Sue Gibbons and Carol Weston were sipping iced tea on Carol's patio. Carol was a shapely brunette, tall and athletic. At twenty seven, she looked even younger, passing for a college student when she went out. Sue was shorter and slightly bigger in build. They were talking about their husbands. Carol's husband, Jim was the football coach at the local college and was twelve years older than his wife. "I don't understand Jim sometimes," she said to her friend. "When we first got married sex was great just by itself. Now, he always seems to want to do more just to enjoy it."
"More?" said Sue, interested. "Like what?"
"Oh, I don't know. Different things. He's always talking about fantasies, all these different situations which would never happen in a million years. He really seems to get off on them, but I think they're just plain silly."
Sue shook her head. "Don't be so sure they're silly. Besides, I think most men are like that. They always have these little scenarios going on in their heads. Haven't you ever imagined another guy while you were with Jim? I know I have when I'm with Dave."
"Well, maybe once or twice, but not every single time."
"If you want my advice, you'll play along. You might even like it. David was the same way, always after me to make up little fantasies. Finally, about six months or so ago, I decided it wouldn't do any harm to indulge him a little and try it out for awhile. I tell you, it really changed things. If it helps the sex, then what's the problem?"
"Maybe you're right," Carol admitted. "What happened with you?"
Sue laughed and took a sip of her tea, looking a little self conscious. She said nervously, "I wouldn't tell this to anyone but you and you have to promise not to tell anyone else."
"I promise."
"Ok. About six months ago, like I said, Dave started talking about fantasies every time we made love. When I decided to go along with what he wanted, he made me talk like I was 'confessing' to him something that really happened to me. He had one in particular fantasy that we kept coming back to- me getting gang- banged by a bunch of guys. It really turned him on."
Carol shook her head and Sue continued.
"We did that for a bit and each time he wanted the stories to be more and more explicit. It took me a little while to get into it, but then I got into it too and he was like a wild man in bed. It got to be sort of cool to be able to turn him on like that with just a story."
"What did you say?" Carol asked.
"Oh, we had different ones. Dave's favorite was when there were workers around for some reason or other and they tied me up and took turns fucking me. That really got him cranked up." Sue looked embarrassed. "We even made some bonds and he would tie me up while I was telling the story. We had some wild times with that."
Carol said, "Why is it that men always have this fantasy about women being fucked by a bunch of guys? I bet if that happened in real life they'd go crazy and go out and shoot somebody or something. Besides, those sorts of things never happen in real life anyway."
Sue got a real funny look on her face and Carol said, "Don't tell me that you..."
Her friend shrugged her shoulders. "What can I say? Maybe talking about it made it ok or something. But last week something happened and Dave was far from angry."
"What happened?" Carol found herself getting interested. After all, this was not just a story, this was something that her best friend had actually done. It reminded her of the times they had told each other about their boyfriends back in high school.
"Remember I told you we were remodeling the bedroom? Last week the store called to tell us they would be delivering the furniture that day. Dave started joking right away that here was my chance to see if my fantasy could come true. I teased him about how I'd certainly have to tip them for their work and since we were short of cash, I'd have to come up with some other way to pay them off.
I could see Dave was getting more and more into it. He told me to wait a minute and he ran out of the room. He was gone about ten minutes. He came back with a big smile on his face. I knew something was up, but he wouldn't tell me what. I was wearing this little tiny robe with nothing on underneath it but a long T-shirt and I told him I had to get dressed before the delivery got there. He said there was plenty of time and pushed me back against the counter and started talking about how this was my big opportunity to do something wild. He began to kiss me and reached under the robe to rub my breasts. I started to get aroused and I thought it would be funny to send him off to work with a hard-on, so I told him I was going to do it.
He pulled my robe open and pushed my shirt up and started really working me over. It didn't take very long before I was really horny and I told him to take me right there in the kitchen. I was pretty hot.
Probably nothing would have happened if just then the doorbell hadn't rung. We put ourselves back together real fast and Dave slipped out the back door with a grin and told me to enjoy myself. I was still pretty horny and was thinking I'd get the guys out of there fast so I could get my vibrator out and get myself off."
Carol swallowed her tea and said, "Sounds like Dave was open to the fantasy after all. I never would have thought he'd carry it that far."
"You haven't heard the half of it," Sue said as she continued her tale. "I opened the door and there were guys from the store standing there. They were pretty young, probably college students or something . They weren't shy at all about giving me the once over. I mean, my robe barely came down to my thighs, so there was plenty to look at.
We had ordered a dresser and chest of drawers and a big, heavy table. I told them to follow me upstairs and they brought the stuff in. I could almost feel their eyes on my legs as we walked up the steps. One of the guys said, 'Ummm, ummm, ummm,' and sort of smacked his lips. I half-turned around and gave them a little smile.
When we got to the bedroom, I saw that Dave had tied rope to the four bedposts and made sure that it was laying out in plain sight. The guy who had said something picked up one of the ropes. Dave had already put loops in the end of each one.
The guy laughed and said, “What are these for?”
They were looking at me with little smiles on their faces, like it was all a big joke. I told them we must have forgotten to take them off the last time we used them.
The guy said, “Man, you ain't really into nothing like that. Besides, these ropes are way to short to fit you. I bet you've never done this kind of thing in your life.”
“Sure I have,” I told him.
