Racking my brain, trying to figure out which of my wife Susan's fantasies she referred to after a glorious romp, when she asked me, "Want to know what I fantasize about when we're fucking?"
Of course I do, but the kicker was the "No, if I told you what it was, I'm afraid you might want to try it."
What the hell is there to be afraid of here???
I knew her fantasy had to include another woman – we never told stories involving multiple male participants. Not sure why, but most of our fantasy scenarios are about two women... Maybe she has her own Allyson backyard fantasy...
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As I followed the lawnmower around its almost programmed path, I realized how much I enjoyed being out of the office. On a day like this – cloudless, with a breeze that was just strong enough to cool the dripping sweat – there was no doubt. As I moved into the back yard, I noticed Allyson walking around, dragging a towel and tote bag out into the yard next door. She made two more trips back to the house before she lighted.
"Out for some sun," I thought – good day for it. I had pared my own wardrobe down to bikini top and shorts so I could revel in the baking rays as I worked. My attention continued to drift back into Allyson's yard as she spread the towel, looked over at me and waved. She was far from the house, and had settled on a spot that was most visible to me as I worked the machine back and forth in the familiar back yard pattern.
That was Ok. Allyson was an attractive woman with a great figure – one of those who worked hard at staying toned. As she pulled her t-shirt over her head, I had to blink the sweat from my eyes to see if the bikini top she wore was anything more than just red string – the patches of cloth covering her breasts did a poor job of concealing anything. The thong was just as skimpy, too. She made a show of bending over and getting everything adjusted – as much flesh as she displayed, I wondered why she wore that thing at all.
I had occasionally fantasized about being with another woman, but only fantasies –
Allyson's show was demanding so much of my attention, I was relieved to finish the lawn. As I followed the mower back towards the house, I was almost mesmerized watching her slowly spreading oil on her arms and shoulders. She stopped me in my tracks as she boldly stared and moved her hands down to her breasts, only stopping to squirt a generous stream of tanning oil into the valley of her cleavage.
"God, it's hot," she muttered. She was right, but I wasn't sure she was talking about the weather.
"I've got some lemonade over here. Come get some." Allyson continued to spread oil over her stomach, rubbing down toward her legs. The mild breeze began to cool me off – at least from the exertions of the yard work. I realized that the display of tanned, glistening flesh was having its effect on me.
"OK, sure." Crossing through a break in the low hedges that separated our yards, I became aware that my nipples had become erect. I glanced down and noted they were making a very visible statement through the sweat-soaked top that clung to my breasts.
"Help your self," Allyson nodded and pointed with her foot in the general direction of her bag. I found a thermos and looked for a cup.
