We'd talked about this early on in our relationship. But that was maybe 10 years ago at best. Back when we were both young and really adventurous, especially where sex was concerned. It hadn't come up in conversation in a long time. It had suddenly made an appearance again late one night when we were sitting on the couch relaxing after a long day at work for both of us. There we sat, leaning back against the couch, facing one another, a wine glass in my hand and a beer in his. We started to talk about our fantasies. What deep, dark fantasies we still had, or new ones that we didn't know we wanted before.
I sat there and stared at my husband of 9 years. Craig and I had enjoyed a lot of ups and downs in our 10 years. He was still handsome and sexy as he neared his mid-30s. As he talked about his more mild fantasies, I studied him over my wine glass. Dark brown hair. Gorgeous green eyes. He was a corporate attorney but had that wild biker look that hinted he could be just a little bit dangerous. It was his smile that had attracted me to him in the first place. Just dripped sex appeal like you wouldn't believe. I was lost in my thoughts when I heard "threesome" and "watch you fuck another woman." Huh?
"Wait. Slow down. What did you say?" I asked him, sitting upright just a little bit more.
He shrugged, lifted his beer to his lips, but before he took that drink, he said, "You heard me. I fantasize about seeing you fuck another woman. I fantasize about it a lot." He tilted the bottle to his lips but kept watching me. I was a little stunned. I admit that I've had this fantasy a time or two myself. With a few interesting sidebars in the middle.
"You're serious? You really want that?"
He just nodded at me. "Yes. I do." He waited for a minute, the silence surrounding us. I looked down into my wine glass, thinking. "Well? What do you think?"
I wasn't sure what to think. Here was an opportunity that not a lot of women, especially wives, would really know what to do with. I looked at Craig. He was waiting to see what I would do. What I would say. Taking a drag of my wine, I looked at him a little sideways. "Well... I... umm..." I blew out a breath. "I've thought about it. I admit I've fantasized about being with another woman. Having you watch."
There it was. Out in the open. On the table. Staring at us. At my admission, Craig sat up a little higher. "You'd do it?"
"Well, I didn't say that."
"Come on. One time. You can pick the woman. I'll just watch. I won't touch her."
I sat there, thinking about this. Were we really serious? Was Craig negotiating with me about bringing another woman to our bed? Like he did in the board room? And why was I about to start laying out my own terms?
Bringing my feet off the couch, I sat up and looked side ways at him. Did I want to tell him my whole fantasy? All the sordid details?
"Craig, I think we need to talk about this. I'm game but there are a few things that I've fantasized about too."
Craig swung off the couch and sat there, his beer in his hands, his eyes gleaming. "Go ahead. Tell me."
I looked straight ahead, not wanting to look at him, not while I was confessing my fantasies. "I, well... God this isn't easy... I want to be with another woman. I want to do all kinds of things to her. Have her do them back to me. But I want more than that. I want her to not only fuck me but I want her to fuck you too." I stopped and looked over at him. "I want to watch her fuck you in the ass with a strap on while you lick me. Would you do that?"
We'd had anal play before. Craig on me. Me on Craig. But a strap on had never made an appearance before. If truth be told what I really wanted to see was more hardcore than just a strap on up Craig's ass but I really didn't think he was ready for that little confession. I didn't know if I was either. I figured this was a good way to ease both of us into it.
I looked at Craig, waiting for his answer. He took another swig of beer and then another. I could tell he was thinking about it. I could also tell he was getting turned on by the idea. Whether it was just the idea of me, him and another woman or what I had just laid on him, I wasn't sure. All I knew was that the once slumbering monster in his pants was now fully awake and wanting to have a vote in our conversation. I figured I could up the ante a little. See if I could get him to my side of things. Now that this was out, that we were telling each other our fantasies and seriously considering acting this one out, I wanted it. I really wanted this one. All of it.
While Craig thought things through, I slowly slid off the couch onto my knees. Slowly, I crawled over to him, kneeling between his legs. As I slid my hands up his legs and across his thighs, Craig looked at me. "Just keep thinking, baby. Don't mind me." With that, I slid my hands higher up and grabbed hold of his belt. I slowly undid it and then set my fingers to work on the button and fly of his slacks. Leaning down, I looked up at him and said just as my mouth was less than an inch above his groin, "Just think about how hard you'd be watching me lick a pussy." Then I laid my tongue against his hard pants-covered bulge and licked my way up. Craig groaned and his cock twitched in his pants. Rubbing my face over his groin, I kept torturing him. I could feel him twitch and jump as my cheek rubbed against him. As my tongue pushed against his balls, flicking up and down, I reached my hand into his pants and pulled out his throbbing member. One of the things I love about Craig is his cock. He's just the right size for me. And right now, he was harder than I'd ever seen him. His purple head was already dripping with pre-cum. His veins pulsing along the sides.
Wrapping my hands around him, I held him and then looked up at him again. "Just imagine me doing this to you while she licked me from behind." I flicked my tongue over his head. "Or fucked me." Again my tongue covered his head, pressing down and up. "Or helped me lick you. Would you like that, baby? Would you like two tongues on your cock? Two mouths?" Without letting him answer, I wrapped my lips around the head of his cock and slowly pushed down, taking only the plump head in my mouth. I sucked slowly, moaning as I felt him throb in my mouth. Up and down, I bobbed my head, sucking only on his crown. Craig moaned and thrust his cock up, trying to go deeper. My hands around the base of his shaft kept me in control of how deep and how fast.
Pulling my mouth off, I rolled my tongue around the head of his cock and then looked up at him again. His eyes were half closed, his breathing rapid. "Just imagine me licking your ass, baby, rolling my tongue over it. You know you like that." He grunted and nodded almost as if he was drunk. "I'll get you nice and wet and then I'll guide her strap on cock into your ass and watch her fuck you." Craig groaned. "Then I'll slide down and take your hard cock in my mouth... just ... like... this..." I wrapped my mouth around him and in one swift stroke had his entire cock deep in my mouth. My throat constricted, making me gag and I sucked hard and then pulled back off him only to ram my mouth back down over him again. Craig was grunting, fucking my mouth. His hands went to the back of my head and held on as I pumped up and down in his lap.
My moans were muffled as I sucked harder and faster. My spit was running down his cock, covering my hands, his balls. I needed him to cum in my mouth. I needed to feel how excited he was. Laying my tongue out flat, I slid it up and down his shaft as I fucked him with my mouth. His cock was pulsing, getting harder and harder. I reached down with my hand and cupped his balls, squeezing, feeling them tighten. Craig grunted out a few words that were unintelligible for the most part. I knew he was close. I sucked harder, faster, swallowing his cock whole. Just as the tip of his cock hit the back of my throat, I felt him throb and then his cum was shooting down my throat. As I pulled off him, his cum coated my tongue, filling my mouth. I sucked, swallowing, squeezing his balls. Craig was thrusting up into my mouth, his hands pulling my hair. When the last drop had gone down my throat, I pulled my mouth off him and looked up at him.
"Is that a yes, baby?"
All he could do was look at me, smile and nod his head.
Weeks went by but we didn't let it end there. There were more nights in bed where we talked about our fantasy. About how we were going to act it out. We both had a vacation coming up. Late one night, as we lay cuddled up against one another after a particularly intense round of sex, we decided. We would take our vacation, stay in a luxury hotel. If by the third night we hadn't found someone to play with, we'd call an escort. We talked it through and made plans. The next day, we went together to an adult store. Together, we picked out a strap on that would be acceptable to both of us. Nothing too big for Craig. He was nervous but game. Especially after the girl at the counter gave him a big smile while she rang us up. We barely had time to get home before Craig was pounding away at my pussy with his own cock, the strap on laying next to us on the floor.
As our vacation neared, so did our excitement. We agreed to forego sex for the entire week leading up to our vacation. It was torture but we assured ourselves it would be well worth it in the end. The sexual tension between us grew and grew until we were both about ready to burst. As we checked into our hotel, we both tried to stay calm. There's something about hotels and sex that just go hand in hand. The fact that we hadn't had any in a week, well, that just made it worse. And even more naughty.
The room was everything we had hoped for. Big king size bed. Large Jacuzzi tub and four-head shower. The view from the balcony was amazing. We unpacked and I went in to shower. This was our first night and we were going on the prowl for a playmate.
I took my time in the shower, soaping my body with my favorite scent. I had shaved the day before, making my legs and my pussy smooth and bare. As I ran my soapy hands over my body, I could feel my pussy start to tingle. I was so wet. Had been for days. As my fingers glided over my wet nether lips, I wanted so bad to stroke myself. To feel an explosive orgasm. But I resisted the urge. Sliding my hands upwards, I stroked them over my stomach and then up to my breasts. From day one, Craig had loved my breasts. I'm not a thin woman, curvy in all the right places. Including my 44DD tits. Using my thumb and forefinger, I gently squeezed my nipples, hardening them to sensitive little nubs. My nipples are a dark pink, a rosy color. The aureole extends out to be about the size of a coaster. As my fingers twisted and squeezed my nipples, I felt a sensation of being watched. I opened my eyes and saw Craig standing in the bathroom doorway, watching me. He was naked and his cock was rock hard. "Don't you dare cum." I laughed when he said it, seeing the agony on his face. It was hard enough for me not to cum over the last week but I could imagine how Craig had fared. A rock hard cock between his legs at all times. Laughing, I lifted my hands away as if I was in a hold up and let the water ran down over me, cleansing my body of all residue soap.
