The Fantasy Game 1

EVERYONE IN THIS STORY WHO ENGAGES IN SEX IS EIGHTEEN OF OLDER

This is a rewrite of a story I published in 2018. I received many suggestions from my readers on ways to improve the overall story. I took all of their suggestions under consideration and tried to incorporate all recommendations into this rewrite. I must admit they had many good ideas and I think the story was greatly improved. Please read and let me know what you think. Constructive criticism is always welcome. For those who don't like reading about a wife who has sex with someone other than her husband stopping reading now and find another story. That holds true for those who don't like reading about husbands who enjoy watching their wife have sex with other men or women.

Walter (Walt) Simpson and Victoria (Vickie) Taylor met their junior year at college. They were a handsome, athletic couple who took good care of their slender bodies. Walt was 6' tall with chestnut brown hair, and Vickie was 5' 9" with sandy blond hair. They both loved the excitement and living on the edge. Vickie was probably the more daring of the two. Their favorite past-time was watching other people and fantasizing about what they would look like naked and what they may be like in bed. Vickie was Bi and loved to fantasize about other women.

Vickie had read an interesting article in Cosmopolitan Magazine that said 90% of sexual satisfaction took place in the mind. The article suggested that by fantasizing about someone else while having sex with your mate is just as gratifying and thrilling as indulging in the taboo practice of cheating on your mate. It was akin to both partners' fucking a different person each time. The article went on to say that it may thwart any urges to cheat on one's mate. Walt and Vickie were hooked from the moment they first tried it. They made it a regular practice of putting together different sexual scenarios using a randomly selected person to play the primary role in their fantasy. The sex play game usually progressed into unbridled wild sex, where each of them would pretend they were having sex with the person of their fantasy. It was an advanced level of roleplaying. In their fantasy, they were each cheating on the other, but in the presence of each other. They achieved some of their most intense orgasms in this manner. They carried the game into their marriage after they graduated from college.

Walt and Vickie would go to a public place like a shopping mall and secretly observe the shoppers. Walt would pick a woman at random that he would like to fuck, and Vickie would select a man she desired sexually. They would build an imaginary story about what each would do with their fantasy partner in bed. Vickie added to Walt's story by describing what she wanted to see Walt do to the woman. Walt would describe what he imagined Vickie doing with her fantasy partner. After the story was solidly in their minds, they would go to bed with each other and re-enact the sexual scenario they had constructed. It usually culminated with a fantastic orgasm for them both. The role-playing game became even more personal and more exciting when they gave their selected partners a name and then used those names as they engaged in the sex play. It made the game seem more real.

Sometimes they would go to bed and take each other to the brink of orgasm, but not let each other cum. Walt and Vickie would postpone their orgasm sometimes for a day while they taunted each other about how great it would be when they finally did have their mutual orgasms. Delaying their climax very often resulted in an even more explosive orgasm for them both. The longer they waited to cum, and the longer they taunted each other, the higher the orgasmic reward. Sometimes they got so lost in their fantasy, and it was like they were indeed cheating on each other. The excitement had become addictive to the point that Vickie sometimes fantasized about someone else even when they weren't playing the game. She didn't tell Walt, but as he was eating her pussy, she fantasized about a young woman she had seen that morning at the local Supermarket. In Vickie's mind, Walt's tongue became the young woman's tongue, and it made her cum so hard she almost lost consciousness. Walt probably did the same thing, but he never mentioned it to Vickie.

They had been married about three years when Walt was required to attend a company-sponsored week-long seminar in San Diego. Walt took Vickie along even though spouses weren't invited. It would give them a change of scenery that might inspire a more tantalizing setting to re-enact during their lovemaking sessions. They checked into the Hotel del Coronado with a bungalow overlooking the white sandy beaches.

The beach was crowded that day with young hard bodies of male and female sailors and Marines enjoying their shore leave. The sun was so bright, reflecting off the white sand Vickie had to shade her eyes with her hand. The merriment on the beach was inviting them to join the fun. Walt and Vickie changed into their swimsuits and headed down to the beach. They picked a couple of chaise lounge chairs near a volleyball game in progress. Vickie immediately spied a muscular young man who seems to dominate the game. She looked him up and down, watching his muscles ripple under his bronze skin as he moved gracefully around the volleyball court. It was evident by his facial structure and his skin tone that he had Native American or Hispanic blood running through his veins. The young Marine appeared to be 19 or 20 years old. Vickie decided he was the one she wanted to incorporate into her next sexual fantasy. Walt agreed, and they began to build an erotic picture that included Vickie deep throating his young cock. Walt got hard as he visualized Vickie's long legs wrapped around the young Marine's bare ass. Walt imagined Vickie pulling the young man deep into her pussy as she convulsed with an explosive orgasm. Walt scanned the beach for a young woman to build his fantasy around, but his mind kept drifting back to Vickie being fuck by the young man she had chosen.

For some reason, the young man became aware of them watching him. He was puzzled why a beautiful older woman was paying so much attention to his playing. The first chance he got, he deliberately deflected the volleyball into Vickie's lap. He ran over to retrieve the volleyball and ogled her breast while feigning a sincere apology.

"I'm so sorry we disturbed you with our volleyball."

"No need to apologize, son. I'm sure it was an accident." Walt replied.

"Yes Sir, it was clumsy of me, Sir. I'm a much better player than that. Please forgive me."

The young man tried to maintain eye contact with Walt, but his eyes kept involuntarily drifting to Vickie's breast. Walt was aware of what the young man was doing and decided to up the intensity of their little sex game.

"That's quite alright, Son. What's your name, and what branch of the service are you in?"

The young man puffed out his chest and said, "My name is Maximo Escalante; Sir, and I'm a Lance Corporal in the U. S. Marine Corps. Most people just call me Max."

"We thank you for your service, Max. Why don't you come to have a beer with us after the volleyball game?"

Max gave Walt the thumbs up and smiled.

"Thank you, Sir. I will be more than happy to have a drink with you and your lovely Lady."

Vickie blushed, Max pivoted and then dashed off to rejoin the game. Vickie turned to Walt, gave a half shrug, and wanted to know why he engaged the young man in conversation. She was perplexed and folded her arms across her breast to express her disapproval. They had never made direct contact with their intended sexual fantasies in the past. She tilted her head toward Walt and waited for his explanation. She was afraid this would make the game far too personal. Walt agreed that the personal contact did indeed make it more personal. Still, he explained it also added several benefits to their game.

One, they had an actual name and person to use during the fantasy game. Two, it would give Vickie a closer look at the person her fantasies would be about. Three, Walt could tell by the bulge in Max's swimsuit that he had a sizable cock trying to fight its way out, a big plus for Vickie he reasoned. And four; it made his cock unusually hard, knowing that Max had a strong desire to fuck Vickie. That was an entirely new sensation for Walt, and it promised to bring even more excitement to the game. Vickie liked Walt's thinking. It made her wet with anticipation.

When Max came back for the beer, he couldn't keep his eyes off Vickie's bikini-clad breast. He was mesmerized by their fullness. Between sips of beer, he paid particular attention to her hard nipples that were pushing against the thin fabric of her bikini top. Vickie and Walt both noticed his lustful gaze. Vickie rocked back and forth and fidgeted while toying with a lock of her hair and tugged at her earlobe. Max couldn't tear his eyes away from a rivulet of sweat as it made its way down between Vickie's magnificent tits. Vickie tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. Walt knew those were all signs she was becoming aroused, and he enjoyed watching her squirm. He kept waiting for a wet spot to appear in the crotch area of her bikini. He could tell the wetness had started because she laid a towel across her lap.

Walt also noted Vickie couldn't prevent her eyes from occasionally dropping to view Max's growing bulge. She was caught by the young marine and Walt several times. She would blush and look away. Walt's erection became harder when visions of her fucking Max popped into his head again. He visualized Vickie's legs open wide with Max plunging his hard cock deep into her. Walt's breath quickened as he envisioned her legs, pulling Max deep into her while screaming his name. Walt found himself genuinely wanting to watch the two of them fuck as if their lives depended on it. That filled him with a new exhilaration, but he wasn't sure he would be able to convince Vickie to go along with it. However, it wouldn't be the first time that Walt had suggested she fuck another man in front of him. He often suggested it might be a real turn-on, but she usually just laughed like she didn't take him seriously.

Max told them that he was twenty years old, and he had enlisted in the Marines straight out of high school. Walt asked Max how often he came to the beach while on shore leave. Max glanced at Vickie and made it a point to stress that he was there almost every afternoon and sometimes in the morning. Walt could feel the sexual tension building between Max and his sexy wife. Vickie and Max were openly flirting with each other, and Vickie occasionally slipped her hand under the towel in her lap and rubbed her pussy. Walt knew she was getting very aroused. It made him feel uncomfortable, yet at the same time, he was incredibly excited by it. However, Walt thought it was time to break off their contact. He told Max they had to get ready for a mandatory dinner meeting with his company. Walt didn't tell Max that Vickie would be alone that evening while he attended the dinner. He was afraid the horny young bastard would come back and force himself on her. Vickie and Max both looked like they wanted to fuck each other's brains out. If that happened, Walt wanted to be there to watch. That was something he may encourage later on, but not tonight.

Before leaving the beach, Walt told Max he would be tied up in seminars most of the week, but Vickie would be free if he wanted to keep her company on the beach during the day. Walt felt that the more exposure they had to each other, the more sexual tension would build between them. That sexual tension would eventually have to be released, and Walt wanted to be the benefactor of that release. That alone would probably lead to a lust-filled sexual experience between him and his wife in their bedroom. Without consulting Vickie, Walt was formulating a plan to bring even more excitement into their little game. He considered a threesome with him, mostly watching the two of them fucking like crazy. Walt hadn't quite worked out all the details of that plan yet.

Max excitedly agreed to entertain Vickie while Walt attended the seminar. He left the beach with a smile on his face and a massive bulge in his swimsuit. Vickie was ready to kill Walt for putting her in such an awkward position. It was evident that Walt is prepared to raise the stakes of the game to a much higher level than she was ready to tolerate. Walt told her to play along because it just might lead to the most thrilling orgasm of all. She was looking for more thrills but wasn't sure she could restrain her urges enough to stay within the established parameters of the game. Vickie didn't mention it to Walt, but she really did want to fuck the young Marine. She wished Walt would mention his fantasy of her fucking another man again. She planned to put on a show of reluctance before agreeing to do it in the end.

After the company-sponsored dinner, Walt came back to a very horny wife. She told him she had showered after he left and then masturbated most of the evening. Even though her pussy was raw, Vickie still lured Walt into the bed with a promise of uninhibited sex. She fucked Walt like he was a total stranger and called out Max's name several times during their fuck-fest. Walt exploded in her with five huge squirts of sperm. Vickie answered him with two back to back orgasms.

Walt left early the next morning for the company seminar. He told Vickie that he had to attend a reception after the symposium and probably wouldn't be back until around eight o'clock that evening. He said they could have a late dinner at the hotel. He suggested she relax on the beach and maybe do a little shopping in the afternoon. He didn't mention it to Vickie, but he was more than sure Max would come sniffing around trying to entice her with his young muscular body. Walt felt the more Vickie had to fight off his sexual overtures, the hornier she would be when he got home that evening. If Walt has calculated it right, she would be ripping his clothes off as soon as he came through the door from the seminar. He could visualize the blissful sex that would take place between them that evening when he returned.

Vickie drank her morning coffee and lounged around the bungalow in her thin nightgown. Her pussy was still tingling from the sex she'd had with Walt the night before. She had gotten so worked up over her fantasy about Max she couldn't relax. Without warning, visions of her being fucked hard by Max would occasionally pop into her mind. She became extremely anxious and forced the thought from her mind. She had never cheated on Walt, but if these wicked thoughts didn't go away, she might very well slip this once. She fingered herself to a quick orgasm just to relieve the mounting frustration. It helped, but the sexual urges were still there. She wished she had remembered to pack her Rabbit vibrator.

Around ten o'clock, she glanced out the window and observed Max relaxing on a chaise lounge under the shade of a palm tree. Her breathing quickened, and her nipples hardened. She blushed as she again imagined how big Max's hard cock might be and what it would feel like in her hand or pussy. She promptly shook that image from her mind as her panties moistened. She hurriedly put on her bikini and a light-weight cotton cover-up and then hustled down to the beach. Max offered a cheerful welcome. She tried to act like she was a surprise to find him there.

"Good morning, Mrs. Simpson."

Vickie raised a hand in greeting and said, "Good morning, Max, and please call me Vickie. I'm not that much older than you."

"Yes, Ma'am," he smiled.! "Vickie, it is then."

Max lifted his shoulders in a half shrug and pointed to a chaise lounge he had positioned next to his and invited her to join him. Vickie accepted and slipped off the cover-up and laid face down on the lounge. She promptly untied the bikini top and let it fall, exposing her bareback and a side view of her tits. Max was quick to caution her about the harsh sun rays. She had expected him to do just that and pointed to her beach bag and asked him to apply sunscreen to her back. Max rapidly retrieved the sunscreen and applied a liberal amount to her back. She shivered as he spread the cold lotion over the length of her back down to the cheeks of her ass.

Max took in a deep breath and was being careful not to appear too thrilled at being permitted to touch her body. Vickie, on the other hand, found herself hoping he would brazenly slip his hands under her bikini bottoms and apply lotion to her ass cheeks. He didn't. He wanted to, but he chickened out and moved back up to her shoulders. Max applied sunscreen along her sides from her hips up to her armpits. He could see her globular tits were bulging out, inviting him to touch them. Vickie held her breath and, without thinking, lifted her elbows to give him access to apply sunscreen to her breast. Walt had always accommodated her when she offered access, but Max wasn't bold enough to do so and moved away from her breasts. When Max backed away, Vickie let out a harsh breath and felt foolish for intuitively offering access to her boobs. She didn't want to appear too eager, but she did yearn for his hands to roam her body, stroking and tweaking her nipples. It didn't happen. Vickie felt it would alter the fantasy if she had to ask him to be more daring.

"Don't forget to put sunscreen on my legs, Max," Vickie purred in a sexy voice.

"Yes, ma'am... I mean Vickie. I was going there next," Max responded!

While she was face down, Max took the occasion to reposition his painfully hard cock, which was beginning to tent his swimsuit. Max then proceeded to apply a moderate amount of sunscreen to her left leg. He started at her ankle and moved up to her calf. When he reached her inner thigh, a slight tremble traveled through Vickie's body, and she emitted a soft moan. Max interpreted that as a good sign, and guardedly proceeded up to the top of her thigh. Vickie flinched and became tense; her breathing was rapid and irregular. Max lingered inches from her wet pussy. He could smell her aroma of arousal. After a minute of rubbing and massaging that area, he loomed closer. Max took a deep breath and cagily extended his index finger, casually stroking her wet pussy through her bikini bottom.

Vickie gasped and stiffened at the initial contact but said nothing. She casually stretched her body as a slight chill flowed through her, causing goose-bumps to rise on her back and legs. She was tempted to encourage him to be more daring. But her fantasy would be heightened more if he proceeded without her urging.

For Max, the goose-bumps were an excellent indication she liked what he was doing and desired more of the same. He knew that if he could get a finger in her pussy, he would be well on his way to achieving his goal. He considered for an instant to get more aggressive but lost his nerve moving quickly away from her vagina. She let out an involuntary sigh of frustration. Max began to apply sunscreen to her right leg. He took his time, giving Vickie plenty of time for the goose-bumps to go away and for her to calm down.

Vickie was getting very frustrated. She was aroused enough that she wanted him to touch her pussy. She wanted him to remove her bikini bottom and lick her pussy or asshole. Her fantasy was beginning to push her toward a real sexual encounter with this young stud. Max paced himself as he proceeded to massage her calf and then to move higher on her sun-tanned thigh. He spent an excessive amount of time stroking her inner thighs, trying to get the nerve to make his move. Vickie seemed to be relaxed and composed, but suddenly, she stiffened again and stretched while pushing her ass into the air. His first thought was that she was inviting him to touch her ass, but he didn't. He wanted to but wasn't sure he was reading her signals correctly. He had never tried to seduce an older woman before. All his experience was with younger women closer to his age. Max decided to watch for more clear-cut signals.