A few years back I was in a relationship that truly opened up the power of fantasy to me. Oh, I'd always been aware of how much my own fantasies could propel my sex life, but with her, I finally had partner completely willing to share her fantasies with me as well.
A year or so after the breakup of my marriage, I met Cassie through mutual friends. She was going through her own breakup, and we didn't begin dating for the first six months or so, while we each tried to get our lives together.
She was pretty, blond, slender, in her early 40s, and quite shy in social situations. It took quite a bit of pursuit by me before she succumbed to my flirtations. But once she did, I discovered she was a sexual partner like none I'd ever had before.
She liked sex everywhere and all the time – in the living room, the bathroom, the bedroom, the kitchen, in the car, at the movies, the beach, and on airplanes. We did a lot of crazy things, and rarely worried about who knew what we were up to.
One night when we were engaged in some heavy foreplay she told me about something that had happened years before meeting me She and a girlfriend were living with a guy I'll call Bob. They both had casual sex with him from time to time. Their apartment was on a narrow street in the city and had large windows looking out at other nearby buildings.
Cassie, it was clear and also by her admission was an exhibitionist and from this particular apartment there was a man across the street who could see right in as she walked around dressed in skimpy clothes or naked.
She called him the "wanker," due to what he would do while gazing on her.
One day, Cassie said, she was sitting on her roommate Bob's lap in a chair in the middle of the room, making out. She was completely naked and he was kissing her, caressing her breasts and ass as her pussy got so wet she was wriggling around, feeling his cock get hard through his jeans.
Suddenly Bob said, "We've got company," and indicated the neighbor man.
