I had fantasised about watching my wife Tricia making love to another man, practically since we met. Over the years, the fantasy had become a regular part of our love life. I would ask her to describe an erotic encounter she’d had recently, so she’d make up a story that would make me come pretty violently - within a few minutes.
She seemed pretty turned on by these stories too, but she normally told them at the end of a long love making session and was by then, very satisfied herself anyway.
As an example of the kind of experience she’d make up (I assume she made them up!) one of our favourites was when she went to the hairdresser. He took her to a private room and started on a facial, which required her to close her eyes under the mask treatment.
She’s lost in thought when she feels a hand slowly massaging her bare legs, rising gradually higher and higher towards her short skirt resting at the top of her thighs. The unreality of the situation causes a dreamlike quality and she doesn’t really feel the need to resist. She’s relaxed, languid and enjoying the sensation of the hand as it gently – very gently – strokes and probes, strokes and probes.
The hand works itself up to her white and lacy panties, that are by this time showing a tell tale dark, moist slit along the middle as she’s beginning to be very turned on by the hand and it stokes and probes. The hand gently parts the panties and begins to tease her by touching with little butterfly strokes all round her pussy. Never really touching, just teasing.