"Talk dirty to me, bunny," Steve requested.
"What about, baby?" Lori asked as she rubbed her all-natural D-cup breasts up and down Steve's hard cock.
"Tell me one of your fantasies." He played with her long red hair.
"One of my fantasies?" She licked a circle around the head of his penis. "I wish there were three of you sometimes."
"So I could mow the lawn, take out the trash, and do the dishes all at the same time?" He laughed.
"No! Although that would be nice. No, so all of you could fuck me."
"Really?" She had his attention.
"I've always wondered what it would be like to be gang banged. All filled up and still wanting more. Three or four or five or six of you all over me and making me do whatever you wanted."
It didn't take Steve too long to squirt all over his wife's freckled breasts as she described her fantasy in lurid detail. He was amazed at how fast the idea brought him to orgasm. Right after the orgasm though, he felt a twinge of letdown. He knew the fantasy would stay that, just a fantasy.
They were new to the city, thanks her to job transfer, and they knew no one. They were far from friends, and he certainly wasn't going to call up strangers from the worldwide web or swinger's magazines to satisfy his wife's curiosity.
They were still unpacking from the move. Steve was digging through a box of books when he found his coffee table book of Bettie Page photographs. He smiled as he flipped through it, remembering the used book store he'd bought it in, and the delight he felt as a teen and even now as he admired Bettie's timeless beauty.
Then he saw a great fetish picture of her tied to a large ottoman, and a plan was formed. Rushed with excitement, Steve jumped up and looked around for another box. He tore off into the bedroom, while Lori called from the kitchen.
"Are you all right?"
"Fine!" He called back as he flipped open boxes near the bed. He dug through shoes, stationary, candles, and Lori's collection of Madonna CD's until her found it. It was a simple box clearly marked "BEDROOM". He tore it open and reached in to pull out one of Lori's dildoes. It was a thick silicone one, with nubs at the base. He pulled a small vibe out of the box, a butt plug, and still more toys that were in Lori's collection. It was a good sized menagerie that she had built through college. She hadn't used most of them in over a year.
Steve hefted the box under his arm and grabbed a silk scarf from a nightstand. He marched straight to the kitchen. Lori was there, putting away canned goods into the cabinets. She was dressed in a floppy cotton shirt and cute work-out shorts. Her long red hair was up in a pony tail, and she didn't notice him as she crept up behind her.
"Hey! What are you doin'?" She asked in her Texas drawl as he draped the scarf over her eyes.
"Quiet," he growled. Once the blindfold was secure, he led her by the hand to the living room and pushed her down by the shoulders until she kneeled by their large ottoman. Lori usually liked to be dominated, and she was not objecting. She was smiling with wild curiosity.
"What am I supposed to do?" She asked.
"Suck my cock, bunny," he ordered and roughly pulled her forward by the hair, which she also loved. She laid across the ottoman, her mouth already open for him as he slid between her lips.
"Mmmm, this is nice." She patted the ottoman as she licked at him. Her mouth slid up and down on him as his strong hands slid down her back. He squeezed her butt and gave her a quick spank, which made her gasp in delight. He slid her short down, and she obliged by pushing them down further and casting them across the room.
"Get your pussy all wet and slippery for me, bunny," Steve commanded. She responded immediately, rubbing her clit and teasing her slit. Her other hand held him in her mouth, squeezing him at the base and tickling his balls. Her lips smacked and slurped all around him.
