I write erotic fiction for fun. I mainly get the ideas for my stories when I lie awake at night and am unable to sleep. I let my mind wander and think about some of the people I know, particularly wives of friends of mine who I find attractive. I then let my mind make up erotic situations that might be possible and would result in a sexual story.
If the stories I dream up give me an erection, then they may be the basis for one of my fictional submissions. But often, my stories have some basis in actual fact.
Several years ago I wrote a fictional story about my wife's former boss. My wife Lindsey had previously worked for Marty, who owned a home remodeling company. She worked in his office, which was in an industrial complex rather far from the beaten path. Normally it was just the two of them in the office.
To Marty, everything had sexual overtones. The promotional material he used for his company always had pictures of naked women or breasts. His favorite phrase was "Wanna play with a stiff cock?"
I know on one occasion, he went off for a golfing weekend, and brought back a stack of pictures of his vacation. Interspersed within these pictures were photographs of him naked. He showed Lindsey the pictures and was delighted with himself when she came upon his nude photos. She, of course, expressed great shock, but he convinced her to look at the rest of the photos, which contained more pictures of his cock.
On other occasions he would leave copies of his nude photos in her desk drawer and she would come upon them when she went to pull out a pen. She would tell me about these times when she saw the pictures of his cock.
I found the stories to be a rather titillating. It is rather erotic to think of my wife looking at pictures of her boss' cock; it was even more stimulating for me to fantasize about her playing with his cock.
A couple of times I asked whether they had ever taken their clothes off while they were alone in the office and she said of course not. I told her that I didn't believe her. I know Marty, and I know that's the kind of thing he would pull just to get a rise out of her - like coming out of the bathroom without a stitch of clothes on, as if nothing was out of the ordinary.
I also know my wife well, and she is something of an exhibitionist and would not back down from an opportunity at one-upmanship if the opportunity arose. She'd drop her top at a moment's notice just to trump his attempts at exhibitionism. The thought of Lindsey and Marty shedding clothes as a prank in the office turned me on, even if it was just a fantasy.
Just after we were married, Lindsey told me that after we had gotten engaged she started a relationship with a male friend and that they frequently bathed together, obviously stark naked. This relationship went on for several months, unknown to me. She insists she never fucked him. I suspect she was telling the truth, because she has always professed a desire for faithfulness.
But I was sure that she had given him blow jobs or hand jobs. Twenty-year-old members of the opposite sex simply don't bathe together without somebody having an orgasm. And Lindsey had always told me that while she hadn't fucked many guys before we were married, she had certainly given her share of blow jobs.
I asked her directly one time whether she had ever given her friend a blow job during their naked bathing, while we were engaged. Her response was, "I don't think so."
You "don't think" you gave a blow job to someone? It seems to me you would probably remember whether you gave a bathing buddy a blow job while you were engaged to someone else. It's not something that just slips your mind. It was pretty clear to me that she had sucked his cock when they bathed together nude; she just preferred not to admit it.
But the fact is, if she got off on sucking his cock back when we were engaged, great. When she would tell me the stories about being naked with her friend, bathing, while we were engaged, it gave me an erection.
I don't know why, but something turns me on to fantasize about Lindsey sucking off another man's cock, particularly her doing so at the very time I was, perhaps, writing her a love letter. We would often make passionate love after she told me the stories about her bathtub friend, because it turned me on so much. I don't know why it does, it just does.
Getting back to my story, I told her that if she and Marty had stripped down to bare skin while she was working, I wanted to hear about it, because the thought was extremely sensual to me - that I might be at work, working my tail off, while she's diddling around playing touchy-feely with her boss.
I said it wouldn't surprise me if you gave him a blow job in the office from time to time. While I believe Lindsey wouldn't be fucking other men, she's always said that giving a blow job is no big deal, and I wouldn't put that past her. But she would always deny that anything happened
Finally, after having several variations of the same conversation over several months, when I would tell her that the thought of them groping each other in their office was sexually stimulating to me, Lindsey admitted she had given Marty blow jobs on more than one occasion.
She told me that the first time, he had hidden another picture of himself naked in her desk drawer. When she opened it and saw the picture, she turned around and looked at him. He was standing right behind her and his pants were on the floor, and his penis was at half-mast. He said, "Touch my cock."
She said she doesn't know why, but she reached over and put her hand and fingers around his cock. She told me it was because she thought, "It was so, so big!"
