House Of Fantasy Harold And Linda

Harold Tripp loved his wife Linda dearly. They had been together for five years, from the time when she was 18 and he was 23 before being married and now they had been married for five years. For their five year anniversary he wanted to do something special for her... and also something special for him. He knew that she sometimes wondered about other men. Harold had not been her very first boyfriend, but he had been the one to take her virginity, and although he knew that she loved him, there was always part of her that wondered what it would be like to be with another man. In some ways she had missed out on a lot of dating experiences because they'd been together since she started college.

There had been many times, over the years, when he'd thought about giving her an experience with another man, but it was a venture that was fraught with so many complications. Using a trusted friend would mean a change in the relationship for all of them. Using a stranger seemed unnecessarily dangerous. He had just about given up on the idea when he heard about the House of Fantasy from his friend Elena. She didn't say much, only that it had given her everything she'd hoped for and more, and she claimed it was responsible for getting her and Lance back together. Elena and Harold had always been close but she hadn't been willing to give him many details - although considering the nature of the House of Fantasy he didn't blame her for being shy about that.

It had taken some careful thought as he examined all of his feelings... was he doing this for the right reasons? He sincerely loved his wife and wanted her to be as happy and fulfilled as possible. And quite honestly the idea did a few things for him too. Voyeurism had always turned him on.

Eventually he had written an email to the Dragon Lady, as Elena had dubbed her, with the fantasy and the qualifications. Elena had warned him to be quite specific in detailing exactly what he wanted. When he received a reply, a few days later, informing him that the House of Fantasy would be happy to accommodate him and Linda for their anniversary, he felt a flutter of excitement and anxiety. The danger, the risk that this could all back fire on him was heavy on his mind, but somehow it also added to the excitement.

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Linda was so excited for her and her Harry's five year anniversary. She could tell that he had something special planned, he'd been acting so secretive... even stranger was when he insisted on helping her pick out an outfit for the night. Normally he hated going shopping. Even more surprising was the dress that they eventually ended up picking out. It was much more revealing than the clothes she normally wore. At 28 she was starting to feel a little run down, it was harder and harder to maintain her weight and to feel good about her looks. The big 3-0 was looming and it was rather scary. Sometimes she felt like her life hadn't been very exciting, and here she was, almost 30 and while she had a loving husband whom she cherished, there were always the times when she felt a bit stuck in a rut and wondered about what might have been.

It didn't bother her, most of the time, that she had not been the first woman for her husband. Or that he had been the first and only man for her. But sometimes when her still-single girlfriends got to talking about their sexual escapades... there was always a little twinge of jealousy, although never any regret. Harry was the man for her and she would never regret that, or wish that things had happened differently... but there was no harm in a fantasy, right?

Standing and looking at herself in the killer dress, the flaming red sheathe hugging her curves tightly and showing off a generous expanse of bosom, Linda thought that she hadn't looked so good in years. Being so dressed up and sexy gave her belly a tingling flutter of excitement, almost like she was going on a date with someone new instead of her husband. It was wonderful to still be so in love with him, and she was excited for him to see the whole get-up. Although they'd picked out the dress together, today she'd pampered herself with a mani-pedi and put the same flaming red color on both her finger and toe-nails, and she'd gone and gotten a hair cut and blow dry so that her wavy brown hair was soft and perfect. No matter how hard she tried she could never quite duplicate the sexy waves of hair that her stylist could give her. On her feet were peep-toe gold fuck-me heels, showing off her slim ankles and the muscles in her legs.

The light that flared in her husband's eyes when she came down the stairs set her heart thumping. Ten years together total and five years of marriage and he still had this effect on her. He was looking good in a grey pin stripe suit with a dark red tie, complementing her without being matchy-matchy. The suit fit him perfectly and she felt her insides twist a little.

"You look beautiful honey," he said, presenting her with red roses, his eyes drinking in the deliciously sexy sight of her. She looked classy and sexy, irresistible and yet so far above him.

"You're looking pretty hot yourself," she said. Then she kissed him. To her surprise he pulled back a bit.

"Careful of your lipstick," he said teasingly. "I'm not sure the restaurant will let me in if my lips are bright red too."

Linda laughed. "It's special lipstick, I got it today. Check yourself in the mirror, there's none on you at all."

She felt inordinately proud of herself as he glanced at the hallway mirror. The lipstick had been an impulse buy, but more than worth it. With all this red she would have felt weird without red lips. They were pouty and soft looking, and it wouldn't smear for anything. She also wouldn't be able to take it off without Vaseline or chapstick, but that was okay. Having to work hard to get it off was better than having it end up on everything!

Seeing that his face was clear, Harold kissed Linda passionately. She tasted delicious, minty and cool, and her hot body was pressed up against him... part of him wanted to just stay here and take her now. Right here on the floor of their home... but he hadn't put all this planning into tonight (not to mention the money) to let it go to waste.

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After dinner at one of the best restaurants in town, Harold blindfolded his wife and told her that the next stop on their trip was a surprise. As he drove he couldn't help but play with her sexy body, enjoying the fact that she couldn't see or anticipate where his hand would go. He stroked her thighs, the tops of her breasts, let her suck on his finger, pinched her nipples through fabric of the dress, and even fingered her for a few minutes after they parked in front of an innocent looking building that was the address he'd been given. When Linda's breathing started to change he pulled his fingers from her reluctantly and had her suck the juices off of them... as much as he wanted to pleasure his wife, having her worked up without reaching completion was more important.

Linda sighed with reluctance as her husband helped her out of the car instead of finishing her off. The dinner had been so wonderfully romantic and Harold's obvious excitement was really rubbing off on her. Giggling like teenagers, he kept his strong arm around her waist as he guided her. She could tell when they entered a building, and then there was a lot of walking... finally a door closed behind them and he led he forward. From the way his body trembled she could tell that whatever was about to happen was what he had been anticipating all night.

Pulling his wife's back against him, Harold stood next to the bed, having her face the young man that the House of Fantasy had provided. Good-looking, muscular, in his early twenties, blonde (unlike Harold's dark hair) and brown eyed (Harold had blue), and wearing nothing but some clinging drawstring flannel pants, Harold thought he looked perfect. Angling his wife so that the young man would be the first thing she saw, Harold put one arm around her waist to hold her in place and began to undo the blindfold.

"Linda, my love," he whipped off the blindfold, "I'd like you to meet your anniversary present."

He felt her gasp and tremble against him. Linda was incredibly confused. They were in a gorgeously decorated, expensive looking room - which she had expected, although it was much more boudoir feeling than she'd have expected from a hotel - and there was a half naked and extremely attractive young man standing in front of her.

"Hi Linda," he said, smiling at her with a sexy looking smolder in his eyes. "I'm Chris."

As he stepped forward, toward her, she pressed back against her husband who stood hard and firm behind her, keeping her from retreating.

"I don't understand," she said, feeling breathless and confused. And also still very aroused. She was in a room with not one, but TWO attractive men, after all, and Harold had gotten her all worked up in the car. Her pussy was very wet and needy, and the way the young man was looking at her and her husband was pressing up behind her was not helping her body to calm down.

Chris stopped in front of her, only inches away, and she could see that he had an erection as he looked at her. As Harry started whispering in her ear, Chris reached out and put his hand on her shoulder, letting his fingers slide down to her exposed cleavage, giving her goose bumps as he touched the swells of her breasts.

"I know I was the first and only man for you," her husband whispered, watching over her shoulder as Chris touched her. "And I loved that. But I feel like sometimes you wish you had had other experiences, especially when you're talking to your girlfriends. I want you to have that. I want to be the one to give it to you, in fact. We're in a special business that accommodates fantasies, and tonight, my fantasy is to watch you have sex with another man. I hope it will be fulfilling one of your fantasies too."

"Oh Harry," she let out all of her breathe. "I love you so much for thinking of that, but I made my vows. I don't have any regrets. I don't want you to do anything that you'll regret just because you're trying to make me happy." She had to stop this before it went too far, Chris was now running his finger along the neckline of her dress over and over again, his eyes on her blushing face, and she was feeling far too turned on and attracted to him for a married woman. In fact, he was everything she fantasized about when she did think about men other than her husband. It made her feel even more guilty and ashamed that her husband knew her so well, loved her so much that he was trying to give this to her.

"I want this too," he said gently. The words sent a shudder up her spine, and then he suddenly shoved her forward and into Chris' arms. Linda moaned, only half in protest, as Chris wrapped his arms around her, her hands and body pressed up against his bare chest. As the young man leaned down and began kissing her neck, sending erotic tingles through her body, Linda watched her husband walk around them and around the bed to a chair on the opposite side of the room, facing the bed. He really was just going to sit there and watch while she had sex with another man. She couldn't tell if the thrill of emotion she felt was arousal or anxiety.

Then Chris' mouth came down on hers, and for a moment she kept her eyes open, looking at her husband... but Harry didn't look mad. Or jealous. He looked... interested. Eager. Turned on. Closing her eyes, she gave in to the young man's kiss. He was good... different from her husband, but still good. They tasted different. She preferred Harry, to be honest. Harry knew exactly how she liked to be kissed. Chris was almost too energetic with his tongue. Still, there was something incredibly hot about being kissed by him while her husband watched. On their anniversary. She hardly even noticed as Chris unzipped the back of her dress, until he stepped back and let it drop from her body.

Immediately she covered herself with her hands, feeling very exposed with this stranger's eyes on her.

"Don't do that," he said, taking her hands in his and pulling them away from her. "You're beautiful."

She blushed and glanced at her husband. Harry's gaze always made her feel beautiful. Hearing it from Chris and seeing the look in her husband's eyes confirm it made her feel a little better, but still shy. Chris unclasped her bra and pulled it from her; she had to stifle the urge to cover herself again.

"I don't know if I can do this," she said nervously, glancing at her husband again. "I'm so scared."

Harold shook his head and smiled encouragingly. "You have no idea how hot this is baby. I love you so much."

His reassuring words made her feel better as Chris led her over to the bed, helping her onto it and laying her back. Then he was on top of her, leaving her clothed in her thong for the moment as they began kissing again. Hearing some soft sounds to the right, where her husband was, Linda peeked and saw that he was taking off his own clothes as he watched his wife making out with Chris. The young man's hands were starting to get to her, caressing her stomach, her outer thighs, her breasts. When he stopped kissing her and began to suck on her sensitive nipples she couldn't help her body's reaction; her hips humped upwards, questing for a cock to fill her needy pussy.

Linda turned her head, watching Harry watch them. He was fisting his dick, slowly, drawing out the self-pleasure as he watched another man touching and suckling on his wife's gorgeous breasts. She moaned. There was something incredibly hot about having her husband watching this. And she couldn't deny that part of her was very excited by the idea of sleeping with someone other than her husband, of having more experience than just one man. This was a story that her single friends would never be able to top. If she ever had the courage to even tell them about it.

The young man worked his way down her stomach, his hands still squeezing her breasts. It felt fantastic. Wrong. Wonderful. Immoral. Heavenly as he rolled her nipples between his fingers, pinching hard enough to make her squirm a little. Harry was never quite that rough with her, he was always so tender... but the sharp bite in her nipples somehow increased the aching need at her core. Her body writhed a little as Chris' tongue made patterns on her mound... which Harry had insisted that she get waxed a few days ago. Maybe so that he would have an even better view of another man doing things to her pussy. She moaned again, her hips humping up and down, wanting Chris' mouth on it.

Despite the excitement he'd been feeling, Harry was still honestly surprised at how turned on he was watching his wife being fondled by another man. He'd expected some jealousy, but she was so obviously trying to make sure that he was really okay with everything that was happening that he couldn't question her devotion at all. It was pretty hot to watch as her body's responses started overwhelming her, to see her responding to his reassurances with reluctant passion as Chris kissed and touched her. Seeing the way she reacted to his rough pinching of her nipples had been a surprise and had turned him on even more. Linda had undulated, her body rolling underneath Chris when he'd pinched those sweet rosy buds, much more tightly than Harold usually dared, because he didn't want to hurt her. It had never occurred to him that Linda might like it. Definitely something to keep in mind for later.

Chris hooked his arms under Linda's legs so that he could reach around her thighs and back up to her breasts and nipples as his mouth delved into her pussy.

"Oh God!" she said, the rasp of his tongue across her clit making her body jump. Again he pinched her nipples, twisting them this time, and the jet of sharp pain sent a rush of heat through her body as her pussy responded, her hips moving up and down as he licked and sucked at her folds. Her nipples were so sensitive that she would have never thought they'd be able to handle to rough treatment... but she liked it.

Turning her head again, she met her husband's eyes and locked gazes with him. Her eyes were slightly glazed with pleasure as the young man between her legs nibbled at her core, her legs draped over his shoulders. Then Chris' hands came down and pushed at her thighs, lifting her hips slightly off of the bed. Linda cried out, her hands grabbing at the sheets beneath her, her expression shocked as her body writhed. Harold suddenly realized that Chris was licking his wife's anus, and his cock jerked in his hands at the thought. He'd never done that before... although he'd occasionally played with the rim of her ass with his finger while he was eating her out, Linda had seemed uncomfortable with it. Then again, he hadn't tried in years. Chris' surprise oral assault on her virgin hole sent Linda into a haze of burning need, her body twitching as she tried to find purchase.

"Oh please... oh please... oh please..." she said over and over again, not even sure what she was asking for. The tongue pressing against her most forbidden area was teasing a bundle of nerves that she'd barely felt. Harold had touched her there a couple times, early in their love making and explorations of each other's bodies, but she had been too scared to let him do anything else. Chris' tongue was eliciting sensations she hadn't known were possible and igniting a whole new set of fantasies that she'd never had before.

Then Chris let her body fall and he was sliding off his pants... this was the time to stop him, to say no... but she turned to look at her husband and saw his excitement, felt the corresponding desire in her own body. As Chris rubbed his dick up and down her sopping slit, she shivered and moaned, looking deep in her husband's eyes as another man's penis touched her sweet folds for the first time in her life. Harold stood and walked over to them, masturbating as he looked down at the juncture of his wife's legs just as Chris began to push into her body.

Because her husband was now standing above her, Linda was now looking up and she could see Harold's face as well as Chris' as her vagina was penetrated by the second dick to ever touch it. It didn't feel very different from Harold's... but it felt good. Fantastic. Wonderfully stretching her as Chris pushed inside, and she cried out with pleasure. Seeing her husband standing over her and masturbating as she was filled with another man's dick was its own kind of turn-on.

Now that Chris was fully inside of his wife and beginning to thrust, Harold moved back to his seat so that he could watch the full view. Seeing another man's dick penetrate Linda's beautiful pussy, stretching those delicate lips wide as it slid into her, had been incredibly hot. He'd been a bit envious, because he knew how amazing her pussy was, but not at all jealous. His wife was gorgeous, the young man fucking her wasn't unattractive... it was better than any porn he'd ever seen. He kept masturbating, keeping his blood at a slow boil but not planning on coming to completion anytime soon.

Linda moaned and humped back as Chris began getting down to the business of sexing her up. It was so strange to look up and see someone who wasn't her husband, to know that he was inside of her, and it was turning her on incredibly, especially because she knew her husband was watching. That he wanted this. That he'd set it up for her. Her nipples tingled with the rough treatment Chris had given her, her sensitive ass still buzzed with the phantom sensation of his tongue on it, and her full pussy was happily gripping the cock that was plowing into it over and over again.

Pleasure mounted inside of her, his cock rubbing the insides of her walls, his own groans as he ground against her body were turning her on.