Fantasy to Reality: A True Story
I was raised in a conservative Christian home in rural Georgia. Like all teenagers, I enjoyed being with the opposite sex. Yet for some reason, I remained a virgin till marriage. I was fortunate to find a beautiful southern girl that, like me, was a virgin. As you may guess, our wedding night was "one helluva night". Kim is a beautiful lady, 5'-2" tall, 135 lbs, dark brown hair, average 36 B/C tits, and what I consider, an "ass to die for". Like I mentioned before, I was the only one to ever have fun with that body and fun it was.
Growing up I had purchased men's magazines and enjoyed the "erotic stories". I introduced my wife to this literature and it really heated our sex life. Almost immediately, these stories begin to create fantasies. The following is a true account of what happens when fantasies become reality.
One Sunday afternoon, as my wife and I prepared to leave a family reunion, my younger brother insisted he leave with us. I had in mind to spend the remainder of the afternoon with my wife, alone, naked, and having fun. Kim felt sorry for him and convinced me to allow him to tag along. Arriving home Kim and I changed into shorts and tees to relax. While we were changing, Tom found my current Penthouse magazine and was reading the Forum. Kim eased over and suggested quietly to me that we allow him to finish reading as we joined him. I saw that familiar wicked gleam in her eye.
We lay in the floor beside Tom, with Kim in the middle. As we read the forum letters, I noticed the familiar gentle rocking of Kim's hips. I slowly slid my hand along the floor, underneath her left tit, and gently began a massage. As I gently squeezed it, I slowly worked my way to squeezing only the nipple. She responded as always by gently sighing. I noticed Tom and Kim were totally engrossed in the reading material, so I slowly slipped my hand down her side and started slowly rubbing her ass. Instinctively she slowly spread her legs. I took the opportunity to lightly rub her pussy. As we read, I applied gently increasing pressure and slowly worked my way under the shorts. Kim's panties were already soaked. Feeling this and noticing the subtle movements of her hips, I proceeded to move the leg of her panty to the side. That was the limit. Kim turned to me and, shaking her head, asked me to stop. Later that night, as you can guess, passion was higher than ever. By the next morning, my "one orgasm" wife had experienced more than she usually had in a week.