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Barb's Fantasy 3: Less is More

Barb's Fantasy 3: Less is More

Note to Readers: This is the third and final chapter in "Barb's Fantasy." The prior two will help you enjoy this but are not required. Matt and his wife, Barb, were enjoying the long-anticipated time together as their son left for college when Matt accidentally discovered his wife's fantasy and helped her live it. That opened the door to another and another as they rediscovered each other.

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Since last year, our son Mike and his fiancée, Betty, have been inseparable. It was almost as if we had a daughter-in-law already.

His boyhood friend, Jax, took Betty's sister, Veronica, to Amsterdam to meet his parents. He can't stop talking about her, and she is an amazing young woman.

Jax transferred to Veronica's university and made the swim team there. Mike and Jax were graduating in a few months and then probably getting married soon after, and, well, the game of life would start in earnest for them. It was an exciting and bittersweet time for Barb and me.

Barb's sleep was no longer disturbed by erotic dreams or longing for her one-time sexual partner--the fantasy I helped her live. In fact, that topic never came up again, as if it never happened. That was fine with me, truth be told. We were enjoying the empty nest and re-energizing our love life.Barb

Now, you are caught up. But the story wasn't over.

It was a typical evening. Barb and I had returned from the gym and a run. We dropped our clothes and jumped into the pool for a nude swim. It was one of the simple pleasures we enjoyed together.

Later, wrapped in our terrycloth bathrobes, we lounged on the couch and sipped excellent white wine, talking about our day. Today was exceptionally compelling because the gym was filled with young women. Evidently, a college volleyball tournament was in town, and our gym hosted the local team for a day or two before the competition. I knew this topic would come up because I knew Barb.

"What did you think of all those young beauties at the gym today?" she asked, teasingly.

I shrugged and replied, "Well, the lines to use the equipment were longer, I guess." As if a room full of young, sexy, and athletic women suddenly crowding out our gym would go nearly unnoticed by me. Barb rolled her eyes, and it was almost impossible not to notice them. In fact, it took a conscious effort to avert my eyes.

"You know, two of the girls there asked me if I knew you and if you were 'available.'" She informed me, almost in passing. My ears perked up, but I acted as if I didn't care.

I shrugged, "Oh? Who?" I asked, at last, refilling our glasses. Barb reached for hers, and her robe fell open slightly, exposing her a little, her breasts, her navel, and just below her bikini line. I knew it was a signal to me that she was feeling sexy because she made no move to cover up.

"The lanky redhead in the ponytail, her name was June, and later the tall black girl wearing a red bandana, Ida May--they were discreet but definitely checking you out." She grinned at me. Was she just putting me on? With Barb, it was hard to tell.

The redhead she mentioned was smoking hot, with large breasts for an athlete, in a tight-fitting sports bra, long legs, a little tomboyish, aggressive, but with a warm smile. Her face was freckled across her nose and cheeks, giving a fresh, youthful look.

The other girl was tall, sleek, and very dark-skinned, with bright eyes, delicate features, and a musical voice. At one point I had helped her restack a few weights, and she responded sweetly, "Thank you, baby..." in a way that made me melt.

"Oh, I didn't notice," I lied. I was not prone to imagination or creativity like Barb was. She knew I was surrounded by sexy young beauties, and did she think I didn't look? I braced myself for her to pretend to be jealous.

Barb raised an eyebrow skeptically and tugged at my robe, exposing my semi-hard dick, then began to run her fingers along its length, almost idly, as if she was unaware of the effect it would have on me. "Uh, Mm, Mmm, right... Didn't notice..." she scoffed, and I felt myself getting harder under her touch.

"I wonder what would have happened if I brought either of them or maybe both of them, home with me?" she pondered, in a disinterested voice that sounded like she was deciding if she wanted her eggs scrambled or in an omelet, not actually discussing setting her husband up with a younger woman or two for sex. My mind immediately pictured what one or both of them might look like naked, what it might be like to take them to bed. Maybe at the same time? I felt my dick jump a little, this time having nothing to do with Barb's touch.

It was a trap! Barb was trying to make me confess to what we both knew I'd thought about, but I was too crafty for her!

"Um, of course, you informed them that I was not only taken but completely happy with my wife AND fully convinced at how lucky I am," I said, holding Barb a little closer and slightly spreading my legs. Barb's fingers continued idly tracing over my dick, every once in a while exploring a line down to my balls, then up again along the shaft, feeling it swell and pulse to her touch. I kept my pubic hair trimmed these days, and my balls smooth--it made them very sensitive.

Barb shrugged, causing one of her breasts to peek out of her robe, exposing her erect nipple. "Perhaps. Or, perhaps I invited them to join us here after the game? The sultry June and exciting, exotic May, walking in at any moment, and on seeing us so naked and exposed on the couch, dropping their own clothes and joining us..." she said, absently. I felt my dick pulse again, and a clear droplet of pre-ejaculate formed at the tip. Barb smoothed it over the hard head of my dick--it felt marvelous.

"What would I do if two young, sexy, and enchanting women were to take my husband? Kissing him, their hands on his body, inviting him to explore theirs? Their young breasts, their clear, delicious skin? And eager lips?" she pondered as if to herself, but I felt her hand circle my shaft and start to tug my stiff dick gently. I started playing with her erect nipple, softly squeezing it, then massaging it, before letting my fingertips explore her entire breast. Barb inhaled sharply, then moaned softly with pleasure.

"Two fine, sexy young women, lusting after my husband? Maybe I'd sit back and watch as they took turns kissing you, biting your neck, and licking down your chest? You kiss one girl until she swoons and puts your hand on her breast, then you reluctantly turn and kiss the other girl as she takes your hand and rubs it along her inner thighs." Barb sighed as if describing an event she'd actually witnessed.

I was really enjoying this, her hand slowly stroking me, her story captivated me, and I leaned over and kissed her neck. "And then what?" I asked. Barb moaned with delight, pausing for a moment. She continued:

"June stretches a long, silky, sexy leg across your chest, putting her nearly hairless pussy right near your face. You reach out with your tongue, but she moves just beyond your reach. You can see her smooth pussy, so wet, so hot, and the scent is sweet and wild, so tantalizing, you can't wait to taste her. She moves closer, then as you reach for her again, she moves out of the way. Teasing you, tempting you, driving you wild. You try to get up, but she pins you down with her powerful legs."

"Mmmm, what's May doing?" I ask.

"May? She kisses her way down your chest, lingering at your nipple, biting and lightly chewing on it, before continuing down to your belly button. She then takes your dick into her hands and rubs it on her face." Barb told me, dreamily, still gently tugging at my dick, now wet with pre-cum.

"You can feel May's hard nipples along the inside of your thighs. I saw that she was slipping two fingers deep into her pussy, massaging her clit with her thumb. Her other hand is around the base of your dick, her tongue licking the wet, swollen head. Your dick throbs and gets even harder."

"Mmm, yes." I moan, enjoying the direction this story is taking.

"June slowly lowers her hot pussy closer to your mouth, and you smell her strong, feminine scent. You kiss her pussy, tasting her for the first time. She tastes wonderful," Barb described.

"You want her, don't you, Matt?" Barb said, pulling back slightly and grinning at me wickedly. "You want that tight young pussy in your face? Tell me." Barb insisted.

"Yes, I want her young pussy in my face. I'd like to taste it for myself," I admitted. Barb's teasing of my now hard cock increased slightly. I'd lost the game by confessing my lust for these girls, and Barb would now take her victory lap. She grinned, then murmured into my ear, "Good boy."

Barb continued her tale.

"June lowers herself slowly. When her belly button is at your lips, you kiss her navel, eliciting a soft moan of pleasure, before she moves again. June puts a leg on each side of your head, trapping you, letting you see her soft, wet pussy lips slightly parted, so close to your face. This time, you move forward, and she does not pull away, letting your tongue make contact with her ready sex. You licked the tender skin of her inner thigh, then planted kisses around her smooth, wet pussy. June gasps, and her body trembles, moving closer to you. She can feel your hot breath on her, and her anticipation is climbing. You lick her pussy lips, then gently nuzzle your face into her, kissing and nibbling around her moistening pussy."

My breathing was getting heavier, and I felt my climax building. Barb maintained her excruciatingly slow tease, backing off and then starting again, my dick and shaft now slick with pre-cum. I tried to reach for my cock, but she pushed my arm away, so I instead put my hand on her inner thigh and started a slow, light, soft massage up to her own wonderful pussy. I knew it would be wet and ready. I tried to penetrate the soft folds with my fingers, but she pulled back. Evidently, I was only allowed to touch the outer skin at this point. I let my fingers find her hard little clit, using her own wetness to massage it tenderly. Barb inhaled sharply. "Yes, oh, yes, like that," she whispered, then continued her story.

"June starts to cry out, soft little whispers of pleasure, quiet desperate pleadings for a sweet release. Her body trembles as your tongue parts the lips of her hot pussy. She moaned louder, involuntarily, when your tongue brushed her erect and prominent clit. As you work your tongue on her, June's entire body becomes restless, driving her pussy into your face. You push your tongue into her deeply, and her body is shaking with pleasure as she's close to losing control."

As was I, Barb must have sensed it because she moved her fingers down to my balls and rolled them around, and even as my dick was throbbing, spilling out spurts and splashes of hot, clear fluid, I felt so close to release, like dancing on the edge of a volcano, but Barb held me back. I decided to get her as close as I was to climaxing, echoing her teasing and denial, mirroring her relentless edging of my orgasm, until she relinquished control and let me climax. I brushed my fingertips over her clit again, the slick wetness providing sweet friction, and listened to her breathing, feeling her body twitch and writhe at my touch, even as she fought to continue her story.

"June's sexy, athletic body writhes and twists as she arches her back, accentuating her magnificent breasts, which rise and fall as her breath comes in gasps. She screams, clamping her silky soft but muscular thighs around your head, her body thrashing uncontrollably as an intense orgasm washes over her. Now, with her pussy pressing into your face, you continue your oral assault on her sensitive clit, thrusting your tongue into her hot tunnel over and over, holding her legs until she nearly collapses and rolls off you. You get one last kiss on her soaking pussy before her exhausted body sinks into the couch."

Barb tensed up, then exhaled, as if her body was living the story as she told it. I was so close to climaxing myself that it was difficult to sense where Barb was if she snuck an orgasm in when I was distracted, even a tiny one.

Barb took a deep breath. My cock had been hard now for almost 40 minutes, almost painfully so, and my shaft was dripping wet, slick, and rigid. Barb circled my shaft with her hand, tugging gently. I thought this was a sign she would let me come, but instead, she brought me closer, then as my body tensed, she pulled away again. I felt the urgency to climax fade slightly. Oh, so close!

After a moment, Barb continued.

"May was still working on your swelling cock, licking down the thick shaft, her hot mouth taking in one ball, then delicately releasing it and moving to the other. She'd lick up your shaft, kissing the head, sucking it momentarily, then release it and let it flop against your abdominal muscles with a wet slap. After watching June's powerful orgasm, she looks up at you, grinning."

Barb continued as she imitated the voices of each girl: "'Was he as good as Barb told us?' young May asks. June breathlessly replies, 'Oh, yes, so talented, so sexy!'" Barb said, then added, "June slips down and, for a few moments, joins May in orally exploring your masculine, erect penis and balls with her hot lips and soft tongue before reluctantly slipping back on the couch to watch, offering to May, 'Try him for yourself!'"

I gasped. The visual Barb painted was incredibly erotic, and her soft, sensual voice made the fantasy all the more vivid.

Barb gripped my shaft lightly and started these long, slow strokes, tantalizingly delicate, her hand sliding in the wet fluid that dripped out of my cockhead almost continuously now. I was close to begging her to let me come. Sensing that I was nearing my climax, she continued.

"May grabs your head in her hands and rolls backward onto the floor, pulling your face to her hot but neglected pussy and wrapping her legs around your head in one smooth motion. 'Baby, show Mama what you can do! Eat me, baby, just like that, deep inside me...' she says while lifting her hips and pushing your head down."

"Barb, don't I get to..." I whimpered. Certainly, I would get to fuck one or both, right?

"Hush, baby! Do you want me to finish or not?" she asked, momentarily pausing her action on my cock. Her voice was sweet, but I could tell she was as interested in finishing as I was. This was a new dynamic, Barb in charge, and an exciting one.

"Please finish!" I pleaded.

"OK, no more interruptions!" she warned, grinning.

"Neither June's nor May's pussies are unknown to college men. In fact, as modern women, they are both accustomed to frequent hookups and spontaneous, urgent encounters with teammates and classmates. Eager and hot-blooded young men abound. But you, husband, are a mature, experienced, and skilled lover. Perhaps their first?" Barb breathed the words into my ear. Suddenly I was duty-bound to enlighten these nubile and innocent maidens.

Barb was getting excited now, her voice taking on an edge. "May grinds her wet pussy into your face, no teasing or subtlety, more of a desperate need of a young, fiery woman to get off. She squeals and lets out a gasp of unbridled delight as your talented tongue brings her to a powerful orgasm. May squirms and thrashes as her climax rips through her, and it's clear her young body is not prepared for the oral talents of a distinguished and worldly grown man like yourself. She tries to wrestle herself away, but you hold on, even as another cry of sheer delight bursts forth from her! Finally, she rolls over and straddles your head, her eyes clenched against the unrestrained ecstasy you bring to her. At last, a sharp yelp of triumph rings out from her, and she collapses like a limp doll onto the floor, her body spent." Barb's eyes were shining, her body undulating in sync with her story.

"Ugh," I groaned in lustful frustration. It was delightful torture to endure. Barb was holding me hostage, teasing release, only to laugh when I pulled against my chains. She knew it, too.

"After a few long moments, May opens her eyes and looks around, as if unsure where she is. Her glance settles on you, my husband, and then understanding lights her gaze. She smiles and wearily rises up to join June and me on the couch, all of us watching as you pant like a dog and grit your teeth in lustful infatuation. Your need for release is excruciating. It's written all over you..." Barb flashed an evil grin.

Oh, god, I was so close! Barb's fingers danced and tingled the skin of my cock, each touch electrifying. I felt the point of no return so close, so tantalizingly close. I was torn as to whether I should surrender to it and the sweet, explosive release it promised or hold off a moment longer until Barb finished her tale.

I was kissing and nibbling her neck. A few times she turned her head, and we kissed. I still had one hand around Barb's shoulders, idly playing with her erect nipple. The other was still teasing and playing with her soaking wet pussy, but each time I tried to push things, to get her close to climaxing, she'd pull away. She was completely controlling this encounter and my orgasm in the most delightful and frustrating way imaginable. I felt like my entire body was ready to erupt.

"I look at June and May, and both grin back at me, the unspoken acknowledgment between women that you are a uniquely gifted man and lover, and they know how lucky I am to have you. 'You had the appetizer, ladies--thank you for getting him ready. Now, it's Mama's turn for the main course!' I'd tell them." Barb put her lips on my ear and whispered, "I remove my clothes and, nude, lie down next to my husband. You pull me close, moving between my legs like a powerful athlete, penetrating me deeply, taking your place as my lover, my husband." She concluded, "Then for the next half hour, we show them what a loving, married couple looks like, unrestrained sensual delights, unguarded erotic exhilaration, and finally, a simultaneous and rapturous orgasm!"

She started stroking my cock in earnest, and I was so close I was afraid to move. My muscles tense, and my hips thrust up involuntarily. Then my orgasm hit me like a thunderbolt! Hot, powerful jets of semen shot into the air, arcing over our bodies and landing with a wet splash on my face, my chest, and my arms. Over and over I felt the muscular contractions squeeze and release as my orgasm wracked my body. I was aware that Barb was biting my ear, her hot breath on the side of my face, as I slowly finished ejaculating.

I felt slightly dizzy, as if my entire body had an orgasm for the first time like I had exploded into a million stars, my semen shooting from me like a thick rope, covering my skin in a hot, sticky cocoon. As my head cleared, I vaguely recalled that Barb had been humping her pussy on my hand and had climaxed with me. The intensity was unexpected. Mind-blowing.

Barb leaned over and kissed me, tentatively at first, then with more passion. I was still in awe of the fact I had come so intensely from a handjob. Well, that and Barb's storytelling prowess.

Feeling myself recovering, I asked, "What happened to the girls?"

Barb grinned and replied, "They watched us make love. I could hear them talking to each other, amazed at what two older married people could accomplish sexually. They may have even masturbated while watching us. After we finished, the four of us jumped into the pool, and the girls and I took turns teasing you, kissing you, and getting you aroused again. For me, of course. Once you had recovered and were hard, they excused themselves, thanked us, and left. You and I retired to the bedroom for a more private, but no less intense, evening."

 

I grinned and took her hand, leading her to our bedroom.

******

A few days later, I was helping Barb at the sink when she casually told me, "You left the radio on in the basement."

I started down the stairs to turn it off when I wondered how she knew. I heard nothing, even at the stairs. "Barb? Can you hear the radio?" I asked, "How?" She indicated that I should join her at the sink, and then she put her elbows on the edge and nodded to me to do the same. As soon as I did, I could make out the radio playing downstairs. I stood up, and the sound was gone. Barb saw my confusion and pointed to a vent under the cabinet.

"I think this vent leads directly over the couch downstairs. I could hear everything said there--it was my superpower when the boys were growing up," she confessed, grinning slyly.

"You mean...," I started, my thoughts catching up to her admission.

"Yes, I've heard the boys talk about sex, masturbation, girls, and even as they made up stories about having somewhat clumsy sex with me," she informed me. "Hundreds of very graphic fantasies involving my sexy clothes that day, or seeing my breasts, my ass, and everything." She sighed. "Since they learned what "tits" were..."

"Why didn't you say something?" I asked, concerned, "I could have had a talk..."

Barb smiled, "And reveal my secret superpower? Well, the truth is that it made it easy to keep tabs on Mike and make sure he wasn't falling in with a bad crowd. I mean, at first, when they were young, it was kind of cute, a little funny, these unschooled young men trying to sound worldly about sex and women." She grinned, remembering, "Each trying to one-up the other in terms of sexual bravado, or maybe just vivid fantasy."

"It sounds vulgar. Disrespectful," I noted, concerned about how it may have hurt Barb's feelings. Or worse.

"A little, certainly." She admitted. "It was also charming, so awkward and silly. I was even a little flattered." Barb sighed, then whispered to me, "Later, when they were young men, all the dirty talk, the descriptions of what they would do to a woman if they ever actually got one, and she was willing, was kind of a turn-on," she confessed, sheepishly.

I must have looked shocked. Barb rolled her eyes and said, "Oh, come on! You don't watch porn scenes you would never, ever do in real life? Secret, wild, and extreme fantasies that you never share? I just shared one with you. Is it that unusual for a woman to want a group of young, virile, and eager men lined up to sexually please her?"

"No, of course not." I assured her, then I thought for a moment, then asked, "Lined up?" incredulously.

Barb shot me a sly, evil grin. "Yes. Once the bravest, sexiest young man seduced me, convinced me to show him my breasts, and take his penis into my married belly. Once I took the first one, the rest would strip down, hard cocks filling that basement, eagerly lining up to lose their virginity." She added, "They said, 'To the hottest MILF in town.'" She described the whole scene so calmly, clinically, as if describing a play or a picnic. I noticed her breathing was increasing as she recalled each event.

"I'd been listening for so long, it kind of became a fetish, a kink for me. Hearing a room full of young men talk about sex, each trying to one-up the others, very imaginative descriptions too."

"Like, for instance?" I prompted her, now genuinely curious.

"There was this one Halloween, a few years ago..." Barb started, then paused. I held her close. I knew she was feeling vulnerable, and I wanted to hear this. "Go on, tell me..." I prompted.

Barb inhaled deeply, then, seemingly convinced I was prepared, shared her deepest, most erotic secret with me. "Mike's friend Bob dressed up like a cheerleader: a team uniform, short skirt, big balloon boobs, slutty make-up, hair--I think he even shaved his legs (he had NICE legs!), the works! The guys all had a laugh, but Bob really played the part!"

I snorted. Yeah, I remembered that. I had to do a double-take because his costume was extreme and unexpected. Boys being boys.

Barb continued, slowly, quietly. "Well, the boys all gathered in our basement. I was listening in case they snuck alcohol or something with them. I could hear Bob flirting in his falsetto voice, 'Hi boys, I'm Geraldine!' Bob told them in a sultry, sexy way. "She" vamped around, and I could hear her teasing them, 'Do you like my big boobs?' and 'Oh, your hands feel so good on my ass!' stuff like that. The guys were catcalling and laughing, making crude comments. It was pretty rude but harmless."

"Yeah, the boys did like to horse around," I concurred.

"Then, I heard Bill, you remember his brother, Bill? Always kind of a bad boy, always in some trouble, he started getting more graphic, more vulgar, and much more sexual. 'Blow me, Gerald Deen!' Bill, mocking her name, jeered at her, and she replied, 'I might choke on such a small chicken bone!' They guys laughed, but Bill was undeterred," Barb said.

She backed into me, pressing her ass into my groin as she spoke.

Barb went on, even mimicking the boy's voices. "'Come on, Gerald DEEN, show the guys how you suck my cock!' Bill sneered while the guys ribbed her to go ahead, and some of them teased Bill that he would never get a real girl, and there were a lot of sexual or just dirty insults flying around."

I remembered how aggressive they could be, especially Bill. He always seemed the ringleader. I never saw them behave so roughly around real women, but with Bob playing up the slutty act, they seemed to let loose all decorum.

"Juvenile little shits... And that Bill kid, he was always trouble," I grumped under my breath.

Barb continued. "Then, I heard Bill tell everyone, 'If she doesn't suck my cock, I'll fuck her up the ass!' And I could hear the sounds of a scuffle and Bob's fake voice protesting, then playing along with being fucked. Bill was very vocal and very descriptive, and the boys were calling out, 'Yeah, fuck that whore! Fuck her good,' and Bob, amazingly, kept up his act in his falsetto voice, 'Oh, your cock is so big! Fuck me, big boy!'"

I was astonished that telling this story had aroused Barb, but it was clearly the case. As she spoke, her bottom rubbed against my cock, stimulating me, and I was semi-hard in no time.

"Bill was such a bad boy!" Barb observed, but the way she said it gave me pause.

Barb was breathing heavily now as she leaned over the sink and pulled her shorts to the side. I realized I was rock-hard and quickly dropped my own shorts, letting my dick spring free. I unobtrusively felt her pussy, so very wet now, and positioning my dick at the entrance, pushed in. Barb gasped, saying, "Oh, god, yes!" and we started to get a rhythm going quickly.

Between my thrusts, Barb continued, "It sounded like a real gangbang. Bob's Geraldine voice kept encouraging Bill, and he and the others called out, 'Fuck her!' and 'Come on her tits! Come on her ass!' or made sounds like they were really having sex, taking turns banging an eager slut, their shared virginity lost, shooting hot semen all over."

Barb gripped the countertop. I could tell she was climaxing. I felt her muscular contractions on my cock even as I pounded her pussy rougher than I expected, my own lust and need surprisingly intense. It wasn't long before I came, filling her pussy with my hot seed, feeling it pump deep inside her, then seep out with each new thrust.

I grunted, and Barb sighed. I held her close until my last contraction faded. I could feel my dick deflating and slipping out of her flooded pussy, followed by a stream of sticky semen running down her legs and splashing on the floor.

Barb's voice was soft, but her tone was revealing her unsatiated arousal. She continued, "It sounded like a real sexual party--a group of young men, a slutty woman, rough, obscene, indecent. I had an orgasm without even touching myself." She sighed. "How hot it would be to have so many young men using me for their pleasure..."

I gasped, shaking my head. I never expected to learn that she could have a fantasy so extreme, almost violent... Barb must have sensed my concern. She scoffed, reaching for my dick and exposing it, starting to get hard again from her tale and erotic recollection. "You're no prude. Did you expect any less from me after almost 25 years of marriage?" She pulled my hand to her dripping pussy and then purred, "Oh, yes, just like that! Yeah, oh, baby, yeah..." I started to massage her pussy, even as she continued describing her fantasy.

"A cluttered, dimly lit room, I'm lying on my back, torn clothes, my legs spread, my breasts and pussy exposed, a rough young man pounding his cock into me, grunting and filling me with his hot, viscous seed. Another man, naked, stroking his cock, eager for his turn. The room was full of brawny, strapping men, some naked, sweaty muscles flexing, stroking their hard, throbbing cocks, and calling out, 'Fuck that whore!', 'Give it to that slut!', and 'Come in that wanton cunt!'" Barb described, breathing heavily now, that she was close.

I plunged my fingers into her pussy, feeling my semen run down my wrist, even as she squirmed and pushed my hand deeper. Having her share something so intimate, so personal with me, was making me crazy with desire. The sexy story was unnerving to hear--yet arousing. The open confession of her secret desire was blowing my mind.

Breathlessly, she continued, "Each of them longed for me, wanted me, lusted for me, but even as they took their place between my legs, fucking me, climaxing, grunting, and filling me with hot semen, they had no thought for me, even as they desired me. I was a sex toy, a nameless whore, slutty but anonymous." She gasped, her body squirming against mine.

She continued, urgently, "I had no choice. I was helpless, submissive, and under their abject control. Used, but guiltless, blameless, not in control of my own body. They didn't notice that as each cock plunged into me and pumped me full, I had orgasm after orgasm until it felt like one continuous, body-wrenching sexual climax! Oh, oh! OH YES!"

Gasping, screaming wordlessly, Barb came on my hand powerfully. I had to hold her up from falling. It was an intense, electric moment for us both. I held her until her breathing slowed, and she steadied herself. "Are you OK?" I asked, genuinely concerned, even as I was aroused.

She nodded, then added, "So many times I listened to youthful erotic fantasies, having no idea of the effect their immature and lusty musings were having on me." Barb admitted, "It feels good to tell someone." She glanced at me gratefully. "Those boys..." She sighed, exasperated.

"Even our son Mike?" I asked before I could stop myself.

Barb shook her head. "It was just male voices, no faces. In my fantasy, they were all strangers. Typically, when the boys talked about sex, I mostly tuned out individuals.

Barb sighed again, then said, "Mike was a young man, like the rest, given to succumbing to peer pressure. He did what he could to defend my honor and protect my dignity. He'd shame the other boys, saying, 'She'd probably be bored with your weak pecker before you even shot your load,' or 'I'd bet she'd never feel your joint, needle-dick!' When it got too intense, he would get them to go outside or involve them in a game. He navigated the social stigma well, never getting branded as a momma's boy. He was always very clever and still is."

"I agree, Mike is our smart boy," I added, feeling proud of how we raised him.

Barb then added, "There was one voice, one young man, who described his chance, even if imaginary, sexual encounter with me in more tender terms. He would admonish the other boys to show respect and allow me dignity, even as they used their young cocks to ravage my pussy one after the other."

I knew who she was referring to even before she said his name. "Jax," I said. Barb nodded.

"Yes, it was Jax. As long as he was there, all that sex talk was more like a youthful fantasy than a vulgar threat. The other boys were reduced to empty boasting, hardly worth getting upset over. Isn't that odd?" She added. "Perhaps that's when I started to see him as a special young man, not one of the others."

She whispered, "When Jax talked about making love to me, well, let's be honest, fucking me, it sounded sensual, and it triggered, well, an arousal in me. It got me hot, I'll admit."

I was silent, but my mind raced. She had not mentioned Jax in a sexual context in over a year. Barb took a deep breath, breaking the silence.

"Jax was just an erotic fantasy, harmless, maybe a little exciting. Even innocent, right?" She prompted me. "But, when the stars aligned, once in a million years, the opportunity was there..." She paused.

Then she turned and hugged me. "In the end, it just reminded me of what I had and am lucky to have."

Not being a smart man, I found myself asking, "What was the story with the girls, June and May?"

Barb grinned. "Just a fantasy, that one all for you. And you seemed to like it," she noted. "I enjoyed the effect my imagination had on you."

"Can I fuck them next time?" I joked. "You know, the next time you tell it. This time, describe my lady-pleasing, ten-inch-long cock. I mean, it's a fantasy, right?"

Barb rolled her eyes, saying, "You never needed to rely on any insecure enhancements to be an incredible lover, lover." On hearing that, I grinned, despite myself. I held her close, feeling her body against mine.

"Matt," she added. "I'm not sure I can describe my husband making love to another woman, even in a story. It's too... intimate, maybe unbelievable, at least to me."

Barb could see that I was about to accuse her of a double standard. I mean, on top of everything else, I literally arranged for her to have a dalliance with a young man. However, before I could open my mouth and say something stupid, she kissed me. Probably saving me, in truth.

Barb quoted her favorite poem as if it were magic: "His smell, that of summer and sweat--the result of hard work--and his soap is like a pheromone, drawing me in, wanting to devour him, making him MINE. He IS my world. When he looks at me, the lust and love in his eyes make me feel like the young, desirable woman with a toned body and an hourglass figure I once was."

She held me close. "Matt, perhaps when you saw me with a younger man, you saw yourself as you were once. That's not unusual for men. But when I picture a younger woman, the way you look at her? I only see my own flaws."

I knew better than to argue--this was not an intellectual debate. There was no "winning." I held her close, almost to reassure her, just in case.

"I can't put it into words, Matt, but the thought of a younger woman taking my place in our bed doesn't excite me--it just gets under my skin." Her body trembled, emphasizing her words. "Maybe it's jealousy, maybe I don't like the idea of a rivalry? Perhaps any comparison to a younger woman triggers my insecurities?" she confided in me. I hugged her close, even as she finished, "You're mine, mister. MINE, in my fantasies, even in yours."

I thought for a moment: her fantasies and mine were very different--hers were about losing control, mine perhaps about taking it. Mars and Venus, I thought. It was enough to accept it, but it didn't stop me from teasing her a little as a parting shot.

"But what about June and May?" I asked jovially and pouted to make my point.

Barb rolled her eyes again as if frustrated that I needed it explained. "I invented them to get you ready for ME, not to satisfy you," she asserted. "It worked, too."

It did. She was indeed clever. I looked at her with new admiration and kissed her.

Barb shrugged, "Write your own fantasy if you want," she offered, smiling, taking my hand and leading me to our bedroom.

Maybe there was no need--I was already living mine.

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