Favorite Fantasy Realized

I told her my favorite fantasy was where she was on her stomach with her legs open and sucking a guy while I did her bottom with my tongue. It was one night when she was particularly accessible and willing to talk sex, telling me about guys she had done, what she liked, and who she had done it with. She was unbelievably candid. When I told her about my fantasy, she actually said it sounded fun and she might be willing to do it.

"You really would?" I asked.

"Maybe," she said with a laugh in her voice. I went on to describe it in more detail, and she seemed to enjoy hearing it. She asked if I would rather do her bottom, or would I do her pussy and I said 'maybe both.'

I asked her about her favorite fantasies and she talked about some. One involved her with two guys, one in her mouth and one in her pussy. I told her I liked that image, saying I could see her being fucked while sucking off another guy. I even said I would like to see it. She told me she had thought about that fairly often.

"Once a week?" I asked.

"Maybe that often," she said. "Sometimes more." I said I liked that she had fantasies, and asked if she ever masturbated to any of them. "Some," she replied with a grin, slightly embarrassed to admit it.

"It's good that you do," I said. "I like it. That means you enjoy sex. Think you'd ever do it with someone else?"

"Maybe," she said with a chuckle. "If it was right. Right time, right situation." I went on to tell her some of my other fantasies. Then she said sometimes she thought of things she'd done with other guys.

"Like what?" I asked.

"Like my bus trip," she said. I asked her to tell me about it and she went on to described a trip she had taken in high school when she made out with a guy on the bus that she had just met. "I let him finger me under my panties," she confessed. "Then I sucked him under the blanket."

"That's hot," I said. "Tell me more."

"Well, I think a man on the bus saw us and watched. I liked that he saw us, and it made it even sexier. I think he knew I was sucking that guy and I liked that he knew. I liked showing off for him."

"You're a little exhibitionist," I said, teasing her about liking to give a blow job when someone was watching. "You ever fuck for someone to watch?" I asked. She blushed and said she never had. "Ever want to?" I asked.

"Maybe," she said. "If things were right." We went on to talk about fucking, and fantasies, and what we may someday do, and then we fucked again and it was especially intense. When she came it was with a shout and a prolonged shriek that could have frightened the neighbors.

"That was fun," I said when our breathing returned to normal. In was probably a few days later, after we'd had sex, that I brought up my favorite fantasy of her blowing a guy while I did her bottom with my tongue. Again she said she liked it and the wheels began turning. I decided right then to try to make it happen. I began to think of guys I thought she might be attracted to, then started looking for ways to bring it about.

I settled on a couple of my friends and thought I would bring it up to her and see how she reacted. If she seemed open to it I would go ahead and put things in motion. The thought of this fantasy becoming reality energized me to an amazing degree. The next time we engaged in pillow talk about our sexual fantasies I brought it up again and asked directly who she would rather fuck, Jake, Paul, or Matt?

Without hesitation she said Matt and smiled. "So you've thought of him before?" I asked with a kiss. She simply nodded, as if saying it aloud was more public, more shameless. I said I could understand, and I could. Matt was tall and handsome, with an athlete's build and a wide, winning smile. I suspected he was very sexy to women, and I knew Claire liked looking. It was simply obvious when you saw how she looked at certain men. Not only could I understand, I could also see him being attracted to Claire, and in fact, I had fantasized seeing them together many times.

I had pictured the two of them fucking, seeing in my mind him pushing his erect cock into her pussy repeatedly. I had even featured him in my favorite with him sitting on the bed with his legs open and my wife on her stomach with his cock in her hand and her mouth around the tip with me behind her, watching her suck him, my tongue licking her tiny hole from behind.

It was actually my go-to fantasy most often enjoyed when I was masturbating. I loved the thought of her sucking him while I watched, giving her pleasure with my tongue as I viewed them. The first time I had this fantasy was while we were at a swingers convention as a bookseller, not a participant, but I fantasized about us having a threesome and my doing her anus as she sucked off one of the men there.

Before I asked Matt to come over, I asked him if he ever fantasized about his girlfriend with other guys. "Of course," he said. "Doesn't everyone?" I said I wasn't sure, but I did. He nodded, then grinned, as if he understood where I was going.

"I would like you to help us," I said. He continued to grin. "I have a fantasy that we would like to live out in real life," I explained. He nodded, understanding completely.

Claire has agreed to do it if the other person is you," I said. I explained the fantasy and he nodded, as if he had had the same one.

We agreed that he would come over, we would visit and see where things went. I suggested we have a nude soak and he thought that was a good idea. Relax, have a few drinks, take a soak, then let things progress naturally.

He came over, we chatted, took a soak in the hot tub, but then Claire lost her nerve and we called it off. Matt left disappointed, but said it was fine and that he understood. I was sure that he jacked off at home, thinking about what might have been. We made love, she apologized, and I said it was fine, although my disappointment was huge.

A few times after that we had sex and she apologized each time. I told her each time that I understood, that it was fine, but each time it made me want it even more.

I talked to Matt and he understood, said the female sexuality is a fragile thing, which probably is true.

Two weeks later she stretched out in bed and was quiet for a few minutes before saying, "I'd like to try again." I wasn't sure what she meant but my hopes were brightened. I waited for her to go on. "I would like to have Matt over again. I think I am ready now," she said quietly. I asked if she was sure and she said she was sure. "I really want to," she said. Then she confessed she had thought about it a lot since we had tried the first time. "I haven't thought about much else since then," she said looking sheepish.

I asked if she was sure again, and when she smiled and nodded I said I would call him. "Why don't you let me call him? I think I would like to do that," she said. "I feel bad about backing out the first time. I would like to tell him I am ready."

"That is probably a good idea," I said. That night we made love and it was great. I think the excitement of having Matt over for a second try had turned her on, because she was a tigress in bed and I don't remember a better round of sex since we've been together. She absolutely insatiable. Even calling out as she climaxed and nearly fucking my brains out.

It was clear the chance to have sex with Matt had worked her into a sexual frenzy. I was exhausted after we both came. When we were finished and stretched out spent on the bed we began to talk about having Matt over and what we were planning to do.

"Your fantasy has me climbing the walls," she said breathlessly. "I really have been thinking about it a lot since last time. I wish I had gone through with it, but maybe it's better to have waited. I am so turned on I can hardly stand it. My panties have been wet since that night he was here and I lost my nerve. It isn't that I didn't want to do it. I really did, but I just got nervous. I was scared I would not be able to satisfy him," she said.

I laughed, telling her not to worry about that. "Just undressing in front of him would make him come," I said with a smile.

When he got to our front door the next night I told her to go to the door to welcome him properly. She grinned like a kid on her birthday, and then she went to the door. He kissed her when she let him in, but I said to give her a real kiss. He took the hint and took her into his arms. That helped break the ice and I could see her relax and melt against him. Their kiss lasted nearly a minute and I knew right then the night was going to go well.

We visited for a short time with her sitting next to Matt, and then we went out to the hot tub. Sitting in the warm water also helped relax her and they kissed for a while. When we left the tub, he helped her dry off, then they took each other's hand and walked to the bedroom hand in hand.

We both undressed her and the pink on her neck told me she was ready. I let them kiss on the bed, then I moved her into the position of my fantasy and she stretched out on her stomach and he sat at the head of the bed, opened his legs and she took hold of his cock and began kissing it with a fervor that showed how really turned on she was.

She opened her legs for me and I crawled up between her thighs and spread her ass cheeks with my fingers and watched her take his cock into her mouth. Then I put my tongue on her anus and watched them as I began kissing and sucking on her puckered hole. I began moving my tongue around the perimeter and then pushed it into her as I watched her bob her head up and down on Matt's cock.

Finally, my fantasy had come to life and I savored the sight of her sucking on his erect penis and sliding her head up and down his pole. It had been twelve years since I first envisioned this happening and now there it was, my wife sucking my friend as I licked and sucked on her bottom, that lovely, lovely ass that I worshipped.

After he came we rested, then I suggested he fuck her when he was rested enough to go again. Twenty minutes later he was stretched out on his back and she mounted him, her favorite position, and then bounced cowgirl on his hips, forcing his stiff cock up inside of her as far as it would go as they fucked and I watched from a chair in the corner of the room. When she came it was with a shout and she cried out his name as she climaxed over him, stiffening her body and clenching her fists. They continued to fuck even after she came and when he had his orgasm she was ready to come again and cried out a second time in less than ten minutes.

I watched them collapse on one another and fight to get their breath. Matt had come and held his cock inside of her as he ejaculated, which I had told him to do since she had her tubes tied. Seeing them not only engage in my favorite fantasy, her blowing him while I did her ass orally, but seeing him fuck her from below I was in heaven. You may ask if now that I have had my fantasy fulfilled will I be content and not want to see it again? Not on your life. I will watch it tomorrow morning if they will indulge me. Seeing my wife suck another man while I do her orally from behind is the sexiest view I can think of. She really is a lovely cocksucker.