One day after my husband John got home and we had our usual dinner and small talk he mentioned that while driving home and listening to a radio show he heard them talking about a book that woman are crazy about.
He said the title was fifty shades or something like that. I laughed and told him the it was "50 Shades Of Gray," and I have read it and that it was a very interesting and intense book but a bit out there for me.
After explaining the plot to him and telling him that mainly the book is about a dominant male and a submissive female I also admitted to him that I found it very erotic and arousing.
That conversation started us talking about sex fantasies.
John asked me what mine is and I told him that in order for me to say mine he must say what his is. He would not; so this went on for some time. We eventually came to a compromise; as usual we are good like that.
We came up with a way to share our fantasies without anybody going first; we both would write them down. We would each write down three of our favorite sex fantasies and when ready we would exchange them.
It did not have to be that day.
A couple of days went by and on Friday night John came up to me holding an envelope saying, "Hey remember our fantasy conversation? I have mine done how is yours? "
I looked at him smiling and said,
"Mine was done the next morning. I just wanted to give you a couple of days".
I got my purse where I removed an envelope and walking up to John I put one hand on his crotch and I slipped the envelope under his shirt, leaned in and whispered,
"I am so excited we should have done this a long time ago."
He gave me his envelope and we both sat down at the kitchen table across from each other and started reading.
In my first fantasy I was a hooker and John was my client.
I spelled it out in detail; we would meet up in a hotel bar where I would approach him with a proposition of a Blow Job for 20 bucks. Then without a thought he gives me the money and follows it up with a sex comment like.
"You look like you will be worth every penny".
Then I lead him to the Ladies room where I lock the door, drop down to my knees and give him the best cock sucking blow job that I could.
In my second fantasy I am a sex slave at an auction. I didn't have a lot of details yet but it stated that he was the auctioneer and that after I was sold he was the one who had to hand deliver me to the person or people who bought me.
The third sex fantasy was just that, a real fantasy. I am the queen and I live on the island of dominant woman and all the males are slaves. One day some of my servants find this man on the beach; he is not one of ours and he does not know our ways but he is handsome, tall, and full of muscles. As the Queen I decide to take him for myself. After I tame him and he submits I get to share him with all the girls on the island. I point out at the very end that John is the newcomer.
I started reading his letter and I could not believe my eyes.
John's first fantasy was almost the same as mine. I was a hooker working for an escort service
We are to meet up at a motel He invites me in and offers me money for a blow job. I accept the money telling him that since he just purchased two hours of my time I am ready to do whatever he desires, pointing out that I have no limits and that his every wish is my command.
His second fantasy involved two girls; how typical of a guy, like I did not see that one coming. Same deal, escort service, me and my friend Jessica, he pays us money and we have a threesome, not really detailed either.
Then I read the third one; it said that he wanted to be my sex slave for a weekend. That he would come home Friday after work and present me with a sex slave contract.
The contract basically said I own him and can do what I want with him, however I want it and if he is not a good boy I may punish him in any way I wanted. I must say that this one got a big smile out of me. But I must also say that I was impressed with all of his fantasies.
We smiled as we look at each other from across the table but I spoke up first.
"Well since my first fantasy is so close to your first what do you say we combine them? "
He looked at me and said,
"You mean we are actually going to make it happen for real? Wow! "
I looked up with a smile on my face and said,
"Why not since we both want the same thing."
I told him that I would take care of all the arrangements and let him know the details when I was ready.
A couple of weeks later I was finally prepared..My hooker outfit was a very short black dress that showed a lot of cleavage, knee high leather boots with a 5 inch heel.
The last thing I wanted was to run into somebody I know so the hotel was about a two hour drive. I went to this same hotel once on a company outing and I knew that the ladies room had a door that locked.
As I closed my eyes I imagined taking his hand and leading him to the bathroom locking the door and giving him our sex fantasy blow job.
Friday came and everything was ready. I got out of work early, tried on the dress, I remember looking at myself in the mirror thinking "I am a total whore "
When John came home he found an envelope on the coffee table with my instructions and directions to the hotel and even a key card to the room. Instructions were clear; get in your car, drive to the hotel, go the bar order a drink and wait for me. On the back of the card in red ink I wrote.
"Our sex fantasy is about to come true"
I arrived at the hotel, parked my car and checked into the room where I put on way too much make up and my slutty dress.
Looking at myself in the elevator's mirrored walls I thought what the hell... I reached under my dress and took off my thong, wondering if security is watching. As the elevator door opened I stuffed the thong into my purse walked out into the lobby in my almost see thru dress and no panties and headed straight for the bar. As I walked in a couple sitting at the table gave me a look and I heard the girl say to the guy;
"Hello I am right here, you pervert. "
