area just above your knees is very rewarding. Firm but smooth, and most strokable, so I linger there. Is it my imagination, or is your body starting to writhe a little, and your breathing becoming deeper? Your eyes are closed, so it's hard to be sure. My hands dare to move further up the front of your thighs, still in a kind of massage stroke, and your hips are definitely starting to push off the bed slightly, encouraging me. When I withdraw my hands completely, I think I hear a small sigh. I place a flat palm on your stomach, then begin to move upwards to the swell of the underside of one breast. I repeat the movement towards the other breast, and caress beneath and around the sides, careful to avoid your nipples. Your ribcage is rising and falling quite hard now, your breathing audible, and your breasts beginning to thrust towards my hand. It's time to stop teasing. I move my hand upwards so it covers the whole of your left breast and squeeze lightly. You sigh deeply and push into my hand, so I can feel the stiff peak pressing into my palm. It's bliss for me, and I hope that you're feeling something similar. Without moving that hand, I shift position so that I can do the same thing with my other hand, and now kneel at your side with two perfect, warm handfuls. You open your eyes for a moment, and the intensity as our eyes lock is almost scary. I ask if you're OK to carry on, and you nod mutely. I'm torn now. I'm hugely tempted to repeat the whole, leisurely exploration of your body with kisses, lips and tongue, but decide that's probably too much for our first time - sensory overkill. Besides, your body seems to be getting a little impatient! I've also promised that I won't try to have full sex with you today. It's much too early for that, and we need to learn each other's bodies better first. No, today is about your pleasure. I'm being selfish, too, of course, because I've fantasised for so long about pleasuring you, but I really do want to make this fantastic for you. I lie on my side next to you, one arm round your neck, cradling you again, with you on your back. This way I can hold you close and make you feel safe whilst my other hand is able to explore. This hand makes free with your breasts, more firmly and less teasingly now, and I take each stiff nipple in turn between finger and thumb and roll it gently between them. I handle it slightly more roughly, feeling it become even tighter and harder. My hand moves lower, sweeping across the slight curve of your belly, and my knuckles just graze the curly hairs beneath, drawing a small gasp from you. Unbidden, you draw your knees up, and I take the opportunity to switch my attention to them, then down the outside of each thigh in turn, stopping just short of the curve of your bottom. Now back to your knees, pressed tightly together. Not for long. I insert the flat of my hand between them, and pull gently but insistently until you stop fighting me and let them fall apart. You look anxiously at me, but I smile and arrange my own legs so that they provide support for you, and you relax slightly. You need reassurance, and I cuddle you closer. You reach around my neck, our faces draw together and we kiss slowly and so sweetly. When our lips eventually part again you look relaxed and content, so I reach down to where your thigh lies across mine, and I run my fingertips slowly, slowly, from your knee, inching down the inside of your thigh, all the way down, stopping just short of that delicate crease where leg meets torso. You give a little mew - whether of pleasure or frustration I can't tell, but I'm encouraged enough to repeat the manoeuvre on your other leg. An unmistakeable lift of your hips as you push your groin up to try to meet my hand, then another mew when I stop short again. Definitely frustration, then. Good, you're ready. I place my hand flat on your stomach, fingers together and pointing down towards your feet. Then I slide my hand downwards until the heel is directly on your pubic hair, resting on the soft padding of flesh. Then I curl my fingers down and cup my hand until it is full of your warmth and moistness. You start violently for a second, then slowly relax into my hand, which doesn't move, and we stay in that position for a while, suspended in the moment. Without shifting my hand, I lean across for another kiss and you move your head to meet me halfway. I can feel a difference now, you're completely open to me, abandoned to your sweet fate. I stroke, ever so lightly, the wonderfully soft, tender skin of your inner thighs and the damp curls between. I run the tip of one finger from the bottom to the top of your pussy, and you gasp. I can feel and smell the wetness of you, and I'm ridiculously pleased. I bring my finger up to my own mouth, wet it, and repeat the stroking movement. Another gasp, another stroke, and I feel the delicate lips start to unfurl, promising me access. Your own juices make the way easy, and I explore a little further, seeking out your sensitive bud. You whimper, trying to hold yourself in check, but I murmer that it's OK, and to let yourself go. I know that I've found the right place, because you're bucking under my hand now, squirming. I slow everything down, moving away slightly from the centre of your pleasure, then back again, building the tension in waves. For a moment my finger abandons your clit and dips inside you, just a tiny way, and feels another rush of moisture which I use to lubricate your bud again. The wave begins to rise inside you once again. Your kiss is passionate and deep now as I hold you tight and close, feeling the tremors begin to take root deep in your body as my relentless finger coaxes you higher and higher. This time I'm not going to stop, and you sense that, clinging ever tighter until, finally, you break the kiss and cry out inarticulately as the wave of pleasure crashes over you and your whole torso arches off the bed. I keep cuddling and stroking you, bringing you down as gently as I can. Your hair is plastered across your forehead, there's a film of perspiration across your chest, and a single tear rolls down your cheek, but you're smiling, and so am I. I am still fully dressed. ------------ You're drowsy and content, and it's time to talk. I mentioned a proposal. You know me, you know that it wouldn't be a normal kind of proposal. I'm married, I love my wife, and you love her, too. Besides, you know that she was a party to this, even though she's not here at the moment. So, where do we go from here? What's just happened could be a one-off, a beautiful moment between the two of us, and you're free to leave it at that and walk away, go back to our platonic friendship. Or ... It could be the start of your new life. Here's what's on offer: come and live with us, share everything with us. We will look after you, make sure that you never want for everything, provide for all your needs. You want to know if there's a catch. Of course there is. What do we want from you? The answer is everything. You will belong to us. Not a slave, you're an intelligent young woman with a mind of your own, and you will be free to leave whenever you want. However, while you stay, you will be the junior partner here, subject to both of us. My wife will always come first. Can you accept that? Is it what you want? We won't ask you to do more than your fair share around the house. We may ask you to carry out one or two tasks for us, but nothing which you wouldn't enjoy, and your free time will be your own. Go out, see your friends, do as you please. Sounds like the job of an au pair so far, but long-term, and with much greater rewards. There's more, of course. We'll discuss important family issues, travel etc. with you, but we will always have the final decision. When we want you to, you'll dress as we choose. You will be completely loyal and faithful to us, but you will be expected to be available to us whenever we want you, in every sense. You will have your own room, but you won't always spend the night in that room. I may join you, or you may be required to join both of us. My wife will teach you how to please me. You will learn about and take part in every kind of sexual activity you can imagine and some that you can't. You will submit, even though some aspects may be repugnant to you at first, but you will find that you can enjoy and even become enthusiastic about things which never in your wildest dreams could you have imagined doing. You will find that it works because you're not in control, you're not responsible, you're simply obeying our whims, and we have the right to make you do anything at all, because you have given us that right of your own free will. I wonder what you're thinking now. No way? I'd just be a plaything with no mind of my own, but I want to be independent and live my own life, make my own mistakes? Or are you tempted by the thought of a life with no responsibility, no money worries, being safe and looked after forever? Does the sexual side of it horrify you or, deep down, arouse your submissive side? You might want to think about that for a while. Of course you will have questions. Would I be just a plaything to be discarded later? Absolutely not. I love you, and you would be treasured. We would support you both practically and emotionally in whatever you want to do with your life, within or without your new family. What if I change my mind later, fall in love with someone else, grow uncomfortable with this arrangement? That's OK. You're free to go, we'll support you in doing what is right for you. Why on earth would your wife ever agree to something like this? Because she loves me and wants to see me happy. Because she could do with some help around the house. Mainly, though, because I would do exactly the same for her if that's what it took to make her happy. Seeing her happy makes me happy. What if she and I don't get on, or one of us gets jealous of the other and wants you to themselves? She's in charge. If she wants to cancel the arrangement, she will. If she doesn't want to share me any more, then I will be hers alone. We will help you to make your life elsewhere, and we will always remain friends. It only works one way, though. You cannot supplant her in my affections, you cannot make any demands. For you, it is a case of give us absolutely everything, or nothing. However ... A promise. What if there ever came a day when she and I were not together any more for whatever reason? None of us would ever try to engineer such a situation, but as we know, life has a cruel way of confounding our expectations and plans. We cannot rule out any possibility, no matter how unwanted or how many years away. Then I would be yours. On equal terms. On whatever basis is right for us. A proposal? Yes. ------------ Can you think about it? Of course. And I don't mean overnight. The offer is there now, it will be there in the future. It will be there when you have had lovers or a husband, but find yourself unhappy and can't stop yourself wondering what it would have been like with us. It will be there when your children have left home and you're lonely and unfulfilled. I once said that I'd always be there for you. It wasn't a figure of speech. The Impossible Dream Ch. 01 This, as the perceptive reader will have noted, is just the first chapter. There is a long, probably winding and possibly rocky road ahead of us. There is also love, joy and contentment to be had. Your call. The next chapter will show you what the first steps will be like if you agree to our proposal. If you choose to read it, then deep down you are seriously considering accepting and giving yourself to us. Don't worry, I won't know one way or the other -- this is just a fantasy, remember, which you can keep as your heart's secret if you wish. Could it come true? Not unless a miracle happens, and besides, you're not even reading this. And yet, my heart refuses to give up. I will wait for you.