I originally posted this as Dpdlover.
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This was different than the fantasy at home; a lot different.
This is the fantasy that comes to life and spills out of lovers after arousal plateaued . After the gentle stroke of the clit or sliding of a finger between wet and swollen vaginal lips gets a deep moan in response. This is that wonderful place where penetration makes two lovers, one. This is the fantasy that Trisa loves to whisper in my ear when we make love.
After the rush of entry is over and our genitals are perfectly joined, before the necessity of the fast thrusting, this is the fantasy that is spoken of . Sweaty tummies covered in a warm sheen of sweat, me deep in Trisa's belly. my pelvis perfectly seated where Trisa is most sensitive. Each move sends an electric burst straight to her brain. The electrons behind her closed eyes form images of an unnamed lover thrusting deep in her needy womanhood, always from behind and always roughly.
"Oh god it's deep.....so deep, Oh God, Oh God...mmmmmmmm...mm, Oh, Oh, ...Please fuck me hard..." These are the images whispered in my ear between moans and grunts.
This same fantasy is usually my indication that the monthly frustration has ended. My office phone is filled with the sounds of Trisa and her pocket rocket vibrator releasing the stress caused by a week of no sex. The fantasy and orgasm relieve her. but the effect on me is just the opposite and almost painful as I long for the same release.
No this is much, much different, this is not the fantasy that spills from my lips as Trisa's lips glide up and down my shaft with delicious friction, oh so warm and comforting. The dream of a lover kissing her deeply while slipping his hand in her white panties, is greatly enhanced when her lips form a suction just below the crown of my cock. Her tongue swirling in rhythm to my description removes any doubt about the beauty of the moment.
I imagine that she looks radiant with her head back, eyes closed and her ass cupped in his hands.
Here and now her eyes are wide open and real.
"Are you OK... your hands are cold...," an ice cold beer mug was no excuse.
"Yes...uh...no...I'm not sure, just nervous I guess." "How about you"
" I'm nervous too, all of these women are beautiful, what if I don't get noticed."
"It's been a long time since I was competing on the open market," a crooked grin.
"I should be so lucky," I thought out loud.
"Now, now," I'm going home with you...and I Love You."
"Love you too...but I miss you already..."
"Don't make me cry" She said with a fake frown and pursed lips.
"It will only be for a little while and then it will be real when we get home...real ...she said again with wondrous eyes, not pretend like on Saturday mornings."
"This is for both of us, ...remember. " "Don't you want it to be real, make love to me slowly after I'm hot and ready, maybe even extra slippery and all yours."
"Mmmm ...I guess..., but it seems like a lot more fun when you are sucking me."
"Later, I promise."
When Amy arrived to freshen our drinks she took a second to whisper into Trisa 's ear before heading on to the next table.
"What..." I asked.
"She said that the powder room is in the hallway on the way to the dance floor."
I looked at my watch. 8:45 pm, the second hand was incessantly ticking faster and faster, winding closer and closer to the opening of the dance floor.
"What time is it...Mmmmm 8:47..."
"I think I will go freshen my makeup, " as her lovely butt slid off the tall stool."
I grabbed her by the waist when she got close enough and pulled her close to me. Her neck smelled of excitement and perfume, I couldn't let her go, but she twisted gracefully escaping my grasp.
" I miss you already I...", damn, this is hard.
"Don't be silly... I'll be right back..."
The eyes of the husband at the next table followed her perfect butt as she left the safety of the "Dug Out Bar". At that moment I discovered real jealously. .
Up until then jealously was an abstract concept that I played with, poked at, and imagined... Suddenly it hit me with a force I didn't know I had in me. Now it was real, so real I could taste it... I wanted to scream...make him stop looking at her ass that way. He was lusting after, her ass, my ass, our ass...who knows at this point, but the feelings were overwhelming, my desire to grab her and flee was almost too strong to ignore.
But I knew that he wasn't the real source of my jealousy. My real demon was an unseen guy that would try to do more than look at her. The real demon would try to consume her, have her, use her.
Was I the only husband having these feelings? How did the other husbands in this safe place deal with the reality that the love of their lives would soon venture out, away from the safety of a loving husband.
Tick...tick...tick...
I tried to watch game, the picture was great on the huge screens but the concept of the game invaded my thoughts. Wasn't the goal to determine winners and losers, one team occupies territory and wins the game. The ball is just a symbol , a mere marker to hold a place. There are rules and the rules are firm. That game had referees that enforced the rules evenly.
We were also playing a game, a much different game, but a game none the less. What about the rules here and what was the territory to be won? Could one team just give away territory and still win? Could all the players win, and for that matter, who was on each team?
I was startled when Amy put her hand on my shoulder from behind.
"Relax, shhhhhh...relax...they always come back." Her reassuring touch was nice...her smile a little mysterious.
Tick...tick...tick...
Trisa turned the corner and made her way back to the table, she looked like she was going to burst.
