English usage, Fanny = pussy = vagina
The phone rang and when I picked it up I didn't need to hear the announcement of who it was. I'd known Jen since we were at school together, through all that growing up angst, all those problems that only teenagers seem to have, our first loves and so on. Jen had been my bride's maid and I hers.
It's fair to say we probably knew each other better than we knew our husbands and certainly better than they knew us. We had told each other nearly everything, blow by blow since our initial gropings with boys, through the loss of our virginities and every encounter since.
After the initial chit chat, Jen eventually got round to the reason for the call.
"How about a pow wow?" I knew when Jen suggested a pow wow, exactly what she meant. Girl talk! No boys allowed.
"Sure," I said, "mine or yours?"
"Dave is out tomorrow all evening, so if you'd care to come round about eight we could have a natter?"
"Suits me fine, see you at eight then."
"Byeee."
I spent most of the next day wondering what could be important enough for a pow wow. They used to contain the intimated details of our latest sexual adventures but, let's face it, the days of romping in the fields with the boy next door were long gone. We were now both well into our forties and pow wows had become something of a rare event. Was Dave having an affair? Unlikely. Was she having an affair? Unlikely again. So it was with some anticipation that I rang her bell at eight sharp.
We kissed cheeks, on the doorstep, in the traditional fashion and I followed her slim figure into the lounge. Jen had looked after herself and was in pretty good shape, tall and leggy with a small bust and an enviably taught bum, if she wasn't my bestie I would hate her! She had let her dark hair lighten over the years and now wore it long and dirty blond. Her rectangular framed glasses gave her a rather headmistressy look.
She pored some wine and we chatted aimlessly through the first glass. The second glass produced the loosening of the tongues that led to the actual pow wow.
"Paula, you know Dave's been going to the doc quite a lot recently."
I had noticed that she seemed to mention it quite frequently and I was now dreading what might come next, but kept quiet.
"Well, he's been having problems in the erection department."
"Most men do, sooner or later Jen, I expect it will sort itself out in time."
"Well, apparently that's not the prognosis, but that's not all. We were having an 'I'll tell you mine, if you tell me yours' fantasy session in bed recently. I'll tell you about mine some other time but suffice it to say, it involved the barman at the Serendipity.
"You mucky beast! I take it you mean the tall black chap?"
"Of course! But remember it's only a fantasy exchange. Anyway he told me his and it involved me shagging someone else."
"Fuck, go on."
"That's what I thought but, even though it was only a fantasy exchange, I couldn't help noticing that I was getting a bit turned on. Then he completely blew me away by saying that, since he couldn't get an erection, he was willing to try the fantasies in real life. Sort of I'll play out mine, if you play out yours."
"Double fuck. Shit, that's a giant leap for mankind! How did you feel about that?"
"I can't pretend it didn't send a little erotic shiver through me. Dave and I are pretty devoted to each other. We've been married for more than twenty years and I've honestly not seriously considered shagging anyone else, but when he mentioned it, it set something off inside me. Paula, I was juicing!"
"So what will you do, I mean.....?"
"There's more."
"More!"
"Yes rewind a little! Have you ever overheard another couple at it."
"Certainly, in those cheap hotels we used to use on our walking trips. The walls were so thin you couldn't help but hear. Pretty bloody hot too! It used to get Pete ready for action almost instantly. I expect we set off the couple next door too. But what's that got to do with anything?"
"Hear me out. Have you ever watched or been watched having sex?"
"Only the once, Pete and I were on holiday in France and were feeling really horny one evening. We set to on the lounge floor with the patio doors open and were well into the action, when I became aware of a shape outside. I didn't mention it to Pete and I was on my back with my legs wrapped round him, then the shape moved!
"We were being watched. It was so hot! Pete was doing what Pete does best and, knowing I was getting two men off simultaneously, just put me over the edge. I had a massive orgasm."
"So you didn't find it off putting?"
"Au contraire, but I never told him about it, or how hard it made me cum, but it was really special. Anyway, where's this going?"
"Cuckold!"
"Cuckold?"
"Yes, Dave wants to watch me fuck."
"Oooh, now we are getting kinky!"
"And it's not finished yet!"
"There's more?"
"Yep, he wants me to shag a 'black bull' while he watches."
"Wow. Now we really are getting kinky. How do you feel about that?"
"Honestly?"
"Honestly!"
"At first I was horrified. We watch a bit of porn from time to time and we've watched those homemade videos, where the husband is the camera man for just this scenario. To be honest it always used to turn us on and things got pretty steamy afterwards, but that was before his problem.
"As you know, I've never done a black guy and certainly in those videos they are really well hung. I can't pretend that the thought of playing with a large black cock doesn't excite me. I mean, just imagine, it must really fill you."
The conversation drifted on, mostly on the subject of cocks, size, and fucking in general until it was time for me to go.
