Let's face it, everyone of us fantasises about sex - and I'm no exception. Whether you're making love to your wife's best friend, a complete stranger or one of those gorgeous porn-queens off the internet, it's a fact of life! Some 'lucky bastards' get to act out their flights of fancy, but in the normal course of events these daydreams tend to remain exactly that... daydreams!
Speaking personally I haven't been one of those 'lucky bastards', but my brain still conjures up scenarios with all manner of different female partners and who knows, one day I might get lucky! I do, however, constantly wonder if my wife is ever afflicted with fantasies concerning other men, or women if it comes to that! It's a fascinating and erotic conundrum that keeps me guessing... and horny.
There have been many times I've sought to encourage conversation with her on the subject of fantasising, but she reveals nothing. She tells me... why talk about it when we can do it. It's her usual reply and a decision I respect. But I'm still curious and left wondering what she's thinking of in the moments prior to her reaching an orgasm. But I fear the matter will be forever academic, unless some deep and meaningful situation happens to alter the status quo.
Putting all those notional thoughts aside for the moment, let me rewind the years and tell you about some about some of the pivotal happenings in our sex life; occasions that were instrumental to the plot of my story.
Jemma and I are both in our early forties. Married for twenty-years we enjoy life and have good income jobs. We own a nice house, do lots of overseas travelling. Add to this a most satisfactory sex-life, and you get two very happy people.
Over the years, Jemma has gone from being the pretty girl I married, to being a damned attractive mature woman, who constantly turns heads - much to my delight. Her body is a constant temptation and it's not often we end the day without indulging in some form of sexual activity.
One thing Jemma has no qualms about acknowledging is her predilection for reading erotic and downright dirty stories found online... mainly at literotica.com. In the earlier, somewhat sexually naive years of our marriage, before the advent of the internet, these stories were only to be found within the pages of various men's magazines, which I occasionally brought home. We read them together in bed, and in the case of extreme pornographic content, enjoy the photographs of couples fucking.
This mutual pursuit would arouse Jemma to such a degree that she would ask me to play with her pussy lips while she continued reading the erotic stories and looking at the pictures. But what she really meant, but couldn't bring herself to say, was that she wanted me to tease her clit and make her cum. I confess it was a journey of discovery during this period and I learned much about Jemma's pussy and clitoris, and her specific liking for climaxing in this manner.
Until this point in the marriage, Jemma had never experienced an orgasm through normal sex. But with my diligent clit teasing and finger insertion to simulate fucking, she would experience regular orgasms. I recall her initial climax took her by complete surprise and was so powerful she trapped my fingers in her pussy. And from that day forward my digits, together with the erotic magazine stories, had her cumming to order; and I made sure I brought home plenty of reading material.
Another dividend of looking at so many porno magazines was that Jemma took to sucking my cock, but sadly without the passion and dedication described and shown within the erotic magazines; she was always afraid I'd cum in her mouth. Facial drenching was also prohibited, but over her tits and any other part of her glorious body I was welcome to splash down with impunity.
Then, when porn films became readily available, mutual masturbation entered our sexual repertoire and Jemma's orgasms became even more powerful, which was fucking beautiful! On these special evenings, when we were viewing a porn video in bed, Jemma would dress in sexy lingerie and wrap my cock in a pair of her panties or a silky half-slip to masturbate me while I fingered her pussy and clit. The sleekness of the material that engulfed my cock was, and still is, a wonderful sensation that brings an added dimension to sex and watching porn.
It was noticeable during these special porn nights that Jemma would become aroused so quickly she was unable to control her climax and consequently cum early. And, as she was a one orgasm per night lady, I felt obliged not to prolong my own. There were, however, the occasional sessions when my excitement got too much to bear and I'd cum before she did! But I usually managed to control myself and wait Jemma to finish... then fuck her doggie-style while watching the film.
Another facet of our sexual enthusiasm at that time, and which subsequently became the norm when we made love, was the appeal of wearing women's lingerie! I suppose it was a knock on effect of having Jemma's panties around my dick when she was wanking me that opened up these particular floodgates; a unique and exciting experience which Jemma encouraged, I'm happy to say. But after establishing her lingerie was far too small for me, she bought a selection especially for me to wear. At first I was hesitant to put it on, after all I was a man, but all aversion was quickly overcome after the first taster session of feeling the silky kiss of a slip around my thighs and my sensitive foreskin brushing the soft, slinky material; it was heavenly. But when I tried on the stockings and suspenders and discovered they formed a natural accompaniment to my slip and panties, the thrill and pleasure intensified dramatically!
Naturally, this behaviour is a secret between Jemma and me, but I can't help wondering if I'm not alone in this penchant? Do any other readers, I wonder, share the love of wearing lingerie and fucking? Or is it a characteristic peculiar to my marriage?
Anyhow, back to the plot.
Over time it dawned on me that Jemma loved specific stories, the ones where a woman was serviced and fucked by two or more men. And, if there were appropriate pictures to illustrate the story, or it was part of the plot in the video we were watching, then it was party time. Sadly, down the years, Jemma's pleasure in watching porn has faded and vanished, but her love of climaxing whilst reading naughty stories hasn't, thanks to my fingers... and literotica.com.
Recently, while in bed and trawling the literotica site for a naughty read, Jemma came across a tale involving two young men who fancied their older, more mature female boss. This boss-lady character, who was forty-five years old and predisposed to accommodate them, seemed to resonate with Jemma because of the age similarity and the fact she also had two young men working in her office. I noted that she would read the story time and time again; making her so very juicy for me.
Then one night, after some particularly strenuous and enjoyable sex, I plucked up the courage to raise the subject of sexual fantasising and asked Jemma if she ever wondered what it would be like to follow them through. I asked knowing it was a taboo subject, as I mentioned earlier, but on this occasion my gentle persuasion paid dividends,especially after I admitted having many myself. But Jemma neither confessed to any personal fantasy or asked me further about mine, which was disappointing.
However, a stubborn streak hit me. I wasn't going to admit defeat. What if, I said, we each wrote down our fantasies and seal them in identical envelopes. Then, we could then pick one at random and read it out loud with a view to carrying it through.
As usual, Jemma maintained her opposition as she had in the past. But the next night I took the initiative and wrote out my fantasy in great detail. When I'd finished, I placed it in an envelope, sealed it down and placed it in a prominent position on my bedside table. I told Jemma that if she wanted to write out her fantasy to do the same and seal it in an identical envelope and she could pick which envelope to open.
Well, the days went by and there was no sign of a fantasy from Jemma. Then, as we were getting ready for bed one night, I noticed my envelope had disappeared. I never drew attention to the fact but when we were in bed; Jemma produced five envelopes, which she fanned out like playing cards.
