My husband had a fantasy. At least, that’s how this all got started. We’ve been married for nearly ten years and our sex life has managed to stall a little. Usually, it’s a weekly “slam-bam-thank-you-ma’m” event and then we roll over and go to sleep. That’s pretty much been the routine. Until recently.
It was after one of our routine ten-minute huff and puff events when Jeremy laid there staring up at the ceiling. I was getting ready to roll over and nod off when Jeremy asked me if I ever wanted more. I turned over, looking at him and asked, “More?” I wasn’t sure what he was getting at. Still laying on his back, Jeremy told me he’d been having a fantasy lately, a very naughty little fantasy and it was driving him crazy. I laid there, listening to my husband tell me about his fantasy in all the lewd, lurid detail that he could. After about twenty minutes, I was all steamed up. I couldn’t remember feeling this aroused and excited in a long time. By the time Jeremy had finished telling me his story, I was riding his cock up and down, urging him to tell me more. Sex twice in one night. Unheard of.
The next day, I couldn’t get Jeremy’s fantasy our of my head. I kept hearing him tell if over and over again, feeling my juices start to flow over and over again. When I finally couldn’t take it anymore, I decided to do something about it. Sitting at the dining room table one afternoon while Jeremy was at work, I started to make a list. Everything I was going to need to make what had started as Jeremy’s fantasy into reality. I figured I could bring it all into being within a week.
For the next five days, I planned, I shopped and I found myself getting more and more worked up. Each afternoon, I found myself laying naked on our bed. Closing my eyes, I’d see Jeremy’s fantasy in my head and I’d feel the wetness building between my legs. As I envisioned each detail, my fingers would slide over my wet pussy lips, rubbing gently, slipping inside me. My clit would get so hard it would hurt. Moaning, I’d flick my fingernail across it, torturing myself endlessly. Before long, I’d be writhing on the bed, one hand driving deeper and deeper into my pussy, while my other hand clutched frantically at the bed post. As my fingers slipped rapidly in and out of my nether lips, my body pulsing, my breathing turning into hard pants, I’d reach my orgasm see Jeremy’s fantasy in my head.
Finally, after six long days, I was ready to put fantasy into reality. I called Jeremy at the office and told him to meet me for dinner at a new restaurant across town. I told him I’d be wearing a short red dress. As I readied myself, I felt my body responding to the fantasy again. I barely resisted the urge to lay back on the bed and satisfy myself. But I wanted all my hunger to be for Jeremy. Pulling on my black stockings, I attached the tops to my garters. The black lace garter belt hung around me, molding me. Slipping my breasts into the matching strapless black bra, I looked myself over in the mirror. My breasts were pushed up, my nipples nearly popping over the top. Rubbing a dab of Jeremy’s favorite perfume on my fingers, I touched it to my neck, my breasts and the inside my thighs. Taking a pot of body paint, I carefully drew a small red heart just above, and to the right of my pussy lips. Grabbing my red dress, I drew it over my head and slid it down to fit my pampered body. The finally piece, I tucked my black hair into a long blonde wig and painted my lips red. I was ready.
As I drove to my next stop, I was excited. As I pulled up in front of a large condo, I couldn’t wait to see Veronica. We’d known each other for about a year, having met at some women’s community group. When I’d mentioned Jeremy’s fantasy to her, she’d immediately responded to it. Without hesitation, Veronica became my partner in crime. As I watched her walk towards the car, I felt my pulse race. Dressed in a tight black dress, Veronica was the essence of sex. The slit on her dress ended at the top of her hip. Her breasts were pushed up and together, being held tight by a lace-up front on her dress. I felt my mouth water. I’d never seen a women so sexy and want her. Never, until now.
I drove to the restaurant and we walked in casually, neither of us displaying the nervousness or arousal we were feeling. I had made the reservation for a private room and had left a message for the waiter that Jeremy would be looking for a woman in a red dress. As Veronica and I were left alone in our private room, I sipped the wine and waited. Veronica was eyeing me like a cat and I felt sexy and seductive. The fantasy was close to reality.
After nearly fifteen minutes, I knew Jeremy would be here soon. I made the first move. Taking a sip of wine, I walked over to Veronica. She was panting as hard as I was. Lifting my hand to her cheek, I slowly caressed my fingers over her mouth. Her tongue came out and she licked my finger. I nearly moaned then and there. I stepped forward and we were standing against one another. I leaned in gently and just as our lips met in our first kiss, the door opened behind us. I saw Jeremy and kissed Veronica deeper. I broke away slowly, turning towards him, my hand sliding down to Veronica’s waist.
“I’m sorry. I was looking for my wife.” Jeremy was stuttering, his eyes dropping over me and then Veronica.
