First Fantasy Fulfilled

There she lay exhausted, physically and emotionally spent. Her body was covered in thin layer of perspiration, her breast were rising and falling in perfect synchronization with the pulsating, throbbing contraction of her recently fucked pussy. I stare at her from across the room still in the pre-orgasmic frenzy of lust taking in the sight of my wife and the unfolding play of a fantasy sometimes whispered and often screamed for years between us in the safe environment of our bedroom.

With my eyes closed approaching the throws of a full-body, muscle-contracting orgasm, I have seen this fantasy vividly hundreds of times before. But now, sitting in the chair of my hotel room in only my boxers, dick hard, heart racing, trying with my entire mind to comprehend the flood of emotions that were taking me from opposite extremes of jealousy and overwhelming horniness, I can’t help but wonder what my wife is feeling.

This is the part where I enter the scene, thus far relegated to the role of not-so-casual off stage observer. As I stand, my legs quivering from the flush of adrenaline generated from my voyeurism, I walk towards my wife, her eyes still closed, still panting. I gaze at her, randomly shifting my focus from her head to her toes following the gentle curves that make women appear both sexy and demure. My attention is now focused on the slow dribbling trail of sperm being forced out by the rhythmic contraction of my wife’s flower…my heart skips a beat as my already strained erection leaps in excitement.

Sarah walks over on cue to my wife’s bedside. She has long manicured nails, French-tipped just as I have asked. She is wearing a black lacy bra that is barley holding in her ample breasts; they are seemingly spilling over the low-cut bra cup. Her long, straight, dark hair and matching olive complexion have my mind racing thinking about the silhouette of her dark areola and the contrast created between her dark pubic hair and the soft pastel pink of her labia.

Sarah’s hand reaches out and gently glides its manicured finger tip around my wife’s breasts beginning at the far edge that is gently shifted toward the outside for her body as she lies still on her back breathing less deeply now as her orgasm subsides. Sarah is whispering to my wife praises of her beautiful feminine form.

“Your breasts are so beautiful and your nipples are so large and sexy. I can’t wait to tease them with my mouth.”

My wife lies perfectly still, her hands still bound above her head tied firmly around the headboard. The blind fold has done its trick by not allowing my wife to see her suitors. 

I walk to the other side of my wife and I whisper in her ear how much I love her and how sexy she looks lying there. She reaches her neck forward in an attempt to kiss my lips. The kiss is gentle seemingly conveying her love for me despite the fact that another mans cum is still trickling from her pussy. She then slowly opens the kiss, her tongue gently dancing across my lips, making love to my tongue at a slow passionate pace.

As I pull away from her, Sarah has positioned herself on the bed so that her gentle, gliding, feather-like touch is now being played across both of my wife’s breast in ever decreasing concentric circles towards her fully erect dark nipples. I know my wife very well sexually. I can sense the anticipation she is feeling in her breast as she aches for release that will only come as her nipples are drawn into a warm mouth and sucked like a lust-hungry teenager. Sarah plays her role perfectly, her coy, despondent manner only works to further enflame my wife’s burning lust as her breathing begins to increase and her pussy begins the anticipation of contractions matching the passionate sucking of her nipples that will come.

The scene is more that I can handle. The front of my boxer’s are soaked with the pre-cum associated with a long-held erection. I reach down through the front of my boxer’s and gently grasp my cock and give it a quick, fuck-like stroke. With my fingers I gather up a taste of the salty pre-cum and lick it lustingly from my finger tips.

It has now been a good 15-minute’s since John shot his load in my wife’s aching pussy; her first experience with another mans cock in over 10-years. The scene must have been more than John had seen or been apart of because there was already life coming back in to his flaccid, cum drained cock. 

It was less that an hour ago that John had first began fondling my wife as she lay motionless on the massage table, disguising the horniness that enveloped her with each deep, muscle-relaxing stroke across her back. She thought John was the hotel masseur, not knowing that I was putting into action a fantasy long held between us. John’s first move was to gently take the massage farther past the towel with ever increasing boldness across my wife’s ass until his “deep tissue massage” was fully caressing her beautiful rounded cheeks.

Being somewhat unassuming, my wife livened up a bit as she realized that the massage had crossed a line of innocence. She tensed up slightly as to make John aware that she was uncomfortable. 

As if responding to a verbal inquiry, John said “Are you uncomfortable? I thought this is what you wanted?” 

My wife responded, “Actually, I think you are going a little too far.”

John responds by quickly darting his fingers down in the crevasse of my wife’s stunning ass and straight in to her thoroughly wet pussy saying, “You may think I’ve gone too far, but I could smell how wet you were from up here.”

Shocked and aroused my wife tries to sit-up as John drives his fingers in her pussy with one hand and holds her back down with the other.

“My husband will be coming out of the shower any second. You have to stop. Please!”

It was at this point that the fantasy began for my wife. I walked out of the bathroom fully dressed holding a blind-fold in one hand and a silk sash in the other in anticipation of tying my wife up and seeing her fucked on the bed before me.