Fantasy Come True

With relief I heard the garage door open and the car drive in.  After supper my wife had gone shopping at the mall.  But that was hours ago, and she usually called when she was going to be this late.  I was beginning to get worried.   

I opened the door to the garage and looked in.  As my wife ambled slowly from the garage into the house her bare feet peaked out from the man’s long coat she was wearing.  She looked flushed, tired, and confused, and her hair was a mess, but her eyes were shining and she wore an uncharacteristically silly grin.  Without saying a word, she stepped into the living room, opened her coat, and let it slip over her shoulders and onto the floor in a heap.  I saw my wife of ten years standing in front of me without the dress and shoes she’d left with.  She wore no dress and no bra, only a see-through baby-doll nightie and nothing else.  Her nipples stood proud and erect through the thin fabric that clung to her body like a wet t-shirt.

Shocked and befuddled, questions began tumbling out of my mouth.  I tried to ask her where she’d been, but from the looks on her face and her heavy breathing, I sensed she was in an agitated, almost manic, state.  At last I found the words to ask her what had happened. 

Her eyes locked on mine and she explained in a husky voice that she have been a very naughty girl.   She wiggled her hips and asked would I like to see how naughty?  

Without waiting for an answer, she pulled up the nightie and rubbed her fingers over her pussy.  She brought her hand up and showed me the white gooey stuff glistening on her fingertips.   She giggled, put her fingers to her lips and licked them slowly with her pink tongue.  I realized now that she was in an incredible state of sexual arousal.  She wasn't joking.  She’d meant exactly what she’d said.

How can I explain my feelings?  I was upset.  I was worried.  And, at the same time, I felt an unbelievable sexual rush!  In a halting voice I asked her to tell me everything that happened in the last few hours down to the smallest detail.  She gingerly sat down in the nearest chair and asked for a glass of water.  After several gulps she gave me the following account of what had happened.

“After supper I’d gone to the local mall, but, as usual, I found nothing I wanted to buy.  I was about to come home early when I ran into someone I hadn’t seen in over a year.  He was a former co-worker named Lance.  He just hadn’t shown up for work one day and I found out later that he’d had a difficult divorce, quit his job, and gone on to start his own business.  He seemed nervous at first, but after a few minutes of awkward chit-chat Lance asked me if I would like to join him for a cup of coffee.  I’d always liked him and felt sorry for the way his life had gone bad so suddenly.  And there’d been so much office gossip about his leaving so abruptly that I was curious about what had really happened to him.   

Once we sat down together at a nearby coffee shop, he began talking about old times at the office, and then he told me about his ex-wife and why she’d left him.  More relaxed now, he explained everything, going into more detail than I wanted to hear.  His wife told him that he’d lost interest in sex, and she’d found someone else.  He seemed lonely and asked questions about how everyone at the company was doing since he left.  As I got up to leave he said he was looking for something special for his new girlfriend and wondered if I would help him find just the right gift.  I agreed.  Why not?  I had plenty of time and he seemed to need someone to talk to.

After a few suggestions, I realized he was looking for something more personal than earrings or perfume.  As we walked past one of those sexy lingerie stores in the mall he asked if I might help him find something in there.  I felt a little uncomfortable but said yes.  In a few minutes it was clear that he knew nothing about women’s lingerie.  I gave him a crash course and we quickly progressed from dressy nightgowns to more revealing items. Before I knew it I was holding up a very short, revealing nightie against my body to show him how it might look on his girlfriend.  He smiled approvingly and bought it.  After having it gift wrapped, we left the store together.

Lance offered to walk me to my car in the parking lot, but I told him it wasn’t necessary.  He had a pained expression on his face as if he didn’t want to be alone and offered to buy me a drink at a nearby bar to show his appreciation for helping him find the present.   What could be the harm in a quick drink before coming home?  He’d always been nice to me at the office, and besides, I was beginning feel subtle warmth between my legs after spending nearly an hour surrounded by sexy see-through outfits with this man. 

I had a drink, and then another as he explained how lonely he’d been since his wife left him.  He was charming, and I’d forgotten how much I’d liked him.  We talked about long past office parties, and brought each other up on the latest news of mutual friends.  Time flew quickly, and by our third drink the bar was getting progressively more crowded and noisy, so I said I needed to go home.  As I got up to leave he picked up the gift-wrapped negligee and handed it to me.  He said that he really didn’t have a girlfriend and he’d just wanted to be with me for a few minutes.  

I felt embarrassed and tried to decline, but he insisted I take the gift.  I couldn’t bring myself to hurt his feelings, and finally said yes.  Then he stuttered and said he would really love to see me in it.  Wow!  I was flabbergasted.  I could feel the alcohol working.  The thought of posing for this attractive man in a flimsy nightgown seemed suddenly exciting.  I could feel moisture between my legs and my nipples begin to tighten.  Then I began to stammer, not able to find the right words to say no.

He quickly offered to take me to the motel nearby where he was staying.  I knew where this was leading, but to be honest by now I was really hot for this guy.  Besides, his wife left him because he was an inadequate lover.  Maybe he was on the level.  He did seem so needy and I’ve always been a sucker for lost dogs and stray kittens.   How could I reject this handsome man who obviously had a crush on me?

Minutes later I was in the motel bathroom getting ready to model the tiny, thoroughly transparent baby-doll he’d bought for me.  He handed me a cold beer and asked me to turn around a few times so he could fully appreciate my new gift.  I could feel my nipples stick out like eraser heads through the flimsy fabric and the lips of my vagina were so wet and swollen, I felt as if I had a golf ball between my legs.  My knees bent slightly and my thighs involuntarily turned outward as I slowly turned around and around for him.  As I moved, the soft, silken touch of the nightie against my skin felt like fingertips caressing me.   The drinks and the demands of my body seized possession of me.   I took several swallows of the beer and gave this man who I’d barely known before today a deluxe display of the revealing baby-doll nightie, and all of me in the process.  

He gave me a big smile, and then walked over and kissed me deeply.  I knew there was no turning back.  He rubbed my nipples and licked each breast tenderly through the fabric leaving a trail of wet spots as he went.  My whole body felt so electric, warm, and rubbery that I had to hold onto him to stay upright, as he helped me to the bed.  I watched him undress as I half sat, half lay on the covers.  He didn’t rush as I’d expected.  He undressed slowly, almost like a striptease act that only made my excitement more intense.  I began rubbing my breasts and inner thighs as I watched him unbutton his shirt taking longer to undo the next button than the one before.  My head was spinning as much as from the intoxication of the moment as the drinks.

Shyly, I peeked at him as he pulled down his boxer shorts revealing his erect penis.  It reminded me of a fireplug, so thick and heavy.  I could see the head of his penis was shiny with moisture.  This wasn’t the look of someone self-described as an inadequate lover.  I’d been conned but by now I didn’t care.  The lips of my vagina were so swollen and dripping that my thighs pulled wider apart so that my knees pointed to the sides.  I no longer had control of myself.  My body was begging to share my moisture with his.

He began with passionate kissing.  His hands were all over my body, fondling my breasts, tweaking my nipples and gently touching my swollen clit which was like a raw nerve of pleasure. He allowed his tongue to explore my thighs and pussy lips.  He said that he hadn’t had made love in six months and that he’d been dreaming of me since he’d left the job.  My body spoke for me as I spread my legs wide open, thrust my hips forward, and offered him all of me.  I felt like a high school girl having sex for the first time.  I could feel my pussy throbbing in response to his exploring tongue.

My body was now in complete control; my mind was on automatic pilot.  “Suck my pussy more, please, suck it hard,” I heard my voice plead to him.  

He responded willingly, vigorously.  First he alternately licked and sucked my swollen clit as I moaned encouragement.  Then he put first one, then two fingers deep inside my pussy.  The feeling was intense, almost overwhelming.

He looked at me, kissed me on the lips so that my pussy juices mixed with his saliva, and then he whispered softly to me, "I’ve waited so long for this moment." He couldn’t have said anything that would have made me hotter.  I felt a mixture of emotions: love, lust, passion and confusion. The words penetrated to some previously untouched inner core of my belly.  

I just blurted out, "Put it in, please!  Fuck me.  Fuck me hard." 

He gently teased me by rubbing the head of his engorged dick against my pussy lips.  I’d never seen a dick that thick before.  It was so much bigger than yours my darling husband that I felt like a virgin again.  Then he gently spread my legs farther apart and slowly inserted it into my swollen wet pussy.  I had to spread my legs as wide as possible to accommodate that huge thing.  He entered me slowly so I could take deep breaths to relax enough to allow all of him in me.  

Our first lovemaking was gentle and tender. His thrusts began slowly as if he wanted to savor each moment.  I gave involuntary gasps each time he advanced into me.  Then I wanted him to pump faster and harder even if it hurt.  I’d lost all inhibitions.  I know I was screaming as the force of his thrusts increased, demanding more and more from him.  Harder and harder we fucked, his balls slamming against my ass so hard you could hear the slapping sound echo around the room.  Feverishly I began meeting his thrusts against me, pulling at his ass, and alternating between moaning and gasping for air. 

After almost an eternity of fucking, he started to groan and I knew he was ready to cum.  I could feel the head of his dick swell inside and begin to throb.  I squeezed my raw vaginal muscles as he came.  He yelled with ecstasy, and then collapsed beside me.  As he withdrew, I felt a gob of his cum ooze out of me.  I felt delightfully naughty as his cum overflowed and trickled down the curve of my ass and onto the bed.  He poured such a river of cum into me that he truly must have been saving it for six months.

After a few minutes we just lay together in bed and talked about what had happened between us.  As we spoke his dick, still engorged and wet, lay only inches away from my red and swollen pussy lips.  He asked me if it was good and I laughed and asked what he thought.

He smiled, and then kissed me long and hard as he pinched and rotated my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.  My vagina, wet with his cum, responded like an open wound of pleasure.  His cock was again eager and aggressive.  He rolled me on my back again, pushed my legs high in the air, and pressed the head of his cock against my pussy.  I let out an involuntary shout of pain and ecstasy.   

I was totally surprised and could only gasp, "AGAIN?  "You want to fuck again?  Don't you want to rest a little longer?" 

He smiled and said, “I’ve waited so long for this.  Once is only the beginning." 

I felt him push the head of his dripping dick into my raw vagina, and then he was inside me again.  The feeling was inexpressibly intense. 

Now he wanted to talk.  He asked if he was bigger than my husband's dick.  Of course he knew it was, and I answered, "Yes...oh yes, much larger." 

"Is it better??????" He demanded, teasing me. 

"Yes, yes, much better.....I love it!!!... Now make love to me again...,” I begged. 

The wet, open wound that was my pussy was ready for him this time.  His speed increased with each teasing word he spoke, his cock pumping in and out of my cunt like a pile driver.  Surely people in adjacent rooms could hear me screaming with pleasure and the slapping of their bodies as his cock drove deeper and deeper into me. 

I screamed, "Oh darling, I'm cumming... I'm cumming...!" 

He grunted and drove harder, and again he filled me with his cum. Never had I felt so much hot cum inside my body.  It was pouring down my legs, over my ass, and onto the already wet sheets. Where did he get it all? Six months of cum saved just for me.  Our sweaty bodies entwined, and we collapsed against each other in total exhaustion. 

What seemed like only minutes later he whispered to me, "Let's try doggy this time!" My desire was spent, but I offered no resistance at all.  I let him do whatever he wanted with my body.  My pussy was so slippery from his semen, I became his willing victim.  Now, I took orders only from the inflamed core of my body.    

He started slowly and at first I was so spent that I just let things happen, but then I went crazy. I arched my back, raised my head and allowed him to fuck me furiously.  I was no more than a sexual animal, a bitch in heat.  I had one orgasm, then another... and another. They were coming so fast I couldn't keep track. 

I was panting, screaming like a wild woman out of control. It was the best fuck of my life.  His orgasm shortly followed, accompanied by loud guttural groans. Afterwards we hugged and passionately kissed again. His tongue was expertly darting in and out of my mouth as I panted for breath. 

At last I got up and got a bottle of mineral water from the night stand.  I drank deeply and came back and offered the bottle to him.  I noticed that he kept staring at my wet, matted pussy as I was standing beside the bed. I was no longer self-conscious of being naked in front of this man who was no longer a stranger to me. 

He gently touched my wet, dripping pussy and then told me, "Your pussy lips are so swollen and shiny. No wonder they felt so good." 

In a teasing gesture, I pretended to cover my wetness with my two hands and tried to look embarrassed. 

He said, "I love that pose!" 

Unashamed, I stared down by his naked body and noticed that his penis had become flaccid. I held it tenderly in my hands, then kissed and licked it like a kitten lapping milk from a bowl.  Then I knew it was time for me to go.

When I left, I didn’t wash myself.  I wanted all of his semen inside me, on my legs and in the crack of my ass.  And I wanted you, my darling, to see what I’d done.  

My wife looked up at me from the chair.   “We’d talked so many times about me having sex with a stranger and embarrassed I always put you off.  I knew this was what you wanted and now I know that I will spend the rest of my life reliving it.”

“I knew that it was always your fantasy for me to come home with proof if I ever was fucked by another man. This near stranger I had given my body to totally said he would be leaving the country to start his new business.  But he asked if he could keep my clothes as a souvenir of our evening together, and I agreed.

He told me to go home in just the baby-doll outfit, no clothes and no shoes.  My great lover gave me his coat to cover me and said it was his gift to both of us.” 

The woman of my life looked into my eyes.  “I told him that I’d always wanted to fulfill the fantasy of fucking someone beside my husband and loving it.  It was fantastic but I didn’t plan it.  And I don’t feel guilty…it just happened.”

She looked up at me, exhausted but proud. “Darling, I love you.   After fulfilling our fantasy, I’m sore but still horny as hell.  Take me.  Take me now.  Please,” 

My wife pulled the flimsy piece of lingerie over her head and threw it on the floor. She stood up proudly on display before me and turned around and around as she must have before the stranger only an hour ago.  I looked at her, barefoot and naked.  Glistening cum mixed with her juices was dripping down her legs.  Her pussy was so red and swollen, it looked like a giant wound.  Her pussy hair was matted and soaked with cum.  I put my fingers to her pussy, and she shuddered in response.   Then I put my fingers to my lips and licked her juices mixed with this stranger’s cum.  

As we walked together to the bedroom, I was pinching her nipples and touching the moisture between her legs and tracing it down her ass.  Then I put my dick in the most magnificent pussy in the whole world and added my cum to it.  How hot and wet she felt.  Our sex had never been this good before. 

We slept late the next morning, and then talked about the unforgettable experience we shared together.  The three of us.