Fantasies Shared Ch. 1
Former college sweethearts, Barry and Kara, explore their secret kinky fetishes. All characters are eighteen-years or older.
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Barry and Kara, both in their mid-thirties, had met in college. They dated for a year then she met someone else. While they had been intimate, it was basic missionary sex... no oral, no kink. The 'breakup' was cordial... they both liked each other as friends. She had married, as had he, after graduation. Ten years later, she was divorced, and his wife, Amy, was killed in an automobile accident. They reconnected at an alumni function and ended up renewing their friendship and exchanging phone numbers.
She called a couple of days later and asked him over for dinner. He arrived at the appointed time with a bouquet of white roses. She loved white roses.
"You remembered! They're beautiful." She gushed.
They had caught up with each other's lives in broad strokes at the alumni reception. So, they spent dinner, killing a bottle of wine, and talking more specifically about their marriages. Kara described her accountant ex-husband as 'boring 24/7.' Barry had married a woman who was adventurous. They camped, hiked, and wrote a blog on the outdoors. Kara had noticed how much fitter Barry was now. He looked younger than he did ten years ago.
"The thing that really killed my marriage was his attitude about sex." Kara complained.
"How so?" Barry asked out of politeness.
"Before I answer, would you tell me if your sexual behavior has grown and changed, since we were dating?" Kara asked.
"Wow, you really put it out there. Don't you?" Barry deflected.
"The sex we had in college was OK. We were both new to it and it was pretty vanilla. Wouldn't you agree?" She asked.
"Yes, I would. You were the first girl I had a long-term relationship with. We were both sort of finding our way." He answered.
"Exactly! I know myself better now - certainly. The problem with my Ex was he was stodgy. He had no sense of adventure in the bedroom... or anywhere for that matter. So, the issue was lack of variety. I had fantasies and he was so serious... uncomfortable with experimentation." She explained.
"I understand. Amy wanted to try everything. She dragged me along at first. But later we found significant joy in learning new ways. But she was like that in life; everything was a quest for delight. You were always like that too," he said.
"A little bit... but not the whole outdoors thing. I'm an 'inside' kinda girl," she smiled. "I can't imagine what you must have been through losing her like that."
"It was impossible at first. But Amy had said more than once, if anything ever happened to her, she wanted me to 'get back out there!' She deeply believed life should be lived every minute." He responded.
"And how is 'back out there' treating you?" She asked.
"It's been hard and disappointing... until tonight. You're the first date I've had where we talked about anything of substance. I only started dating a month or so back. The few women I've gone out with all seemed to be treating it like an interview. They were hunting for a husband. I'm not looking for a wife yet."
She stood and opened her arms. Barry embraced her. They held each other for several minutes. The physical contact was comfortable and familiar to both. The minor intimacy was also arousing to Barry. Kara felt this development and lowered her right hand to his ass. She pulled her head off his shoulder and looked in his eyes. They kissed.
"Are you ready for this?" She asked.
He nodded, 'yes.'
She took him by the hand and led him to her bedroom. They hurriedly undressed each other. He kissed her passionately and she stroked his rigid cock. He lifted her up and laid her at the foot of the bed. He knelt, pushed her legs apart and buried his face. She was already wet, and he spread the nectar over her outer lips. His tongue found her clit and teased it. She moaned with lust and need.
Barry stood and lifted her legs. Her calves rested on his shoulders. He leaned against them and pushed himself in. They fucked furiously and loudly for only a few minutes. It had been too long for him, and the sensations were so intense, he pulled out and ejaculated from her face down to her cooch.
"Put it back in," she purred.
He reinserted and began thrusting. She played with the cum, spreading it around her hard nipples, and licking some off her fingers to swallow. Her left hand remained on her breasts and her right moved cum off her stomach and into her slit. Then she masturbated. Barry maintained enough stiffness to continue fucking, while he had a close-up view of Kara bringing herself off. She also came quickly and wantonly. She arched her back, lifting her pussy up against Barry's cock. Instead of closing her eyes, she stared at Barry as she contorted her face in pleasure. It was so erotic; Barry's cock made a vain effort to get fully hard.
"Oh my god, that was invigorating. It's been a while for me," she said.
"I'm sorry about pulling out. I wasn't sure if..."
"No worries! I loved it. Haven't had cum on me in years. Let's get a shower," she interrupted.
Kara had a large ceramic tile shower with several water heads. Soon they were hit by warm spray from multiple jets. Without asking permission, she began to wash Barry's cock and balls. Once again, his cock tried to go vertical, but it was simply too soon. He used a large natural sponge to wash Kara's breasts. She turned him to rinse his junk, then knelt down and pulled his semi-erect cock in her mouth. While fondling his balls, she boobed the apple. He got erect enough for her to not have to hold it up. She was just playing around with no expectations. He pulled her to a standing position and kissed her passionately.
They rinsed and dried off. Without bothering to dress, they went to the living room and sat with a second bottle of wine. He accepted the invitation to stay overnight. They both expressed satisfaction with their recent sexual activity, despite the rapid orgasms. An hour or so later with the second bottle of wine killed, Kara turned the subject back to sex.
"I'll tell you my never fulfilled sex fantasy if you tell me yours." She offered. "No judgement!"
"Can't go furst. I never ever even never shared this, um, with Amy." He slurred.
"Sounds like you've had too much wine," she teased. "Ok, I'll go first. But you gotta promise - no judgement!"
"Crock, um, cross my heart."
"I have this wicked fantasy of being tied up and fucked like a sex slave," she admitted.
"Wow, that's sick!" He said laughing. Then he got the hiccups.
"Barry! You promised," she replied.
"I'm not as drunk as I sound. I'm teasing you. I'm sorry. Maybe I am drunk. It was supposed to be a joke. Anyway, if I told you my fantasy, you would be disgusted." He mumbled.
"What do you mean, 'if,' you ARE going to tell me after I bared my soul with mine." She insisted.
"No, I mean I don't want to..."
