I Have A Fantasy

Dear Reader,

Lately, I've been really into the idea of having multiple partners at once. I suspect being in lockdown for over a year is part of the reason for this. In order to alleviate some sexual frustration, I wrote this story. The point of view in this story switches between Elle and James. I try to make this clear by writing the character's name at the top of each new section. This story also has a secondary theme of exhibition and voyeurism.

Your comments, good or critical, are appreciated. Feel free to email me if you have questions or longer comments. I enjoy connecting with people in this community.

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Elle

James rolled off me, leaned over to give me one more kiss, and asked, "What's gotten into you, Elle? That sex was amazing."

Yeah, I wasn't sure how I was supposed to tell my boyfriend of almost three years that I really loved him, but had this deep down fantasy of doing more than one guy at once while he watched. And every time I thought about it while we were having sex, it really got me going.

"Nothing, it was just really good sex."

"That's what you said the last time we had sex."

"It was really good sex then too."

"Nope, there's something else. What aren't you telling me?" James asked as he began to kiss my neck. "Don't hold out on me, Elle. What's going on in that head of yours?"

I closed my mouth tightly, my lips forming a thin line. James and I had a good thing. Telling him I wanted anonymous cock, like a whole bunch of anonymous cock, probably wouldn't go well.

James leaned back and stared at me. "You really aren't going to tell me?"

"I don't want to hurt you."

"Did you do something that will upset me?"

"No, nothing like that."

"Then just tell me. We can talk about whatever is on your mind."

"Are you sure?"

"Please. It's hurting me more that you won't tell me."

I take a breath, then another, and another after that. "Please don't be mad at me when I tell you this."

"Elle, I love you and I trust you. Please just tell me."

"I want you to watch," I start lamely.

"Watch? Watch what?"

"I have this recurring fantasy about you watching me."

"You mean with another man?"

I study James's face for any sign of anger, but don't see the reaction I expected. His face seems open, relaxed. It looks like there is even a slight smirk spilling over his lips.

"Something like that."

"Elle, please don't be so evasive. Just tell me."

"I have a fantasy that you watch me have sex with three or four men I don't even know." I wait for James to say something and when he doesn't, I say, "And then we kick the men out and have wild sex."

I continue to stare at James waiting for any kind of reaction. He rolls onto his back and stares up at the ceiling. James says nothing for a solid minute. I knew I shouldn't have said anything. He's so pissed he can't even look at or speak to me.

When James finally does speak, he says quietly, "That's really hot, Elle."

It was my turn to be quiet, straight up speechless. I stare at him for several seconds. Finding my voice again, I say, "You really like the idea?"

"It really does turn me on. Are you serious about doing this?"

"Well, you play a major role in this fantasy so..."I let my voice trail off, not sure how to finish.

"So if I agreed, you would go through with this fantasy?"

"I don't know, James." I hadn't expected him to be so open to the idea, and now every "what if" scenario was popping into my head.

"What don't you know?"

"What if the guys are total assholes? What if one of them has some disease? What if I can't find a group of guys willing to be naked with hard-ons in the same room together?"

"Elle, slow down, we're just talking."

"I know. I just didn't expect you to like my fantasy so much that you ask me how serious I am about it."

"Let me think about your fantasy for a bit. But in the meantime, you've gotten me hard all over again."

I look down at James's cock and see it's at full attention.

James

I grab Elle and pull her on top of me. We start making out. My hands grip her back, sliding up and down. I was so turned on by her fantasy that I wanted to devour my girlfriend. Never had I given thought to Elle with another man, or men, in this case. But the more I thought about it, the more I liked the idea.

Rolling over so Elle's tight body is under mine, I ask, "Where do we find these men?" I kiss her neck waiting for a response.

"Some hotel bar in another town."

"Yeah," I say kissing between her breasts and down her flat stomach, "and how do you pick them up?"

"I'm dressed in a short skirt and low slung top. I'm not wearing any panties." Elle drags out the word panties as my tongue flicks over her clit.

"Keep talking, Elle. What happens next?" Elle squirms a bit as I insert one finger into her pussy.

"I picture this group of businessmen sitting at a table close to us." Elle stops speaking and groans as my lips close around her clit. She's absolutely gushing as she tells me this fantasy.

"Don't stop now. The story is just getting good."

Elle sucks in her breath and resumes. "You bump your phone onto the floor and ask me to pick it up. When I bend over, the businessmen get a clear view under my skirt. You just smile at them, even lift up my skirt a little more."

I move back up Elle's body, lift her legs, and slide my cock into her very wet pussy. "Yeah, then what happens?" Elle's arms wrap around my back, pulling me tight to her body."

"They approach our table. You invite them to sit down and make sure I am in the middle of them. Their hands start to roam over my legs, up my skirt. You all just keep drinking, talking, acting like there is nothing going on under the table, while I struggle to maintain my composure. Finally, you invite them all up to the room."

I pick up my pace, pumping into my girlfriend. She's moaning now, her fantasy making her euphoric.

"Do you take on more than one man?" I ask.

"Yeah, one in the mouth, one in the pussy, and jacking another with my hand."

Becoming too lost in the moment to speak, I move my hand down between Elle's legs and begin rubbing her clit. I feel her squeeze around my cock as her adorable O face falls into place. Elle's body goes rigid, her nails digging into my back, and she lets out a groan. I followed her to O-ville just a few seconds later.

Elle

Never, not even in my wildest dreams, did I think James would like my fantasy as much as he did. I look at my phone and see it's well past midnight. James was sound asleep next to me, but I couldn't sleep. My stomach fluttered with excitement at possibly doing this and then twisted in worry about everything that could go wrong.

James rolls over, his arm wrapping around me. I move a little closer to him, enjoying his body heat and how safe I feel next to him. I relax and finally fall asleep.

James

The next morning all I could think about is Elle's fantasy. At lunch, I left my desk to go sit in my car. Pulling my phone out, I type in "Craigslist Personals Alternatives". Finding a few alternatives, I set up an account on two of them. Not wanting to tell Elle right away in case she got her hopes up and it all fell through, I paid for accounts using my business's credit card. Carla, my secretary, was definitely going to raise her eyebrows at those two charges. Hey, benefits of owning my own business.

***

It took a little effort, but I finally found three men who were interested and didn't make me feel like they were serial killers. I asked all the men to meet for drinks just to feel them out. Each of them agreed, and we met at a bar in a neighboring town.

***

"James?"

"Hi there. Yes, I'm James. Nice to meet you." I respond, extending my hand.

"Hey, I'm Matt. It's nice to meet you too."

Matt is a tall slender man with dirty blond hair. He strikes me as a runner.

"Let me get you a drink," I say and call over the waitress.

Matt orders a beer and just as it arrives, I notice another man approaching the table. He looks as if he's around 5'10" or so with a shaved head and a goatee. He clearly lifts weights and has well built arms and shoulders.

Approaching the table with confidence, he asks, "Is one of you James?"

"Yes, that's me."

He extends his hand and says, "I'm Ian."

"Nice to meet you. This is Matt," I say pointing to the tall man. Ian nods at the man and takes a seat. He orders a drink from a passing waitress.

Just then, a third man shows up. He's carrying a few extra pounds, but nothing terrible. His hair is brown and he appears just a bit taller than Ian.

"Hey there, hoping there is a James at this table," he says, sounding a bit nervous.

"Yes, that's me. You must be Joel."

"Yes, that's right," Joel nods and extends his hand.

"This is Matt and that's Ian."

Trying to make sure the awkward feeling doesn't weigh down the whole conversation, I get started right away.

"Thanks so much for coming. I'm trying to surprise my girlfriend for our three year anniversary by fulfilling one of her fantasies." I pull out my phone and show the three men pictures of Elle in a bikini. She's an avid cyclist so her legs and ass always look fantastic.

"She's got a great ass," Ian says as he passes the phone to Matt.

"I generally enjoy the view." And then I start to feel uncomfortable. I was discussing my girlfriend's best assets with three men I didn't even know. Relax, I tell myself. This is for Elle. This is what she wants.

"I'm a leg man myself and she's got a nice set," Matt adds as he passes the phone to Joel.

"Your girlfriend is beautiful. When were you thinking about fulfilling her fantasy?" Joel asks as he passes my phone back to me.

"In two weeks. I already have a hotel room reserved."

"I'm in," says Ian.

"Condoms are required, no exceptions," I say.

"Of course," Ian responds.

"I've never done anything like this before, but I'm in too," says Joel.

"Same for me," adds Matt.

I smile at the men, and then talk to them about what their roles would be. By the time we're all ready to leave the bar, we were laughing and joking. I'm feeling so turned on by actually arranging this fantasy that it was going to be hard to keep this secret from Elle.

Elle

"Hey, you're home. That was a late evening."

"Sorry about that. I had a business meeting," James tells me. Then he pulls me into his arms and starts kissing me. Not a quick peck, but the type of kissing that tells me James is ready to see me out of my clothes.

"What's gotten into you?"

"This hot woman filled my head with this really sexy fantasy. I can't stop thinking about it," James responds as he starts tugging off my shirt.

"Oh really. So you want to see this hot woman spread her legs for a group of men?"

"You have no idea, Elle," James responds as he unbuttons my jeans and tugs them down. "It makes me so hot to think about and now I just want to be in you."

I pull James's shirt off. He quickly removes his slacks and boxers. His hands are everywhere. He grabs my ass and squeezes each cheek while sliding his very hard cock against my stomach. His hand slides around my body, lighting rubbing over my clit, and then he inserts one finger into my pussy.

"Yes, faster," I coax.

James pushes me back against the kitchen island and lifts me up. A basket of apples rolls to the floor. He spreads my legs and leans in to lick my folds. His finger enters me again and begins pumping in and out. His tongue swirls around my clit until his lips clamp down and he begins sucking it. In no time, I am cumming all over James's face.

Without giving me a minute to recover, James pulls me off the kitchen island and turns me around. He pulls my ass outward and in one swift thrust, his cock enters me.

James leans forward and says into my ear, "You have no idea how turned on I've been for a few weeks now. I just kept picturing you with men we don't even know driving their cocks into your pussy and mouth. It's so fucking hot."

Holy shit, James was every bit into my fantasy as I was. He thrust his cock into me furiously as he gripped my hips hard. His breath was falling heavily on my back.

"Play with your clit. Come for me again."

I reach my hand between my legs and begin circling my finger around my clit. Picking up the speed, I feel my orgasm build.

"That's it. Squeeze me."

I rub even quicker now until I feel my orgasm explode outward. I let out a moan, enjoying the feel of a second orgasm in less than five minutes.

With a grunt, James tightens his hands on my hips, and releases into me. His upper body leans forward and he pushes me closer to the island countertop. James holds me this way for a minute as we both catch our breath.

"Damn, Elle. Feel free to share any new fantasy you have with me."

I laugh but say nothing. I'm left wondering who is actually more turned on by my fantasy.

While I used paper towels and the kitchen sink to wash up a bit, James tells me, "I got a us a fancy hotel room for our three year anniversary."

Looking up, I arch my eyebrows in question. "You don't say. Should I be suspicious?"

"Suspicious of me wanting to celebrate three years with a woman I love? I hope not," he responds with a smile he thought made him look innocent.

"Hmm, I feel like there is something you aren't telling me."

"It's late, Elle, let's go to bed," James says.

James is up to something, but I decide to keep quiet about it. I had an idea of what he was up to, but I knew he wouldn't share any details with me. My pussy got a little wet just thinking about what he was arranging.

James

I knew mentioning the fancy hotel room partially gave away the surprise. I also knew Elle had been nervous about a few parts of the fantasy. Obviously, I wasn't going to force her to do anything she didn't want to do. Hopefully, hinting at my plan would give her time to think about it and get really turned on by actually going through with her fantasy.

One thing I did know for sure, I was about to have amazing sex for the next two weeks. Then, hopefully, I'd get to hear and watch Elle as other men sent her to O-ville several times during the evening. Despite just having sex with Elle, I could feel my cock perk up a bit at these ideas. Who knew fulfilling my girlfriend's fantasy would cause me to feel like a teenager again?

Elle

I knew James was working to fulfill my fantasy. Based on the number of times we had had sex in the past week,I could tell he was more than a little excited by the idea. I was excited too, but still so nervous. I just kept reminding myself how much James loved me. It's not every man who would allow his girlfriend have sex with multiple men in one evening while he watched.

I work at home as a technical writer which gives me a bit more flexibility in my time. I decided I was going to find the right kind of outfit to wear. In my mind, I had always pictured a short skirt and low slung top with no panties or bra. After checking out a few pictures on the internet, I decided that gave off too much of a college girl vibe. Nothing against coeds, just not the look I was going for.

I finally decided on a blue, short cut dress. It had working buttons up the front and I knew I could undo a few. After ordering my dress, I started to look at thongs. I know I had always pictured no panties, but I just felt too nervous about that. I picked out the skimpiest thong I could find. It was sheer and black.The thong definitely did not leave a lot to the imagination. My dress was loose fitting so I decided no bra was needed. I knew my blue dress would go perfectly with a pair of lace up sandals I had. My outfit felt complete.

***

The package with my clothing arrived two days later while, in the late afternoon. I was thankful James was still at work so I could try on my new dress without him seeing it. I ran upstairs to our bedroom and tore into the package. I held the dress up to me and decided it was sexy, but classy enough to not be thrown out of the hotel bar.

Trying the dress on, I messed with the buttons. At two buttons, there was a bit of cleavage, and at three buttons open, some side boob was present. Four buttons down meant I might as well go topless. I'd start with two and maybe work my way up to three.

While facing the full length mirror, I turned around and grabbed my ankles. The skirt just barely covered my girly bits. Turning around, I bent over again, and realized with two buttons open, there was a full view of my breasts when I bent over. That could be fun, I thought.

Sliding off my panties, I again bent over to examine my back side. With a little swish of my ass, my pussy definitely gave a peekaboo performance. Maybe I could go without my thong? I turned around and moved to sit on the corner of the bed where I could still see myself in the mirror. Spreading my legs, I checked if any wandering eye could see up my dress. Hiking my dress up a bit, my pussy was again in peekaboo mode. Thinking about sitting in the hotel bar with strangers' hands sliding up my legs, I hike my dress up so it is almost completely around my waist. The whole activity is getting me so wet.

Sliding back to my side of the bed, I open the drawer to my bedside table and pull out my vibrator. James would no doubt want to have sex again when he got home, but I couldn't wait until then. Spreading my legs, I turn on my virbrator and rub it up and down my folds. Soon, I get a good rhythm going and am so close to coming.

"Hello," coos James.

"Holy shit!" I shout and my vibrator goes flying to my side.

"Hey, it's just me. Relax," James soothes as he pulls off his shirt.

"You scared me to death."

"Sorry about that. Let me make it up to you," James says as he kicks off his shoes and pulls his slacks and boxers off. His cock bounces upward, already hard and ready to go. He crawls on the bed and leans over to kiss me hard. Then he grabs my hips, pulls me downward and immediately enters me.

There is nothing soft or sensual about this sex. James drives into me, hard, over and over again. I'm moaning and writhing, loving how hard he is doing me. As my hand grips the bedspread, my still buzzing vibrator slides towards it. I grasp the vibrator and slide it right over my clit. That's all it took for me to explode in pleasure. James cums almost immediately after me.

"Damn, a man could get used to that," smiles James. "What's got you all hot and bothered? Not that I'm complaining."

"Yeah, this hot guy I know is promising me a good time in just a few days."

James kisses me again and then pulls himself out and off of me. "Good to know you are looking forward to our anniversary."

"Quite a bit."

James stands up and slides his boxers back on. He looks at me again and asks, "New dress?"

"Yeah, I got it for Friday night. You like it?"

"It's kind of hard not to when it's hiked up around your waist like that."

Using a tissue to stem the flow a bit, I get up and make my way to the bathroom to freshen up. Taking the dress off, I decided it could probably do with a trip to the wash machine.

James follows me into the bathroom holding the plastic package containing my thong. "What's this?"

"A thong. I was debating wearing it Friday night too."

"Versus wearing what?"

"Nothing at all."

"I'm kind of hoping you're leaning toward nothing under that new dress of yours."

"Guess you'll just have to wait and see."

James

Finding Elle going to town her pussy the other day was so damn hot. I was also thankful I implied to Elle that I was working to fulfill her fantasy. That dress and her obvious excitement told me she was still on board.

Without telling Elle, I took a half day off of work. I checked into our hotel room, put water and wine in the fridge, and set out a bouquet of roses. I made sure the AC was on, but not turned on so cool that Elle would never want to get naked. Finally, I put two boxes of condoms in the night stand drawer.