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> Stephanie (mf fant mff)
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> I don't know exactly when the thought first popped into my head.
>
> I guess I became preoccupied with sex about the time I turned thirty.
> That was thirteen months ago. It was shortly thereafter that I began
> noticing how Tim, my husband of eight years, wasn't as aggressively
> sexual with me as he once was. The funny thing was that when I was
> twenty-two, I remember praying to God asking that Time stop constantly
> pawing me.
>
> After seven years of marriage, my prayers had been more than answered.
>
> Oh, Tim was every bit as devoted to me as he had ever been. But, the
> near constant sexual energy that he'd once had was now gone. And, the
> funny thing was that now that his energy had waned, I really, really
> wanted it back.
>
> Oh, the mistakes we make not appreciating and enjoying what we have.
>
> So, as Tim's sexual interest faded, my own interest increased. As I
> searched for ways to enhance our mutual sexual pleasure, I started
> reading books on the evolution of sexual relationships in marriages.
> Many of these books discussed the role of sexual communication and of a
> healthy fantasy life in maintaining sexual interest in a marriage. As a
> result, Tim and I began discussing our fantasies as part of our sexual
> play. And, sure enough, the sexual discussions and fantasy play did
> help to spark our sexual relations.
>
> I don't know what the "usual" fantasies are, but I assume ours are not
> out of the norm. Most of my fantasies involve sexual acts in unusual
> places or situations. For example, one of my favorite fantasies is
> having sex in my high school gym in front of my senior biology class. I
> am a classic exhibitionist, and the idea of showing all those stuck-up
> bastards what they were missing is a real turn on. I also enjoy a
> variety of fantasies based upon having sex with other people. In one of
> my current favorites, I seduce and fuck the lights out of Johnny Depp.
>
> In contrast, almost all of Tim's fantasies involve sex with other
> people. Knowing what I know about men and about Tim, I wasn't at all
> surprised that he fantasized about having sex with other women.
> However, I was a bit surprised about who his fantasy objects were. He
> wasn't into thinking about models or actresses at all. Instead, nearly
> all of his fantasy objects were real people that we either knew or had
> met.
>
> For example, he had fantasies about a co-worker of mine, a bartender we
> know, a lady at our church, even a divorced women living down the
> street. That's not to say that some of my fantasy lovers weren't real,
> too. I often thought about seducing and fucking the brains out of the
> delivery driver that picks up our dry cleaning. But, Tim never went for
> the unreachable. He always liked women that he could really imagine
> reaching.
>
> What was more surprising to me was the degree that Tim fantasized about
> watching me fucking some other man. Until we started talking, it never
> would have occurred to me that Tim would have been at all aroused by
> that image. Yet, it was one of the more powerful fantasies that he
> shared with me. I loved that since he would have me described one of my
> fantasies about being fucked and really get into it to the point of
> banging me real, real hard.
>
> Until we started talking, it never had occurred to me think of Tim being
> fucked by another woman as a turn on for me. Yet, Tim's reaction to the
> thought of me being fucked caused me to start to examine how I'd feel
> about Tim actually being fucked in front of me. As I though more and
> more about the image, the more erotic it became to me. The image of the
> head of his penis disappearing into the folds of some strange woman's
> vagina became a complete turn on for me. Eventually, I became obsessed
> with the idea of witnessing Tim's balls in spasm while a load of his
> sperm splashed up against some strange woman's cervix.
>
> I suppose it was at this point that a plan began to take shape in my
> mind. How could I set Tim up for a threesome with me and another woman?
>
> The more I thought about it, the more the idea turned me on. On those
> occasions that Tim and I shared fantasies about me being fucked, Tim
> would often ask me to describe how I thought it would feel to be fucked
> by a strange cock. Instead of fucking a strange cock, I began to image
> what Tim would do with a strange woman. As I described how some
> stranger might tense up and come within my pussy, I started really
> imaging what Tim's ass would look like tightening up as he delivered a
> load into another woman's womb.
>
> After becoming fixated on these images over a period of weeks, I decided
> to approach Tim about exploring making some of our fantasies realities.
>
> He was very reluctant to discuss it. Tim is your prototypical Catholic
> schoolboy. A virgin when we met in college, I managed to take his
> cherry only a few weeks before we were to be married. Tim had never
> been completely comfortable with the moral ramifications of premarital
> sex. So, the thought of actual extramarital sex was more than he could
> handle initially. I suspect that was one of the things that made the
> fantasies all the more exciting for him.
>
> I probably would have dropped the idea had it not been for Stephanie's
> call.
>
> Stephanie and I had grown up not far from one another and had been on
> again off again friends throughout our grade school years. By high
> school, our friendship had solidified into the life-long category.
> Though we hung in different groups (she was a gymnast and football
> cheerleader, I was into music, drama and boys), we still managed to
> spend time with one another on most weekends. She would tell me how
> shallow and insensitive the jocks were that she dated. I would complain
> about how whimpy the arts boys were that I dated. It was, in many ways,
> a match made in heaven.
>
> Sadly, our companionship ended shortly after graduation. Stephanie had
> decided to go to school out west chasing both a gymnastics scholarship
> and a boy she had fallen in love with named Peter. We managed to stay
> in touch. She would come back to town from time to time to see her
> parents. We would never fail to get together during those visits for
> one or two evenings of drinking and dancing. Peter didn't even last a
> semester. However, by her junior year she had hooked up with a doctoral
> candidate studying ancient Greek philosophy. You just knew the guy was
> destine to teach since no one can make a living with a Doctorate in
> Greek philosophy except as a college professor.
>
> I really didn't understand what Stephanie saw in him since he was the
> bookish type and she had always gone for jocks. Then, one day,
> Stephanie explained his attraction in very simple terms, the guy was
> built like a horse where it mattered and had a sexual stamina to match.
>
> In that one statement, all became very clear. In high school, Stephanie
> had been the horniest girl I knew. Losing her virginity at thirteen,
> she had spent the majority of her junior year without a steady boyfriend
> because it would have prevented her from dating and fucking more than
> one guy over a given weekend (or even on a given night). On one
> particularly depraved weekend, she had conspired to meet and fuck one
> boy in the afternoon, another over dinner, and a third later in the
> night.
>
> She was always very careful with protection and never had any difficulty
> in finding willing participants. She shied away from partners her own
> age, favoring, instead, boys several years her senior. It made things
> less complicated, she would say. That she was a high school gymnast
> capable of dressing to look almost any age and willing to fuck at the
> drop of a hat ensured her a nearly endless supply of hard cocks willing
> to try to satisfy her.
>
> It was sometime shortly after this revelation that our correspondence
> and telephone calls became more infrequent. I assumed that she had
> gotten caught up in the relationship. Stephanie had last visited our
> town for our wedding. Shortly thereafter, I learned from her parents
> that she had married the "Doctor" is a quiet civil ceremony.
> Thereafter, I lost track of her.
>
> Then she suddenly called up one day out of the blue two years ago. It
> turns out that her professor husband had been keeping office hours with
> a number of his students. While tragic, it was also a bit ironic.
> Given her sexual past, I had always assumed that she would be the one to
> stray in a monogamous relationship. She had no interest in staying in a
> relationship wondering who he was fucking this week. Nobly (or
> foolishly) she hadn't wanted to cause a scandal, so she left him quietly
> and took up residence in Seattle.
>
> Our communications became more regular once again. And, I started to
> learn about the dating and sex habits of the unattached thirty-
> something. It's funny, but the picture painted by Sarah Jessica Parker
> is far different than the picture Stephanie painted. Most thirty-
> something men, she claimed, are interested only in bagging as many
> twenty-something women as possible. Indeed, according to Stephanie,
> most forty-something men are identically motivated.
>
> I last saw Stephanie a little less than a year ago when Tim traveled to
> Seattle on business and I tagged along. We'd had dinner, the three of
> us. During one of the trips to the bathroom, I learned that Stephanie
> hadn't lost her sexual appetite. However, at thirty, it was far more
> difficult for her to quench her appetite than it had been at twenty (or
> seventeen). It was difficult not to reflect upon the irony of her
> situation. She was now in competition with the very same promiscuous
> teenager she'd been in her youth. And, though her gymnast body was
> still very tight, the few extra pounds and mild additional wrinkles that
> come with a decade of life experiences were clearly working against her.
>
> She had mused at how lucky I was to have Tim and had joked at how nice
> it would be to borrow him for a night. I knew for all the joking, she
> was actually very much more serious than not. But, at the time, it
> wasn't anything that I was ready to contemplate. So, I polite let the
> joke go by.
>
> Tim later commented on how Stephanie had looked good but very lonely.
> Sexually frustrated was more the truth. Roughly a month later,
> Stephanie became one of Tim's more favorite fantasy objects. Then
> roughly two months later, we moved on to something else.
>
> Stephanie and I continued to communicate regularly. And, approximately
> two weeks ago, she called to let me know that she would be traveling
> east for a conference. She asked if she could stay with us for a couple
> nights. She wanted to visit her parents but couldn't stay with them
> (they had moved into a small retirement apartment and didn't have the
> room to put her up). She also told me that she was hoping to hook up
> with some of her old acquaintances for some adult fun. I offered her
> the guest bedroom which she accepted.
>
> In spite of my growing preoccupation with sex, things didn't click
> together immediately. It wasn't until later that evening when I told
> Tim about Stephanie's impending visit that things literally came
> together.
>
> "How long will she be staying?" He asked.
>
> "I think three, maybe four nights. She wasn't definite. I suppose it
> will depend upon how much fun we are and whether she is able to find
> someone else with whom to spend time."
>
> "Oh, is she still without a boyfriend?"
>
> "Yes, and she is as horny as hell as a result."
>
> "That's really sad. She is a super attractive woman. You'd think she'd
> have no trouble hooking up with someone."
>
> It was then that I first thought of Tim and Stephanie together. I
> immediately felt myself get wet and my nipples stand on end.
>
> "So, you think she's attractive, huh?" I asked, coyly
>
> "Sure," he replied quickly.
>
> "How so?" I asked.
>
> "Well, for starters, she was a gymnast for all those years. Who in
> their right mind wouldn't want to find out what it's like to fuck a
> former gymnast?"
>
> "Yes, yes, yes. Ride you like an apparatus and all that. I get it, but
> is there anything else."
>
> "Sure, she has a tight ass, pert boobs, great lips, and the mind able to
> put two sentences together meaningfully. What more could an intelligent
> man want?"
>
> "What are you saying, that she is a better catch than me?" I asked in
> mock disapproval. I knew that Tim would not fall for this little trick,
> but it always made me hot to hear his responses.
>
> "Of course not. Comparing you to Stephanie is like comparing apples and
> oranges. The two of you are completely different people with completely
> different body types. You are sexy for your height which is perfectly
> in proportion to your larger breasts and hips."
>
> Is there any woman anywhere that doesn't love it when their man is
> telling them why they are sexy? I always loved Tim's description of my
> 5' 10" frame and 34C cup breasts. Yet, just once, he could mention my
> golden blond hair and hazel eyes.
>
> "Stephanie is much shorter," Tim continued, "more petite in the bust and
> ass with those very muscular thighs."
>
> Boy was that last statement true. Stephanie's specialty in college
> gymnastics had been the vault. As a result, she had the powerful
> muscular inner thighs of a vaulter. Her thighs, however, were the only
> part of her body at all out of proportion. At 5' 5", her 32 B cup
> breasts actually were on the large size, if anything. I had always been
> a little jealous of her dark auburn hair and deep brown eyes.
>
> "Yours is classic beauty with height," Tim concluded. "Hers is classic
> beauty in the petite form. Very different forms of beauty, but both
> very, very nice to the connoisseur of beauty. Plus, you know that I am
> a sucker for a rounded, pouting ass. Your hips and ass are the best."
>
> "However," Tim continued, "you know that I do have a little thing for
> brunettes."
>
> His smile told me he was joking. Several years before I had accused him
> of having a complete obsession with light colored blonds in deference to
> my golden blond.
>
> "You ass!" I retorted. "Well....." I said, pausing while I thought of
> the different ways to bring up the next subject.
>
> I decided that the direct approach was best.
>
> "Would you like the opportunity to stick that hard cock of yours where
> so many men have gone before?"
>
> I know it was clumsy, but this wasn't planned and every book that
> discussed the possibility of making fantasies a reality says that
> communication is the key. So, I decided on the spot to communicate.
>
> "You mean, how would I like to fuck Stephanie?" Tim asked back. The
> tone of his voice suggested that his question back was asked as much in
> utter amazement as in an honest effort to confirm that he had heard me
> correctly.
>
> With a deep breath, I responded, "yes."
>
> "Whoa....Yyyyyou're serious, aren't you," Tim stuttered. "This isn't
> just a fantasy thing, is it?"
>
> I always found Tim's nervous stutter terribly sexy.
>
> "No, I'm serious. I know that she is very, very horny and hasn't had
> sex in over a year. I never told you this, but last year in the
> bathroom at Remone's she half jokingly suggested bedding you for a night
> just to quench her fire. I haven't spoken to her about you on this
> trip, but I am fairly confident that she will 'jump' at the chance to
> fuck you."
>
> I now noticed the head of Tim's cock poking through the fly in his
> pajama bottoms. His cock was evidently very hard as the head was the
> deep-ish purple it gets only when he is at his highest state of arousal.
>
> "I guess I'm flattered. But, I wouldn't want to be unfaithful to you in
> that way."
>
> Despite his Catholic boy upbringing, I could tell that it pained him
> very much to say that. I loved that he was so concerned about my
> feelings in this matter. All I had to do now was convince him that I
> was as turned on at the prospect of him fucking Stephanie as he
> obviously was.
>
> "How would you be 'being unfaithful' to me if I am the one suggesting it
> and setting it up?"
>
> "Well, ..." he started to say. I didn't let him finish.
>
> "Did you ever consider my feelings in this matter?"
>
> "That's what I am trying to do!" he exclaimed.
>
> "Did you ever stop and consider that it might be hot for me to watch you
> fuck Stephanie?"
>
> I reached out and tickled the head of his cock.
>
> "Did you stop and think that I might like to watch you caressing her
> breasts, sucking her nipples, fingering her cunt, sucking her clit?"
>
> I was stroking his cock now. As the pre-cum gushed from its eye, I knew
> I had him. My pussy was so fucking wet. It was so fucking hot, me
> sitting on my marriage bed, seducing my husband into fucking another
> woman in front of me for my pleasure and enjoyment. I started in on all
> of the fantasy visions that had been building in my head.
>
> "Have you considered that I might want to watch her rise up above you on
> her knees, see her thighs lower her pussy so that it is in contact with
> your cock, watch the head of your manhood penetrate the tightness of her
> vagina and disappear into her gaping slit?.
>
> I was really stroking Tim now. I pulled his PJ's down and jumped on top
> of his cock, impaling it and myself in one quick stroke. I started
> rubbing my clit hard against the root of his penis. I knew that I
> wouldn't last long. I suspected that Tim wouldn't last much longer
> either.
>
> "Oh, Tim," I exclaimed, rubbing my clit up and down against his shaft
> "you simply have to fuck her for me."
>
> "I want to watch you fuck her."
>
> "I want to watch her little gymnast body ride up and down on you
> manhood."
>
> "But most of all...." I paused, the pressure welling up in me, "I want to
> see, your balls contract, and...uh...uh...unload...uh... your cum....your
> cum...uh
> DEEP INSIDE HER...aaaah."
>
> With that, my pussy contracted hard around Tim's cock.
>
> Through my orgasmic haze, I could feel Tim's hands grabbing hard onto my
> hips as his back arched high into the air. Deep inside my vagina, I
> felt his head pulsating and straining as if it was reaching out in a
> vain attempt to touch my cervix and deliver its sperm directly into my
> uterus. He grabbed my hips and held me hard against his pelvis
> unwilling to let even a millimeter of his penis depart my body-a purely
> primal reflex intended to ensure that each and every sperm was delivered
> as close to the prize as possible.
>
> After what seemed like minutes, his hands finally released my hips and
> he allowed me to slump forward against his chest.
>
> We laid that way, me listening to his heart race along with my own, for
> fiver of so minutes. In that time, I felt the head of his now spent and
> deflated love organ exit my body. It was followed by a slow ooze of a
> mixture of my love juices and his cum. Slowly this mixture of spent
> passion and lust started making its way to the bedsheets by means of my
> leg and Tim's thigh. The trickle of the fluids over my skin felt
> deeply, deeply naughty. Suddenly, I wondered, what would Tim's semen
> look like as it flowed out of Stephanie's gaping and well used twat.
>
> I cannot explain fully how erotic that image was to me. Picturing
> Stephanie in an afterglow embrace with Tim, ther combined sex fluids
> mixing and trickling from her cunt immediately caused the blood to
> return to my pussy and the feeling to return to my clit.
>
> I closed my eyes and indulged the vision further, urging my imagination
> to take control. I pictured myself taking Tim's spent cock and balls
> into my mouth and licking them clean of all his cum and Stephanie's love
> juices. I further imagined directing Tim to clean up the mess he'd
> made--ordering him to suck and lick Stephanie's pussy until every
> remaining drop of his semen had been removed from her body. While he
> was doing this duty, I imagined getting in between his legs and playing
> with his balls and cock and tickling his ass.
>
> As I imagined these scenes, I started rubbing myself against Tim's cum
> covered thigh. I again felt the tell tail tingle of an orgasm rising
> within me looking for a release.
>
> I imagined Stephanie grabbing hold of Tim's head and arching her back
> forcing his tongue deeper into her hole. What would that sound like? A
> muffled combination of quiet slurping and gentle humming, I concluded.
> My own pussy hummed its own response.
>
> Then I imagined Tim pulling away from her love hole and announcing that
> his task had been completed. The image of Stephanie's pussy gapping
> wide before me was intoxicating. What would I do? An inspection, of
> course!
>
> I imagined sticking one and then two fingers gently then more forcefully
> into her hole to see if any semen yet remained. Of course, a thorough
> inspection would require me to run the very tips of my fingers up and
> down every surface of her vagina that could be reached. I imagined just
> such an inspection, lovingly caressing her inner walls, gently tickling
> her g-spot, feeling her hips rise to me my touch.
>
> Then, I would feel it. The slippery remnants of Tim's unholy presence.
> Removing my fingers I would show Tim and to Stephanie.
>
> "Look, you missed a drop," I'd say.
>
> He'd offer to try again...to do a better job.
>
> "No," I imagined myself saying, in mock disappointment.
>
> The tingle that had started deep inside me was rising very quickly now.
> I forced my body down as I ground my clit hard into Tim flesh. By now
> it was clear to me what was coming. So, I let my imagination go on.
>
> "I'll do this myself," I declared.
>
> And with that I imagined myself lovingly kissing and licking the most
> private of Stephanie's organs.
>
> The second orgasm exploded over me like a tidal wade. My body shuttered
> as my toes rolled over upon themselves. My clit became the complete
> focus of my attention, only it wasn't my clit. It was Stephanie's clit,
> the one that I had just imagined taking into my mouth. The naughtiness
> of the image took control of my body and my body responded by attempting
> to shake it all away. In the back of my head I could hear myself
> screaming a primal, guttural scream. But, reality seemed so very, very
> distant.
>
> Slowly the waves of muscular contractions subsided. At some point I
> fell to Tim's side. It was a few moments before either of us chanced
> disturbing the moment.
>
> "I don't believe that I have ever seen you that animated during love
> making before," he said half stating a fact and half asking a question.
> "I assume that was very good. But, are you all right?"
>
> "Oh....yeah...." I said, still gulping oxygen like it was Gatorade.
> "That
> was very, very good for me."
>
>
> (End part 1)
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