A Wife's Fantasy (2 page)

She caught my eye with her
gaze and held it as she walked confidently toward me. It was as if
she knew that these uncomfortable thoughts were tumbling around in
my head. My anxiety, my fear evaporated. What I saw now was a sexy,
confident, stunning woman – my woman. The woman I love more than
anything. The woman I would do anything for.

On the one hand, she was
forcing me to do things I wasn't sure I really wanted to do, but at
the same time, she was giving me signs of reassurance. The signs
indicated that she was doing this for me; that this experience
would only make our love, our relationship stronger. The stockings
and heels were part of that. If this were only about her, she would
probably be nude. She knew I had a thing for stockings. And heels,
these were a weakness of hers. She never saw an elegant pump or a
sexy ankle strap version that she could pass up, but she didn't
like to wear them in bed. Things that touched the street or the
sidewalk had no business being near our 600-count sheets, let alone
our unprotected, white sofa. But I love the way heels make the
muscles in her calves tighten and the way they elongate her slender
ankles; and I worship her long legs when she wears them. So we
compromise. She actually has 'bedroom' shoes – shoes that never go
outside; shoes that have never touched the street. These are not
the trashy, platform-style that strippers and porn stars wear, but
genuinely exquisite, 4-inch, Italian heels. And these she
occasionally wears to bed. She wears them to make love. She wears
them to fuck.

She coaxed me toward the
end of the sofa so my head hung slightly over the edge and placed
one of her shoes – her street shoes – next to my face. The message
was clear. She was doing this for me.

"Come here," she said,
beckoning to James. "I want you right behind me, ready when I give
you the signal."

James snapped to attention
and had his hands on her hips in an instant. Like something out of
Risky Business, he was still wearing his shirt and tie, but naked
from the waist down. Straddling me, she lowered herself onto my
face and rubbed aggressively against my mouth. "Lick me," she
ordered, "Make me nice and wet so James can fuck me." I lapped her
juices greedily, but still couldn't keep up. Her juices flooded my
lips dribbling out of the corners of my mouth and down my chin. She
clearly didn't require the extra lubrication she demanded of me.
She knew it too, but by insisting that I prepare her for James's
cock she was making me an active participant of what was to come.
There was no chance I could be a passive observer on this one. All
too soon, she rose and tilted forward, placing her forearms on
either side of me. The maneuver placed her out of range of my
tongue and no doubt gave James an excellent view of her dripping
pussy.

"Take his cock," she told
me.

I extended my arm toward
James and no sooner had my fingers curled around his shaft than she
reached back and grabbed his tie, pulling him toward her. "Put him
inside me now. Guide that thick cock of his into your wife's pussy.
Do it slowly, I want you to watch every inch penetrate
me."

I did as I was told. I
guided his penis into her and watched her open up to take him. Her
inner lips parted smoothly, inviting the thick head of his cock
into her wet, warm pussy. It was too easy. Somehow, it seemed to me
that it should have been more difficult. Perhaps out of some
biological sense of loyalty, her pussy should have balked a little
at the invasion of this strange, new penis. But it didn't. My
wife's gorgeous pussy was eager to swallow him up. She arched her
back and her inner lips opened even further. I guided him into her
– slowly, deeply all the way in – and let go to watch him slide all
the way out of her. A few drops of her juices ran down her outer
lips. I caught them in my mouth, the heady taste stronger, richer
when she was most aroused. This unmistakable sign of her pleasure
strengthened my resolve. I could never deny her.

My wife kissed my penis.
She captured the tip between her lips, flicking her tongue across
it. On one particularly deep penetration, courtesy of James, she
gasped and collapsed to her elbows, but she didn't lose contact.
Her lips slid down the underside of my cock and when her mouth came
to rest at the base of my cock, her tongue resumed its efforts,
this time on my testicles.

We played like this for
several minutes, none of us saying a word. Her teasing me
mercilessly with her mouth, me guiding a stranger's sizable cock
all the way into my wife and then watching as he slowly pulled out
and waiting, almost hungrily, to see the tip of his penis reappear
glistening with her juices.

Her breathing shortened
and she began to let out an audible gasp with each stroke. The
kissing, licking, biting of my penis suddenly stopped as she slid
forward on her elbows a little further and spread her legs a little
wider.

Involuntarily, I pushed my
hips toward her, not wanting her attentions on my penis to stop.
Until I realized that her little maneuver had also accomplished
something else. Her clitoris was now resting directly on my lips. I
attacked it.

James slowly teased his
cock back into her pussy, but this time she pushed back into him
hard, impaling herself.

"Enough!" she spat out, "I
brought you here to fuck me. Now do it!"

Before I could even
adjust, James responded. He pulled out of her and slammed back in.
I was immobile, mesmerized. Nothing else existed. It was all about
his cock and her pussy. They seemed to have forgotten about
me.

She gripped my balls a
little too firmly. "Lick me, damn it. I want you to lick me while
he fucks me!"

I teased her clitoris,
giving it a light flick of the tongue each time she pushed back
into him. Then I matched his strokes and attacked her clitoris
directly.

"Fuck!" she screamed and
her legs shook with the orgasm.

I hesitated, surprised by
the force of her orgasm. James seemed to do the same.

"If you fucking stop, I'll
kill you both," she growled, grinding against my tongue and his
cock.

I resumed with a flurry of
kisses and small bites on her clitoris. James slowed a bit, but
kept driving into her.

Ana's legs trembled. She
threw her head back, only half-voicing a series of animal-like
grunts that seemed to get caught somewhere in her throat. Her come
flooded out between his cock and her engorged lips. Her juices
coated my chin and lips in a torrent and I luxuriated in her taste.
It had the richness and depth I know only accompany her most
intense orgasms. Not wanting to miss a drop I swallowed anything
that came within reach and even lapped her juices off the underside
of James' cock.

I felt her thighs
weakening in my grip. She let her chest and full breasts fall more
heavily on my body, but she refused to stop or pull away. She was
relying on me to support her while another man fucked
her.

James' penis twitched as
it fought to get back inside her on each stroke. And his breathing
came shorter and shorter. With a loud grunt, he plunged inside one
last time and exploded. After a few moments to catch his breath,
James leaned over, kissed my wife on the back of the neck and
started to pull out.

She stopped him. "I want
to see that talented cock when it comes out of me."

Rolling onto her side
toward the back of the sofa, she pulled James into a spoon position
behind her and nudged me onto the floor in the process. The
maneuver forced him part way out and drops of thick, white come
mingled with her juices on the underside of his cock. I dropped to
a seated position on the floor in front of her.

"I want you to help, my
love." Her voice was soft now and full of emotion – the biting
harshness of her earlier commands completely absent. Looking into
my eyes, she placed my hand back on the base of his penis. "Will
you lick me as he pulls his penis out?" It was a penis now, no
longer a "cock" and this was a sincere question, not a command. She
knew intuitively when to soften and not push too far.

I swallowed hard and
nodded. She smiled, caressed the side of my cheek with the back of
her fingers and gently, but firmly, pushed my head down toward her
pussy. I sampled their combined juices at the base of his penis and
ran my tongue around the seam where her skin stretched tautly
around him.

"Mmmmm," she purred in
reward, her fingers clenching and unclenching in my hair. "Do it
just like that."

I followed her
instructions and felt every vein as his penis emerged, inch by
inexorable inch. As the head of his penis came in sight, her lips
bulged to accommodate his larger girth. There was a subtle 'pop' as
his head came into view and my tongue and lips were overwhelmed
with their combined juices. I should have expected it, but I guess
I didn't realize just how much his thick cock would act like a dam
to keep their come inside. I pushed back, but before I could spit
it out, my wife pulled me into her arms and gave me a deep,
passionate kiss. We shared her juices intermingled with the come of
a complete stranger; and she held me tightly. It was the warm
embrace of a loving wife, a soul mate – secure, comforting,
sensual.

Chapter II

"You guys are amaaazing,"
she sighed, arching her back in a feline stretch. She looked down
her lithe body, but did nothing to wipe away the splashes of come
on her inner thighs. "I'm going to rest. You two, however, don't
have that luxury. James, I think it's only fair that you return the
favor now, don't you? I want to watch you suck my husband's
beautiful cock."

Again the word "cock"
coming from my wife's lips struck a dissonant chord in my
consciousness. She hated when men used it, but it seemed as if the
word was perfectly acceptable if used to demean one of
us.

"I know you've done this
before James, so I expect a lot more from you than the amateurish
performance of my husband. Show us both how it's done…just don't
let him come."

I inadvertently blushed at
the insult. I hadn't wanted to suck his cock in the first place,
but my delicate male ego could – curiously, stupidly – be wounded
by having underperformed on a sexual task I didn't even want to
do.

James didn't dawdle like I
had and he didn't fold my clothes neatly as he removed them. He
simply stripped me efficiently letting everything drop in an untidy
pile on the floor. I was completely naked in moments, my fully
erect penis, my cock, pointing skyward. After what I had just seen
and done, there was certainly no need to make me hard.

James let out a simple
"hmmm" and licked his lips.

"I told you it was a nice
one," my wife said with a wink. He grabbed my shaft tightly and
with no further preliminaries bent down to lick the head of my
penis with firm, long strokes. His technique was completely
different from any woman I had ever been with before. Admittedly,
it looked a bit comical, like he was trying to devour a rapidly
melting ice cream cone on a hot summer day, but god, the sensations
were incredible. His tongue then trailed lower and he sucked one of
my testicles into his mouth. He soon returned his attentions to my
cock, but his fingers took over, cupping and caressing my
testicles. Before long, one of his fingers found its way to that
sensitive spot behind my scrotum. I moaned with the added
stimulation. He alternated gentle pressure on with a caress along
the ridge between my testicles and anus each time he drew me into
his mouth. Sometimes he strayed a bit further, lightly brushing the
opening of my anus.

Was that an accident? It
didn't matter. I started to forget it was a man sucking me off – it
felt too good for me to care. My eyes closed and my hips pushed
toward his mouth of their own accord. He punished my impatience by
pausing for an excruciatingly long moment. Then, closing his lips
fully around my penis he drew my entire length into his mouth in
one fluid motion. I almost came at that instant, but the shock of
being deep-throated by a man must have been what broke the tension.
I had been deep throated only once before (with a South American
soap opera star my wife and I had met at a party I remembered
smiling inwardly), and this felt just as good.

"Oh my god! That looks
sooo sexy," my wife said and ran her tongue across her teeth. "I
always wondered what it would be like to watch another man taste
you, to watch another man fuck you."

She lay on her side with
her head propped in her hand just a foot or so away. She watched so
intently, I half expected to see a box of popcorn in her other
hand. James was still sucking my cock and I wasn't at all sure I
could hold out much longer. If James wasn't careful, it might turn
out to be a pretty short movie. Before that thought was even
complete, James stopped abruptly. Had he sensed my
predicament?

"Mmmm…beautiful," my wife
said as she reached for my penis, pulling me toward her and
reclining at the same time. "Now it's your turn, honey. Fuck me,
please. Fuck the same pussy you just watched a total stranger use.
The same pussy you just watched him fill with come," she said and
directed my penis into her.

My wife never really needs
lubrication. This time, with her and James's intermingled juices
still dripping out of her, it was like settling into a vat of warm
oil, enveloping and welcoming without the slightest hint of
resistance. I reveled in the feel of it. I moved slowly, exploring
every last fold of her pussy with deep strokes. She rose up to meet
me on each stroke and we adjusted our hips a fraction on each
penetration. She put her arms around my neck, looked into my eyes
and pulled me toward her. We kissed sensually and in sync with my
deep, slow strokes. As I entered her, she pressed her mouth harder
against mine or gently bit my lower lip. As I pulled out, she
relaxed and I let my lips just barely tickle hers.