A few months ago, my wife, Kara mentioned she had read an article in a magazine concerning fantasies. She said she was a little surprised to read that men were more likely to withhold their fantasies from their partner than women were.
Kara asked, "Have you any fantasies that you are not telling me? Anything you are keeping to yourself because you might be embarrassed to reveal it to me? Something you might think is too weird?"
After a moments thought, I replied, "I am not sure this counts as a fantasy. But one thing I have thought about is going down on you after we have had sex. It is called 'eating a cream pie' and from what I can tell, it is a fairly common thought among men. From things I have read, there are two main things that hold most men back from fulfilling this wish. One is that they are afraid eating cum will make them appear gay, to both their mates and themselves. Strange how we think, the desire to do it is okay, but if we actually do it, it makes us gay."
Kara asked, "What is the other thing?"
"Well, it seems that once men come, they lose all desire to eat their cum. Right up to the moment of orgasm, it seems like a good idea and they are convinced they will do it. But once they cum, there are very few guys that are able to do it."
"Which reason is the one that keeps you from doing it?", Kara asked.
"Some of both, but more of the latter.", I said. "It is amazing how quickly an idea can go from good to bad."
Kara frowned and said, "I am a little confused by your thinking. Is eating a cream pie something you desire to do or not? You seem to want to do it but then again not. What is your true feeling?"
"You are right, it is confusing even to me.", I responded. "Deep down, I really do want to try it, but I know that I will never be able to bring myself to do it. So I guess it will just remain an unfulfilled fantasy."
She said, "So, if I understand you, it is something you would love to do, but you are unable to make yourself do it."
I said, "Exactly, if I could I would."
Kara said, "Too bad, sounds like something I might enjoy as well."
That seemed like the end of it. There was no more mention of cream pies.
A couple weeks later on a Friday, I got a call at work from Kara. After some small talk, she asked, "Feel like getting a little wild tonight?"
"Sure.", I said. "What have you got in mind?"
She laughed and said, "You will just have to wait and see. But I will tell you, it is my night."
Although I didn't know what she had planned, that comment was a clue. From time to time, usually in conjunction with a special event, we call a night 'my night'. Basically, meaning that the one that calls it is in control for that night. It always turns out to be a pretty good time for both.
When I got home, Kara was dressed up to go out. She was wearing a short black skirt and a low cut top that showed a lot of cleavage. Her makeup was perfect. Needless to say, she looked hot. "Go shower and get ready, we have reservations at George's for seven. I'll lay out your clothes for you."
After I showered, I returned to the bedroom. Kara had laid some clothes on the bed for me. I stopped short when I noticed that instead of a pair of boxers, she had placed a pair of panties on top of my jeans. The yellow panties were very sheer and felt silky in my hands. She wanted me to wear these? I was about to call out to her when I realized that she would not have put them out by mistake. She must indeed want me to wear them. With a shrug, I started to get dressed. I decided I would not mention the panties, I would let her bring them up.
Kara didn't say anything about them as we drove to the restaurant. We ordered our meal as we had some wine. As we ate our appetizer, Kara looked at me and asked, "So, how do they feel?"
With a grin, I replied, "Actually, they feel pretty nice. What made you decide to lay them out for me to wear?"
Smiling back, she said, "Well, I thought one of us should wear panties tonight. And since I am not, that only left you."
A little shocked, I said, "You're not wearing panties?"
"Nope.", she replied. "And just so you know, every time our cute waiter comes to the table, I reach down and finger my slit while he is standing there."
The thought of her sitting there in that short skirt and no panties, playing with herself was all I could think about through the rest of the meal. Every time Marc would come over, I knew Kara was rubbing her pussy. I wondered if any of the other patrons were able to see anything from where they sat. I looked around the room and didn't see anyone staring our way. I guess the tablecloth kept her concealed. I became more aware of the sensation of the panties rubbing against my cock. From time to time, Kara would reach over and run her hand over my crotch, keeping me semi hard. We finally finished dinner and left the restaurant. If any one had looked closely, I know they would have been able to see the bulge in my jeans.
Two blocks from the restaurant, Kara told me to pull into the parking lot of a grocery store. "Park there.", she instructed, pointing to a spot three cars back from the entrance. When I had parked, she turned to me in the seat and said," Take off all your clothes except the panties."
