The following tale is part of the series "A Most Unusual Day." Each of the parts stands independently, although together they tell a broader story. I hope you will enjoy this one and elect to read the others as well.
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My day so far had been a blur of unusual occurrences. I had been awakened to a fabulous morning handjob, delivered enthusiastically by my loving, but sexually unadventurous wife, Jennifer. This was the first time I had been so awakened in our whole relationship of nearly two decades, and I wondered if our frank discussions about enhancing our sex life were starting to pay off.
That was followed by me picking up an impossibly beautiful Persian princess barely half my age – and someone else's well-kept wife to boot –and going to her palatial mansion, where I was surprised by Aliyah's explosion of lust and nearly consumed by her carnal appetite. I had to draw on all my strength to fuck her hard in all her holes. In the end, it was my nervousness about unusual occurrences, not the satiation of her appetites which brought an end to the festivities and sent me scurrying back out into the hot California sunshine. Aliyah's lewd entreaties rang in my ears like a Siren's song.
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With more than half the day gone, I grabbed a drive-thru taco and hurried for the office, but when I got there I found I could not concentrate on my work. I kept reliving the day's events, recalling specific moment and images, trying to reconcile my previously mundane existence and self-image with this new person who had picked up a gorgeous hottie at the repair shop, another man's wife at that, taken her home and fucked her senseless.
An image of Aliyah's glistening scarlet lips wrapped around my straining schlong seared through my brain, followed by another of her tremendous tits rocking back and forth to the pounding strokes of my cock churning her wet cunt to a froth. I blinked, trying to clear my head, but the images kept on coming. There was her wrinkled anus coming into view as she willingly spread her own ass cheeks to present me with the forbidden treasure inside. This of course was followed by the sight of my bulging rod repeatedly battering that once-tiny aperture until it gaped open like a sewer pipe. Then came the capper: Aliyah eagerly – no, hungrily – sucking the grimy santorum from my cock, fresh from her ravaged ass with my spunk pooled on her face.
I could hardly believe these things had happened to me, in fact, had been done by me. But the reality of the situation was made clear by the painful burning in my groin as my poor overworked prick attempted to stand up and salute those incredible memories. I realized that I wasn't going to get any work done that day and headed out of the office to the gym for a workout.
After a solid two hour sweat, followed by a half hour in the sauna, I headed for home. No one was there when I got there. To keep my mind off what I was going to say to Jennifer about my adventures, and because I was famished, having never really eaten anything, well any food that is, at Aliyah's house, I changed into some comfortable clothes and set about preparing a feast.
When Jennifer got home she was surprised to see me, already up to my ears in kitchen prep.
"I got finished early today" I explained, "and I kind of skipped lunch..." I hoped my wince was only in my brain and not visible on my face. "...so I'm famished."
"That's great honey!" she replied brightly. "I got this bottle of wine from a client today; we can drink it with dinner." It was probably several hundred dollars worth of a very nice California Cabernet. Nice! "It's just us though. The kids are both on sleepovers tonight."
Damned teenagers, I thought. The social calendar they've got these days...If it was just the two of us, I was definitely going to have to come up with a way to broach the subject of my sexual escapades.
Jennifer went to change out of her work clothes and I resumed caramelizing onions and poaching pears. A little while later, I was startled to feel her hands sliding along my ribcage as she encircled me from behind.
"This is great honey." She said sincerely. I grew a bit nervous as she caressed my chest, wondering if her wandering hands would reach as far as my groin -- as if that would somehow give me away. I turned around in her embrace. Jennifer was wearing a silky halter which highlighted her smooth shoulders and elegant neck, and crisp khaki Capri pants, which hugged her hips and accentuated her sensuous figure. She was classy and elegant and simple. I couldn't help but compare her to Aliyah in my mind. Quite a contrast, but still a very nice package, I thought.
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After a frenzy of eating and nearly all of the wine, we sat at the table, momentarily sated. Neither of us wanted to clear the table or the considerable mess I had made in the kitchen, so we took our wine glasses and moved to the couch with the view of the summer sun disappearing over the nearby hills. There we sat silently, contemplating the blushing sky and deepening shadows.
Jennifer was the first to speak. "Honey?" she said shyly, with her eyes averted. "You know I said I've been doing a lot of thinking about our conversation the other day? About trying to be more open and communicating in our relationship and trying to achieve our fantasies?"
I nodded. "Yeah...?"
"Would it be alright if I told you one of mine?" She was blushing now, although she had bowed her head so that most of her face was enshrouded behind her cascading hair.
"Of course sweetheart" I said encouragingly. "That would be more than okay. That would be great." But my stomach did a flip as I remembered her words that morning after she had tossed me off and I had offered to return the favor. "Maybe later" she had said. And now, I realized, she was feeling amorous. This was a whole new set of problems.
"Well, it's pretty far out there. You have to promise not to be mad."
Of course I couldn't promise not to be mad, just not to express it if I was. "I won't be mad, honey," I assured her.
"It kind of involves a real person too..." she said shyly. "Maybe I should start with something easier – you know, make up a story or something."
"You underestimate me sweetheart," I said smoothly, confident that Jennifer would never have any fantasies that would upset my sensibilities. I guessed she would probably go for dress-up role play, or maybe mild bondage.
"Now, please begin."
I was genuinely interested, plus I wanted to encourage her effort at communicating and on top of everything else, I sensed that maybe this would provide an opening to discuss my own efforts to 'achieve my fantasies.'
"Okay." She said slowly, drawing a deep breath. "Here goes. You know the Regency Club, right?"
I nodded. It was a fancy private club for LA's wealthy elite, many of whom were Jennifer's clients, leading to numerous business meals there for her. I had been to a few with her myself.
"There's a parking attendant there that I, um, think is kind of hot. He's tall, dark, muscular. He always has compliments for me. Very polite – but clearly interested."
My wife's fantasy was José the valet? Not what I expected, but okay, I guess.
"I was wearing a slit skirt today," Jennifer continued, "and I may have given him a bit of thigh as I got out of the car. He said that I was 'looking very nice today' and our eyes met as he helped me out. As I was sitting in my meeting I began to dream about what would have happened if I had just hopped back into the car with him and driven off to a secluded corner of the garage."
"What would you have done, sweetheart?" I encouraged, gently.
"Oh I wouldn't have
done
anything!" she replied hastily, "But I can imagine doing something – in my fantasies.
"Tell me your fantasy. I really want to know what it is. And don't leave anything out!"
Jennifer chuckled softly but didn't hesitate. "In my fantasy, I go back to the valet and find Roger there."
"Roger?" I inquired. I was going to make a joke about getting 'rogered,' but I thought better of it.
"That's what his nametag says," she said with a furious blush. "Anyway, I tell him that I left something in the car and he offers to show me where it is parked and leads me down to the lower level, where I have never been before. It's dark down there. And quiet. I open the door and lean in, pretending to look around, while I let him get a good look at my butt in my tight skirt.
"Since I can't find it, I get in the back seat and start to look there. 'Can I help you look?' he asks, and of course I say yes, so he goes to the other side of the car and starts to look on the seat there. Neither of us has any idea what we're searching for, but we're looking just the same. There is something on the floor on his side and we both reach for it at the same time. Our hands touch and I look into his eyes. The next thing I know, we are kissing feverishly. His hands are all over me, driving me crazy. I can't control myself as he takes my clothes off and we have sex right there in the back seat."
"Hold on there!" I interrupt. "Slow down. You're going way too fast. I want to hear the details. Where does he touch you? Where do you touch him? What are you thinking about? What's his cock like?"
Jennifer looked momentarily flustered at the coarse language.
"But that's not really the point," she stammered.
"I want to understand your fantasies – I've got to know the details." I replied.
"Oh alright," she sighed, "he is pretty gorgeous. Young – twenties, I'd say. Longish dark hair, olive skin. Could be Latino, Italian - Spanish maybe. When he kisses me, his tongue is instantly in my mouth. He is holding me tightly – not that I'm trying to get away – and I can feel the muscles in his arm. We are each leaning in opposite sides of the car and that puts us in an awkward position, so he pulls me roughly across the seat and onto his lap, without letting go of his lip lock.
