Authors note: This is a story of loving wives, in other words married women having sex with other people. If you can't handle it or the explicit language I suggest you don't read it and certainly don't send me any nasty e-mails. Not only will you not get a reply, it won't even be read. If you do however which to send me positive critique, I'll be glad to read your personal comments.
My hubby and I have a jar for special occasions in our bedroom. In it are little envelops. They each contain a small piece of paper on which we write down our fantasies that we would like to see fulfilled. There are about 10 to 15 suggestions with my hubby's name on the envelop and around the same number of fantasies under my name. We both don't know what the other one wrote down and we promised each other only to open one at a time on a special occasion.
Last week Thursday it was Bart's turn to pick out a fantasy of mine. What was the occasion? I had my evaluation at work and I'm proud to say I got promoted to Senior systems engineer.
Anyway, I told Bart the good news on the phone as soon as I was done with my meeting. Of course I reminded him of the fact that he would be choosing one of my fantasies that night. He was already looking forward to that, normally my fantasies please Bart very much as well, as I'm sure you already know ...
I left work half an hour early that day, I was too excited to concentrate on what I was doing anyway.
I arrived home around 5:15 pm and heard my hubby pull up the drive way not 5 minutes after I arrived.
"You are home early" he told me.
"So are you" I replied.
"Yeah, I couldn't concentrate today, something about getting to know one of your dirty little fantasies I guess ..."
"Haha, I know what you mean" I replied him "that's exactly why I'm home already too".
Since we were celebrating my promotion he was going to fix dinner, he's quite a good cook too.
My hubby opened a drawer and took out a pan while he turned to me: "why don't you slip into something more comfortable and get us both a drink while I make us dinner".
I took of my shoes and went upstairs. I turned on the water of the shower and while waiting for the warm water, threw my clothes in the laundry basket. The warm water felt southing and my body let go of the stress of that day.
I didn't take a long shower, I just shaved and washed myself. Ten minutes later I was drying myself off and put on my pyjama and slippers. There is nothing sexual about them, but somehow Bart loved to see me in this pink and white striped, winter pyjama.
When I came back downstairs 20 minutes later I saw Bart was making tagliatelle with scampi's (my favorite), the whole kitchen and dining room was filled with it's gorgeous smell.
I set the table and poured 2 glasses of white wine. Some white stuff I like bitter, but my wine I like best sweet... ;) I took the 2 glasses in my hands and walked over to the kitchen. I handed my hubby his glass while I sipped from mine. We both just looked at each other without saying a word while enjoying the drink.
Another 10 or so later Bart was serving and I refilled our glasses.
We had a wonderful evening without TV or laptops, just sitting, talking with each other and playing a few games.
It was around 10 pm by the time we went upstairs. And although nothing sexual was said or done we were both horny as hell because we knew what was coming next. We both couldn't wait to make it to the bedroom...
Bart sat down on the bed as I was taking down our famous jar. I opened it and put in on the bed in between us.
My hubby had every little envelop with my name on it in his hands, holding it up, trying to look through the envelop, which he knew was a vain hope.
I was in the mean time just looking at the expressions on his face and admiring his body. I don't even know myself anymore all the fantasies I wrote down, so I wasn't hoping on a particular one.
While Bart was still making up his mind, deliberately building up the excitement even more, I undid the button on his hand, opened his fly and took his already hard cock in my hands.
I was stroking his shaft gently and slowly caressing his balls with my soft hands.
I saw precum starting to leak out the head of his penis and his eyes rolling in the back of his head. He started softly moaning.
He couldn't take my teasing any longer, he just ripped open the envelop he had in his hands and read the text out loud: "I stop on the side of the road pretending car failure. I'm on my way to a party, so I'm dressed provocatively. When a good looking man stops to help me, I suggest to just take me home and I'll pick up the car the day afterwards. You follow us to his place..."
I remembered writing that one "Oh yeah, I love this one, I think this could be so much fun. What do you think honey?"
"Hell yes" Bart said before he attacked me.
Bart forced his hand under my pyjama pants and while kissing me passionately he pulled them down and tossed them in the middle of the room.
I was laying flat on my back, eagerly accepting his tongue in my mouth, with my legs spread while Bart was fondling my hot pussy.
His fingers were slipping in and out of my love cave rapidly while he was gently rubbing my clit. He didn't stop his touch and kiss until I came on his skilled fingers, flooding his hand with my juices.
He sat up on his knees and pulled his shirt over his head before he quickly removed his pants and boxers. They wound up on the same pile on the floor were my pyjama pants were already laying.
He crawled between my legs on his knees with his rock hard cock sticking straight out in front of him, a lovely sight I must say. I raised my knees and feet in the air and rocked my hips upward, preparing myself to accept his body in mine.
After he slipped his dick in my wet soaked cunt I placed my heels on his calves and my hubby starting fucking me hard.
We were both so horny and full of lust that until we both came for a first time, it was pure animal-like fucking.
It only took a minute before my hubby and I were on the verve of cumming.
Bart started to cum when I was on the edge myself. Feeling his cock pulsate in my quivering cunt, his cum shooting deep inside on me, sent me over the top as well. An incredible intense orgasm raged through my body. I dug my heels into Bart's calves and raised my pelvis while he buried his magnificent cock as deep into my pussy as he could get it. Bart was screaming in pain and ecstasy, while I could feel his last spurts of cum entering my bald cunt.
When my orgasm subsided and I regained control over my body I apologized to him for practically standing on his legs, but he wouldn't have it.
"Don't ever apologize for that! I love how it feels. I love how intense your orgasms are" he told me.
After that, our fucking turned to love-making and we joined each other for another hour before falling asleep.
I got up early the next day. I climbed in the shower, put on some make-up and my clothes and made it to work at 8 am.
On my way to work, my mind kept fantasizing about our "little adventure" from the next day. I worked out a whole plan of how I would go about and what I wanted to accomplish. I thought of Bart's face and our love-making from the night before.
All the thoughts got me kind of excited again, but it was still way too early to get horny (I don't function before a cup of coffee).
Once at work, the day flew by. Slacking off the day before made it so that I had lots to catch up. Stress replaced my erotic feelings.
It was 5:30 pm when I left work and drove back home. Driving actually relaxes me and it wasn't too long before the stress was gone again.
A little over 6 pm I was back home to find Bart already almost done with dinner. The lights were dimmed and there was some music playing on the stereo.
When he heard me open the front door, he greeted me with a kiss.
We ate our dinner and afterwards cleared the table. It took us 20 minutes, because Bart's hands were all over me. I playfully batted them away every time. When he was across the room I would stick my ass out at him, or lick my lips sensually, or flash my titties at him, ... but I would let him only look, not touch.
After we were done clearing the table Bart went upstairs to take a shower and I laid myself down on the coach.
Normally on Friday we go out, but because it had been a busy day at work and because we had already something planned the next evening we decided to stay home and watch some TV.
Bart came downstairs in a boxer short and a robe on. He sat down next to me on my right side and let his robe fell open. His cock was already more then just semi.
He looked at me with his sexy bedroom eyes and I couldn't help but smile while I felt my heart melt for this lovely man of mine.
Bart leaned in for a kiss and while we were kissing his hands started roaming my body. First over my shirt and pants, then under it.
His hands were under my bra, rubbing my flesh and violating that little place between my legs. I responded after a minute or 2 by pulling his boxers down after enough so that his cock would spring loose. I slowly started stroking and playing with his balls.
When he was rock hard I leaned down and sucked his balls into my mouth while I gently ran my hands up and down over his shaft, he was enjoying my touch.
"Am I a bitch?" I asked him with my mouth full.
"Yes, you are!" he moaned at me "but I love you anyway..."
"Good, I love you too" I replied while I sat myself back upright in the sofa, batted his hand away and straightend my clothes back out.
He had a puzzled look on his face. He almost begged me: "What are you doing? Please continue, it felt so good!"
"Nope, not tonight" I replied him "you will have to wait until after my little fantasy tomorrow".
"You are such a bitch", he told me with a smile on his face.
He tried the while evening to get me to go further, because he knew I was also horny as hell too, but without success. The anticipation would make it double as fun, I reasoned. And as it turned out, I would be right...
