The internet is a fantastic information distributing invention. The information it distributes can lead to fascinating, even improbable events. For example, a social media site enabled my wife of seven years to reconnect with her college roommate, Marie. They had fallen out of touch, then out of the information superhighway (remember that) Marie reconnected with Terry, my wife, and expressed a desire to visit. Marie lives on the other side of the country and wrote Terry that she would be in our area next month and would love to visit and catch up. I was particularly intrigued to meet her; Maire had seduced my wife in college. It was a one-time sexual encounter. Afterward, Terry told Marie that the sex was great, but having given it a try she realized that she prefers men. Marie understood, she enjoyed both men and women and wasn't upset or surprised by her decision but pleased that Terry had tried sex with a woman once and that it had been her.
I met Terry after college, so I never had the opportunity to meet Marie. Her profile photo on Facebook had me intrigued. Terry had told me the story of her sexual adventure with Marie years ago and I had asked many questions about the encounter. I told her to report every detail of her trip to the island of Lesbos. I told Terry that it made me hard to think of her licking another woman's pussy and nipples.
"Of course it does, you're a guy, why are men so turned on by women having sex with each other?"
"Who knows? We just do. Why ask why?" I replied. "Just give me more details, it gives me a hard on."
The talk of Marie and Terry's excellent adventure was old news, but the reconnection with Marie and her impending visit had revived my interest in my wife's experience with muff diving.
"Really? Muff diving? What are you in Junior High?" Terry interjects as she reviews what I have written.
Of course, Terry could see where my male mind was headed now that the legendary Marie was coming to pay a visit.
"I suppose that you would love a reenactment of that enchanted evening?" she said, "with you as a guest star."
"It's every heterosexual male fantasy to fuck two women at once," I relied, without, I believe, any hyperbole.
Just stating the facts. Nothing out of the ordinary. A staple of a million porn scenes. Two women, one lucky guy having his cock sucked and balls licked by two female mouths. Two lovely wet holes to fill. All just a natural part of the heterosexual male sexual fantasy life and I am just an ordinary specimen of that category. Don't blame me for the circuity of the male brain. It is what it is.
Terry said, "Thou does protest too much."
After much good-natured back and forth I sensed Terry starting to get annoyed with the topic, so I dropped it. The next evening, as casually as I could, suggested we watch a porn scene together.
"Let me guess. A girl-on-girl scene, right?" Terry said with annoyance in her voice.
"Why not? Maybe it might bring back some fond memories or whatever?"
"Yeah, sure whatever," Terry replied.
The internet is magical. You know it was invented just for porn. The internet is for porn. Any kind of porn, any time of day, for as long as you can hold off from ejaculating. It is a massive information network sex toy.
Terry said, "I want to see a woman using a strap-on."
Interesting, I wasn't expecting that. I knew that a strap-on had not been a part of the sapphic experience with Maire, so I didn't know what to make of the request. I would soon file the whole experience under the "careful what you wish for" category. Though my fantasy would come true, it was not what I had imagined. I am getting ahead of myself, back to watching the girl-on-girl scene on my laptop.
The scene was conventional, two attractive young women sitting on a bed beginning kissing, then disrobing, then sucking each other's breasts, pussy, fingers in vaginas, and finally a strap on is produced. One of the women suits up in the male "costume" and in short order is awkwardly pumping her silicone cock into her friend.
I said, "That's hot, right?"
Terry kept watching for a while before replying, "Yeah but I want to see a chick fuck a guy with a strap-on."
"In the ass?" I said idiotically.
My wife giggled, "Of course in the ass, where else?"
Terry leaned over and took the computer and typed: "Femdom" into the search box of the porn site. What the hell did that mean and how did my lovely wife know what it means? The thumbnail results appeared, and Terry clicked the first one. A woman wearing a ridiculously long fake cock was standing over a man on his knees licking her boots. The cock was absurd, at least a foot and half long and six inches thick, closer to a horse cock than a human male penis.
"Oh my god! That's insane is she going to fuck him with that thing?" I exclaimed stupidly.
Terry giggled, "I hope so."
The scene cut and that massive silicone cock is in the man's anus. The woman calls him a bitch while shoving more silicone horse cock into his ass. I couldn't believe that anything that large could be inserted into an anus. I assume it wasn't the guy's first rodeo.
"Why are we watching this, Terry?" I asked as intelligently as I could muster.
"Why do you think smart guy? I've got a deal for you. If you want to have your threesome fantasy, then I get a fantasy of mine checked off. I get to fuck you in the ass."
Things had taken an unexpected turn.
"You want to fuck me in the ass in exchange for a threesome with Marie. First of all, I'm not gay, second of all I could never fit anything that big in my ass."
"First of all, it doesn't have to be that big, it can be a normal sized dildo, and second of all, it doesn't make you gay to have your loving wife fuck you in the ass. Let me add that this is not negotiable. You want to fuck another woman I get to fuck you in the ass with a strap-on."
