My wife, Jennifer, and I have been married for 6 years. I guess you could say our lives are average, maybe even a bit boring. We are conservative, sexually, just the usual missionary or doggy style with a few minutes of foreplay.
Jennifer is a stunning 26 year old with wavy brown hair and brown eyes. She has wonderful coconut sized breasts that sway a little when she walks. Her meaty long red nipples become quite hard at the slightest touch. She has an hourglass figure with a fine butt that just won’t quit. See stays in exceptional shape by doing aerobics about three times a week.
I had secretly harbored fantasies about her throughout the years. I love to read about fantasies in magazines and on the internet about men who share their wives with other men, but never had I talked with her about them.
For the past two years we have been trying to have a baby but the doctors have said that my sperm count was too low. Jennifer, on the other hand, is as fertile as the Tennessee Valley. We tried all of their advice to no avail. Jennifer wanted a child and I just couldn’t give her one. I know that she is a little frustrated but she has never blamed me.
“Come on Cat, we’re gonna miss the plane!”
Gary was always in a hurry and didn’t like waiting or being late. Cat was the exact opposite: Like most engineers, she was slow and methodical. She preferred being prepared to deal with all possible scenarios and hated being rushed. Examining her neatly organized suitcase, she finally decided she had packed everything she might need for the trip.
“I’m ready sweetie, let’s go.”
Gary stopped and stared at Cat in utter disbelief. She was wearing an open buckskin jacket over a cropped tee shirt, and tight hip hugger blue jeans, which left her flat, deeply tanned abdomen exposed. She was obviously not wearing a bra, as the thin white material of the over-stretched tee shirt revealed. Her perky nipples were threatening to poke right through the front of the shirt, her 36D’s spilling out from the deep V neckline. She also had on her Stetson cowboy hat and Frye western boots.
I don’t really know when it started. I can’t remember when I first thought about sharing my wife, Tara, with another man. But I do remember the first time I confessed my desire to her. We were entangled with each other, and I was deep inside of her, when I whispered to her, “I have something to confess to you…” “What?,” She gasped. “I want to see you fuck another guy…… I could tell that she was turned on by the idea; my cock was drenched.
I know why I got the idea. Tara is so sensual, and she loves sex. She never fails to cum over and over again when we make love. I guess I just wanted to be able to watch her enjoy another man, to see her turned on and wild with her passion. We fantasized about it every time we made love, but I don’t think we ever really thought it would happen. At least, I don’t think she ever really believed it could.
A young lady that worked for the same company as I, is the subject of one of my fantasies. Rene is all of about five foot four, 120 pounds, and about a 36B-25-36. She has short dirty blonde hair that surrounds her lovely face just right. In contrast I am a six foot one, 250 pound, dark brown haired, hazel-eyed male who has fantasized about getting in between this young lady’s thighs. I dream about sucking on her pussy, as well as putting my hard dick inside that same pussy for several hours of pleasure for both of us for several months.
In my fantasy with Rene, we have been working on a project all day, trying to get an item correct for a presentation by a supervisor the next day. When we finally get done she comments Finally, we are done with that thing. Now I can finally get something to eat, as Im famished, I have not been able to get a bite to eat all day. With that I tell her In a way, since I am to blame, the least I could do is take you to dinner. She responds by saying Let me get my jacket and purse and we’ll go.