Barb's Fantasy 3: Less is More
Note to Readers
: This is the third and final chapter in "Barb's Fantasy." The prior two will help you enjoy this but are not required. Matt and his wife, Barb, were enjoying the long-anticipated time together as their son left for college when Matt accidentally discovered his wife's fantasy and helped her live it. That opened the door to another and another as they rediscovered each other.
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Since last year, our son Mike and his fiancée, Betty, have been inseparable. It was almost as if we had a daughter-in-law already.
His boyhood friend, Jax, took Betty's sister, Veronica, to Amsterdam to meet his parents. He can't stop talking about her, and she is an amazing young woman.
Jax transferred to Veronica's university and made the swim team there. Mike and Jax were graduating in a few months and then probably getting married soon after, and, well, the game of life would start in earnest for them. It was an exciting and bittersweet time for Barb and me.
Barb's sleep was no longer disturbed by erotic dreams or longing for her one-time sexual partner--the fantasy I helped her live. In fact, that topic never came up again, as if it never happened. That was fine with me, truth be told. We were enjoying the empty nest and re-energizing our love life.
Now, you are caught up. But the story wasn't over.
It was a typical evening. Barb and I had returned from the gym and a run. We dropped our clothes and jumped into the pool for a nude swim. It was one of the simple pleasures we enjoyed together.
Later, wrapped in our terrycloth bathrobes, we lounged on the couch and sipped excellent white wine, talking about our day. Today was exceptionally compelling because the gym was filled with young women. Evidently, a college volleyball tournament was in town, and our gym hosted the local team for a day or two before the competition. I knew this topic would come up because I knew Barb.
"What did you think of all those young beauties at the gym today?" she asked, teasingly.
I shrugged and replied, "Well, the lines to use the equipment were longer, I guess." As if a room full of young, sexy, and athletic women suddenly crowding out our gym would go nearly unnoticed by me. Barb rolled her eyes, and it was almost impossible not to notice them. In fact, it took a conscious effort to avert my eyes.
"You know, two of the girls there asked me if I knew you and if you were 'available.'" She informed me, almost in passing. My ears perked up, but I acted as if I didn't care.
I shrugged, "Oh? Who?" I asked, at last, refilling our glasses. Barb reached for hers, and her robe fell open slightly, exposing her a little, her breasts, her navel, and just below her bikini line. I knew it was a signal to me that she was feeling sexy because she made no move to cover up.
"The lanky redhead in the ponytail, her name was June, and later the tall black girl wearing a red bandana, Ida May--they were discreet but definitely checking you out." She grinned at me. Was she just putting me on? With Barb, it was hard to tell.
The redhead she mentioned was smoking hot, with large breasts for an athlete, in a tight-fitting sports bra, long legs, a little tomboyish, aggressive, but with a warm smile. Her face was freckled across her nose and cheeks, giving a fresh, youthful look.
The other girl was tall, sleek, and very dark-skinned, with bright eyes, delicate features, and a musical voice. At one point I had helped her restack a few weights, and she responded sweetly, "Thank you, baby..." in a way that made me melt.
"Oh, I didn't notice," I lied. I was not prone to imagination or creativity like Barb was. She knew I was surrounded by sexy young beauties, and did she think I didn't look? I braced myself for her to pretend to be jealous.
Barb raised an eyebrow skeptically and tugged at my robe, exposing my semi-hard dick, then began to run her fingers along its length, almost idly, as if she was unaware of the effect it would have on me. "Uh, Mm, Mmm, right... Didn't notice..." she scoffed, and I felt myself getting harder under her touch.
"I wonder what would have happened if I brought either of them or maybe both of them, home with me?" she pondered, in a disinterested voice that sounded like she was deciding if she wanted her eggs scrambled or in an omelet, not actually discussing setting her husband up with a younger woman or two for sex. My mind immediately pictured what one or both of them might look like naked, what it might be like to take them to bed. Maybe at the same time? I felt my dick jump a little, this time having nothing to do with Barb's touch.
It was a trap! Barb was trying to make me confess to what we both knew I'd thought about, but I was too crafty for her!
"Um, of course, you informed them that I was not only taken but completely happy with my wife AND fully convinced at how lucky I am," I said, holding Barb a little closer and slightly spreading my legs. Barb's fingers continued idly tracing over my dick, every once in a while exploring a line down to my balls, then up again along the shaft, feeling it swell and pulse to her touch. I kept my pubic hair trimmed these days, and my balls smooth--it made them very sensitive.
Barb shrugged, causing one of her breasts to peek out of her robe, exposing her erect nipple. "Perhaps. Or, perhaps I invited them to join us here after the game? The sultry June and exciting, exotic May, walking in at any moment, and on seeing us so naked and exposed on the couch, dropping their own clothes and joining us..." she said, absently. I felt my dick pulse again, and a clear droplet of pre-ejaculate formed at the tip. Barb smoothed it over the hard head of my dick--it felt marvelous.
"What would I do if two young, sexy, and enchanting women were to take my husband? Kissing him, their hands on his body, inviting him to explore theirs? Their young breasts, their clear, delicious skin? And eager lips?" she pondered as if to herself, but I felt her hand circle my shaft and start to tug my stiff dick gently. I started playing with her erect nipple, softly squeezing it, then massaging it, before letting my fingertips explore her entire breast. Barb inhaled sharply, then moaned softly with pleasure.
"Two fine, sexy young women, lusting after my husband? Maybe I'd sit back and watch as they took turns kissing you, biting your neck, and licking down your chest? You kiss one girl until she swoons and puts your hand on her breast, then you reluctantly turn and kiss the other girl as she takes your hand and rubs it along her inner thighs." Barb sighed as if describing an event she'd actually witnessed.
I was really enjoying this, her hand slowly stroking me, her story captivated me, and I leaned over and kissed her neck. "And then what?" I asked. Barb moaned with delight, pausing for a moment. She continued:
"June stretches a long, silky, sexy leg across your chest, putting her nearly hairless pussy right near your face. You reach out with your tongue, but she moves just beyond your reach. You can see her smooth pussy, so wet, so hot, and the scent is sweet and wild, so tantalizing, you can't wait to taste her. She moves closer, then as you reach for her again, she moves out of the way. Teasing you, tempting you, driving you wild. You try to get up, but she pins you down with her powerful legs."
"Mmmm, what's May doing?" I ask.
"May? She kisses her way down your chest, lingering at your nipple, biting and lightly chewing on it, before continuing down to your belly button. She then takes your dick into her hands and rubs it on her face." Barb told me, dreamily, still gently tugging at my dick, now wet with pre-cum.
"You can feel May's hard nipples along the inside of your thighs. I saw that she was slipping two fingers deep into her pussy, massaging her clit with her thumb. Her other hand is around the base of your dick, her tongue licking the wet, swollen head. Your dick throbs and gets even harder."
"Mmm, yes." I moan, enjoying the direction this story is taking.
