I, Seth, and my wife Chloe have long played out fantasies in the bedroom. We both find this to be a healthy way to spice up our sex life after 20 years of marriage.
Chloe, who is 45, has an amazing ass; small, yet perky tits; and has the face of a model....she's a knockout.
In recent months, her fantasies have centered around fucking a hung stud and having him cum inside her "married pussy."
Several times, after we both come, I ask her about her fantasies. I recently asked her if she was fantasizing about a particular person, to which she said, "No just a nameless, faceless guy who is in shape and has a big cock."
The amateur psychologist in me has thought a lot about her big dick fetish. I've long suspected that one, if not more of my wife's sexual partners, before our relationship was quite a bit above average in the cock department. I, personally, fall into what I assume is around average in terms of dick size. My six incher seems to get the job done on most occasions; however, I know that my wife wishes I were a little more buff....but finding time to workout while holding down a demanding job is tough. I've analyzed Chloe enough to know that when she does delve into her fantasies during sex, she isn't thinking of me.
This revelation was a little ego bruising, but I have appreciated that she is trusting enough to share her desires with me and as long as she is sexually happy, then I'm happy.
A part of me has felt that Chloe may have had someone specific in mind when fantasizing, which has bugged me a little.
Why have I felt this way? She's human, just like me, and I would be lying if I said that I've never fantasized about a specific woman when fucking my wife.
About two weekends ago, Chloe's closest friend at work, Allison, invited us to watch her son play in a soccer tournament. I think Allison wanted someone to talk to during the games as she wasn't a huge soccer fan, but her kiddo loves to play. Allison recently divorced and has been trying her best to do it all as a single mom.
Chloe and I had no plans, so we went to the soccer tournament to show support - for perhaps a game, maybe two.
We found where Allison was sitting at the soccer park and sat next to her on the bleachers.
Chloe and Allison began chatting about work drama, so I was a bit of a third wheel. I sat back and enjoyed watching the soccer kids compete and run all over the field.
I suddenly heard Allison say, "Oh look, there's Brent from the office!"
Both Allison and Chloe immediately stood up and called Brent over. Apparently, he also had a son playing in the tournament.
As Brent greeted Allison and Chloe, I watched the body language of both women. They both stood close to Brent, who was probably 6'3" and chiseled. The head tilts, the hair flips, the smiles and girlish giggles that both women displayed were over the top.
It hit me like a ton of bricks. Brent was Chloe's office crush, and probably Allison's too. It was plainly obvious that both Allison and Chloe thought Brent was the bomb.
After a few minutes, Brent went on his way and the girls went back to talking shop.
