PART ONE
Polly stood in front of the full-length bedroom mirror and was pleased with her figure. She was naked as she examined her face; the long, thick, light brown hair, the piercing eyes, straight nose and pouting lips. Occasionally, friends would remark how similar she was to a younger Jennifer Aniston. Polly saw the likeness and at age 40 she was happy.
The man behind her was fully clothed. Her husband was the same age, confident, successful and liked bedroom games. Polly would do anything to satisfy Marc and if he wanted to play a fantasy game then she was up for it.
He put his arms around her waist and kissed her neck before he whispered, ''You're very sexy.'' He took her right hand and gently placed it over her thin strip of pubic hair. In so doing, Marc curled his fingers in hers, enmeshed so that four fingers became eight, each one caressed her vulva lips, her clit and her pussy. After 20 long seconds, he murmured, ''Close your eyes, darling.''
With her eyes closed, Polly's sense of feeling became more acute. His touch, his clothes in contact with her back, his smell, all seemed to grow more intense with her eyes shut. Polly said, ''I know you're watching the mirror, watching me.''
''I like to see you play with yourself.'' He pressed himself from behind to hold her firm. His fingers directed her fingers between her vulva to find her pussy.
''You're a naughty boy.'' She angled her head back to rest on his shoulder. His left hand cupped her neck.
''Spread your legs,'' said Marc.
She felt her finger penetrate her pussy, pushed in by his finger. Then both fingers were inside her. ''I'm wet already,'' she murmured.
His deep voice spoke into her ear, ''You like being watched, don't you?''
''Yes,'' whispered Polly. Her body had gone into goosebumps. ''And my husband likes playing the voyeur.''
For two minutes nothing was said as Polly kept her eyes closed, kept her legs apart and melted into his embrace from behind. Without his support, she would have collapsed. The only sounds in their bedroom were her soft moans. His left hand had caressed down her body to her breasts. At first, he circled her nipples. Her gasp came as Marc suddenly squeezed her left nipple before he transferred to her right.
''Your nipples stand out, thicker than normal, a deeper colour.'' He pulled them out towards the mirror. For five minutes, he played with them, caressing, squeezing until Polly felt her desires roll down to her groin.
Polly shuddered. ''I want a quickie. Help me,'' she whispered. ''Fuck me with your fingers.'' Her hand snaked under his to place her fingers on either side of her clit. ''I'm close, Marc.'' Their hands speeded up, his fingers inside her pussy as he fucked her while she rolled and slid her fingers over her engorged clit. Polly came with a shriek, then a long moan as her orgasm gripped her body.
She opened her eyes, blinked and was grateful when Marc lifted her in his arms and took her to the bed.
He casually took off his clothes, leaving his underpants until last. He had dark eyes that sparkled, dark hair and crease lines on either side of his eyes. He played tennis so his arms and legs were tanned. It was obvious that Marc had a sizable erection. She recognised a wicked look in her husband's eyes and said, ''Come here and tell me what you're thinking?''
They often fantasised during their lovemaking and Polly knew from the look on Marc's face that he was about to make a suggestion. It was harmless fun where he would tell her of a scenario, an imaginary situation in which they would both play a part.
''I'm in a mood to fantasise,'' said Marc. ''Are you okay with that?'' He came to lie down next to Polly.
''Of course, darling. Let's make it exciting!''
''Let's imagine another person is arriving unexpectedly. There's a knock on the front door. Shall we wait for that person to go away or invite him or her upstairs?''
''Oh,'' said Polly. ''I suppose it depends who is at the door?''
''If it's a woman our age, good looking, would we invite her in?''
''For a drink only but not into our bedroom.''
Marc was curious. ''Why?''
''Because I don't want another woman getting hold of your balls.'' Polly chuckled but in reality, she didn't want to imagine another woman in the bedroom. In Polly's view, the prospect of her husband becoming aroused at any other woman would not be erotic.
He laughed. ''Fair enough. Let's assume instead it's a man at the front door, A friend who we like. If I said I want to invite him into our bedroom to sit in that chair over there, what would you say?''
''This is a fantasy of yours which we sometimes play. Being watched by a person, a voyeur turns you on and it can be nice for me as well. You're good at describing what the person is thinking. We submerge into another world.''
''Yes, but,'' said Marc, ''suppose it were a real person? A man we know, he's nice and you like him socially.''
''It would be weird to ask a real person, a friend to sit and watch us!'' She wondered if Marc would be content to imagine a person watching them without getting more involved. ''Is this a naughty fantasy of yours?''
''Might be!''
Polly thought for a moment and said, ''What is your deepest, darkest secret? What have you not told me before? Tell me what you want and what really turns you on?''
''A threesome. Since you won't have a female here, it will have to be another man who joins us.''
''Is he going to watch us make love to start with and then join in?''
''Yes.'' Marc smiled and repeated, ''Yes.''
''So he's a voyeur, to begin with, and then gets into bed with us? I hope he's handsome?'' It appeared to Polly that her husband might actually want a real threesome. She needed to test Marc about a troubling thought and said, ''But if he and I have sex, won't you be angry?''
''No, I won't be angry. It turns me on.''
She raised her eyebrows. ''To watch me with another man turns you on?''
''I'm not sitting on a chair to watch you have sex with another man. It's sex between three people.''
''The point I'm making,'' said Polly, ''is that I may like it, sex with someone else. I may like it more than sex with you!''
''You deserve to have pleasure from making love and I think the pleasure would be greater if two men have you.''
''At the same time?''
''Yes.''
''Suppose I want this man to myself during our threesome?''
Marc thought and replied, ''It's shared pleasure and experience. If you wanted just him and not me, I would be okay providing it's for a short time, and I stay in the same room.''
