After nearly a year of my husband talking, reading and dreaming about a particular fantasy, I decided to give him what he wanted. He's a very persistent man and I even found myself rather turned on by the prospect of his fantasy becoming a reality. We knew exactly whom we would have to participate. He is a very close and dear friend of ours who has even agreed to "help us out".
I waited until the next time my husband brought up the scenario and instead of playing along in a non-committal way, I smiled alluringly at him and said, "fine, honey.... call Sam and have him come on over". My husband's eyes just about popped out of his head and he hurried to the phone to call our friend before I had the chance to change my mind! I had to laugh inside at the way he was acting. I knew that the moment I agreed, he had a huge hard-on. I love knowing when I drive him mad!
I dressed in a new pair of underwear bought for just this occasion and a summery dress, which swayed, as I walked. It was cut perfect. It swooped down my chest, showing enough cleavage to make even the most modest man look twice and was short enough to show over half of my tan thighs. Buttons made their way down from the neckline to the hem, and I unfastened 5 of them so as to allow the slightest hint of underwear to be seen. My husband's eyes grew lustful as he watched me get dressed for my male caller. I knew he couldn't stop thinking about what was about to unfold in this very bedroom in a matter of minutes.
When the doorbell rang, I let Sam in and led him to the bar for a drink. I knew he was anxious and thrilled that I had decided to take him up on his countless offers to come over and have a quick fuck for the fun of it. He and I drank in near silence, allowing our bodies and eyes to do all the communicating that was needed. When we finished our drinks, I led him to the bedroom, knowing his eyes were devouring me as they watched me walk down the hall.
We stood in front of the bed with streams of sunlight piercing their way through the curtains near the pillows. I smiled at him and he stepped closer, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me to him. I could feel his warm breath on my forehead, causing me to look up into his eyes. He smiled down at me as he pressed my hips into his. I could feel his hard-on through our clothing, and I could feel myself begin to get wet.
My husband was in the adjoining room undoubtedly positioned in such a way as to be able to hear most of what was going on with us. Sam knew that my husband was home and he knew of his fantasy, which was just fine with him. As long as he got to reap the rewards of being a part of this, he couldn't care less!
Sam moved his lips to mine and kissed me long and deep, searching and exploring my willing and eager mouth. Our tongues danced around and with each other until our breaths matched in rapid measure. I could feel my heart beat faster in my chest as he guided me over to the bed.
Some time during this, our clothes found their way to the floor, except for my silk bra and thong underwear and Sam's very sexy briefs. He stood for a moment and gazed at my body, appreciating my firm, round breasts, nearly perfect tummy and shapely legs. He reached forward and cupped my breasts, lowering his face to their softness. With expertise and gentleness, he removed my bra, allowing it to join the rest of the clothing on the floor. I don't know how long he spent kissing, nibbling, sucking and caressing my breasts, as time seemed to stand still in the room lit by early summer sunlight. My back arched and small throaty moans would occasionally make their way into the lustful air, adding fuel to the fire, which was on its way to being out of control.
I remember being laid down on the bed, my head resting on satin shams. Sam's hands and fingers were rubbing my pubic area through my panties, forcing me to moan louder and twitch as he rubbed my ever-swelling clit. It was obvious that he had played this day over in his mind more than once.
As he rubbed my clit into near climax, his mouth never left my breasts and neck. I was so close to being desperate for more, I almost demanded outright that he go down on me. He must have read my mind, because at just the end of my ability to hold on, he moved his face to where his hand had just been. Now, with his fingers slipping inside my panties, searching out the wettest area, I could feel his mouth blow hot air through the material onto my pubic area just above my clit. I thought I was going to be set afire right then and there! His fingers slipped into me, reaching upward, as if to motion for me cum to him. His fingers teasingly played with my G-spot while he nibbled and mouthed me through my thong. It was the most intensely erotic experience I had experienced in a very long time.
By now I was moaning so loudly that a fleeting vision entered my mind. It was of my husband, in the adjoining room, listening to my groans and moans of pleasure, with his dick hard as a rock, and his imagination taking over every aspect of his existence. He had promised not to jerk off so that he'd be ready for me later. I remember being even more turned on by that.
Finally Sam lifted just enough to slide my soaked and sex-scented panties down, allowing them to join the rest of my wardrobe sprawled about on the blue carpet. He returned to his prior position and parted my legs to fit his desires. I could feel the cool air from the ceiling fan as it offered caresses of its own on my wet, curly hair and moist pussy lips. Sam lowered himself and with skilled fingers he parted my lips and forced my engorged clitoris out of its hiding. I could feel the blood racing to my entire pubic area, making it hotter and even more sensitive.
Fingers slid in and out of my pussy, reaching farther than I thought possible, just to be pulled back out and then plunged back in, creating an exquisite rhythm with the beats of my heart and the breath in my chest. Dancing madly to the rhythm was a tongue so talented, it alone took my breath away. He moved in such a way, I thought briefly that surely he must be a part of a wild dream. With every plunge, lick, suck, nibble, rub, push, and dart, I felt my body quiver, jolt and respond to him without my permission or my control. My body was his as he brought me to a shuddering, explosive, convulsive and nearly mind -blowing orgasm. I wrapped my fingers around his curls and dug my nails into his scalp, throwing my hips into his face only to jerk them back, pushing them into the cushion of the bed and then upward again. My groans had long since been replaced by animalistic screams of disbelieving ecstasy, which I would feel for days each time I spoke a word.
As my orgasm slowly subsided and my breathing reached a fairly normal rate, I could sense his eyes on me. He noticed my belly, moving with each breath, as did my breasts, still taut and rigid from the attention they received. My chest was flushed and splotchy with excitement. My face was red. My lips were pouting and nearly plum red from biting and sucking on them in the thrust of cumming. My cheeks were healthily pink with freckles tossed here and there for decoration. My eyes were bright and alive with a fire only great sex provides. My blonde hair was now auburn and soaked to my temples and forehead. Sam looked wickedly at me, with no words telling me he was not even close to being finished.
I felt a momentary mix of elation and panic as I realized that the look I'd never seen on his face meant that he wasn't ready to go home just yet. I could tell that he had treated me to the orgasm so that upon finishing, he could truly apply his attention and talents to his own orgasm and pleasure. My breath caught in my throat. I knew somewhere in the back of my mind, that my own incredible satisfaction was just cherry on the cake, and that having Sam come inside my stretched and swollen pussy was the main objective. Still, I knew that if this man, whom I'd known for so long was that good at giving me pleasure, he must be a phenomenal beast when it came to his own.