It Was Just a Fantasy

I did not marry in white. It was second time round for both of us, so 'pure and virginal' made much less sense than the vibrant green of the short dress which my husband helped me choose, and which he absolutely loved on me.

The other thing is, I've never believed white suits me and I don't remember buying anything in the colour, other than sports socks. But that did not stop Charlie buying me white lingerie, weeks before the wedding. And I have to admit, it was beautiful. Instead of a suspender belt was a waspie with boning that made it stand six or eight inches above my waist, enhancing the softness of my creamy skin below it and my firm, smallish breasts above. The effect was given a touch of old-fashioned class by the stockings. From posh French brand Maison Close, they were curled top ones in a warm nude that felt fabulous on my newly moisturised legs. That first time I wore the set, the night I got back from my hen do, I didn't get as far as putting on the sweet little panties. Charlie's eyes almost popped with lust and, in an instant, he had gone down on me quickly and vigorously before I knelt up on the bed and he fucked me from behind in the same vigorous way. Not our usual thing -- a quick, hard bang like that -- but the success of his purchases (they all suited me very well) had made him super horny which made me in turn very receptive to my husband's lovely hard cock. I didn't have an orgasm that time but it was still a juicily satisfying experience -- and I brought myself to climax thinking about it the next day. 

Maybe that was what prompted him to buy me an off-white top last month. He had shown me an image on his phone, and I had not been convinced but he had ignored my reservations and ordered it anyway. 'I can always send it back if it doesn't suit you.' When it arrived, I was surprised at just how pretty it was, and I told him I would try it on when the time was right.

I should add, I had a second white item to try on that I had more or less forgotten about. It was another pair of stockings in another posh brand -- Agent Provocateur -- that his best friend had given him for me. He had bought a pair in bright white for his girlfriend and, just like me, she didn't like the colour. She had not even opened the packet but he was too late to get a refund. I liked the design of the packaging and they looked like lovely quality, but Charlie knows better than to put any pressure on me, so they had been put away -- again, for the right time.

That time came this morning, when I was rooting around in a box of dressy shoes and accessories. I came across a pair of high white heels that I have not worn for years. It made me smile to imagine how happy Charlie would be if he were to discover me wearing them out of the blue. They would look great against my long, tanned legs. That led me to think of the white waspie and that delicious, fast, bottom-slapping fuck ... and the new top he bought me ... and -- oh yeah! -- those unlikely white stockings his best mate's girl had spurned.

I found myself turned on, immediately. If it worked as I expected it would, Charlie would be beside himself with lust. He finds it hard enough to keep his hands off me when I'm in a dressing gown and slippers.

And so, what happened later, although I admit it was my doing, started with wanting to please my husband like a good, hot wife.

The other reason started with him too -- was started by him, really. I am by nature faithful, you see. I confess that I had sex with two guys during my first marriage but -- and this is crucial -- I only did it when I felt the relationship had broken down. On top of which, my first husband had already been with two women -- at least two that I knew of -- so I felt no guilt whatsoever. In fact, the change from dutiful, long-suffering housewife to sexy, confident woman was a joy. Released from obligation to my feckless, selfish husband, I thoroughly embraced the game, particularly the sneaking around and finding new places to be alone for half an hour with a lover.

The sex then was amazing, partly because it was forbidden, but also in the discovery of just how grateful men can be to an experienced and eager partner. Each of them would tell me how beautiful I was and do his level best to satisfy me. The first always wanted to go down on me and, over a few encounters, I trained him to do it just right so that I had an orgasm every time. It was often a knee trembler as I stood over his face in some dark field a few miles from home.

The other didn't fulfil me quite so consistently but he certainly did fill me! The first time we got together, we had been dancing close for a while and I was getting more and more into it. He led me off into a little side room of this bar, where we had a good long kiss. Then he impressed me with a sudden, clever trick: in a single movement, he turned me by the waist, lifted my short skirt and plunged his hand into my knickers. It felt exceptionally good to feel his fingers press against me and then, because I was nicely wet from the kissing, to feel two of them slip up inside me. I reacted instinctively and without thinking really, grinding against his skilled hand till I climaxed as quietly as I could.

And next time, his cock. It was very long, not something that I often think about, but, as I couldn't get it all in my mouth, I got a kick out of making it hard and enjoying its length with my tongue. It felt wonderfully naughty when he came into my pussy and then kept on coming in until he was sliding into me more deeply than ever.

Delicious! But you may be wondering what those two lovers have to do with today. Well, Charlie likes me to describe naughty things I have done in the past, prior to our relationship. Anything that I have enjoyed will be sure to turn him on, so he sometimes asks for specific details when we get in the mood together. His excitement gets me more excited, it's always the way. And, soon after we got married, he started fantasising with me about me enjoying another guy. We both found it very horny on quite a few occasions, especially when I let my imagination go and told him that I had allowed the other guy to please me orally but that I had saved the penetrative pleasure for him. That would lead to some lovely fucking, with my husband telling me how privileged he was to be the one satisfying me totally, and me agreeing, urging him to fuck me harder and then saying, 'It's time to come now! Spunk inside me, just like he wanted to.' That's a big thing with us, too -- me telling him when to come.

Anyway, we both knew it was simply a fantasy, if a very hot one! That is, until today.

When he got in from work, I didn't wait. I sat him down and gave him a big, long hug and a kiss. 'Charlie, there's something I have to tell you. About today. I'm not going to put it off just because that would be easier. But first ... I love you and only you and that has not changed. Nor is it going to, as far as I am concerned.'

I looked in his eyes and I was one hundred per cent confident that he would forgive me and we would be fine. His look was one of concern, yes, but of a determined love too. And I realised that I loved him more than ever.

'What's happened?'

'Think back to the last two times we've made love. Think about what you asked me to fantasise about.'

'Okay,' he says slowly. 'That was just a fantasy though.' His face is a picture of warring thoughts and feelings.

'Yes, of course. It was just a fantasy. But tell me what that fantasy was.'

'Why don't you just tell me what you have done? You know what the fantasy was.'

'I do but I want you to tell me.'

He sighed. 'My fantasy was ... you letting another guy going down on you.'

'That's right ... and how, in your fantasy, the fantasy you shared with me, how did it happen?'

'Well ... you seduced him.'

'Go on. How did I seduce him?'

'It was simple, in the fantasy.'

'Yes. Don't stop.'

'You were trying on some sexy clothes, and you showed off to him and, well, with your amazing body, you didn't need to do much else.'

'That's right, that's it.' His reference to my body shows how, even as I confessed, he could not keep desire out of his mind. I faced him straight on. 'Now, I know it's no excuse for what I've done, but that is what's happened today. I made that fantasy, your fantasy, come true.'

He stared at me, wide-eyed. 'What happened? Why? We both knew it was no more than a fantasy. It was supposed to stay that way.'

'Yes.' I paused. 'In my defence, I never planned to do it, I never thought I would do it -- and I promise you, today is the only time. I've hardly looked at another man since we've been together.'

'So ... carry on. What changed? Why did you do it?'

I put my arms around his neck and shoulders and squeezed him. 'Look, Darling, this will take time.' My face was close to his and I kissed his cheek. 'We're going out for dinner. We still are, aren't we?'

He nodded. 'I guess so,' he said despondently.

'Why don't we save this for later? I've admitted what I've done straight away so you know the worst already.'

His head was down.

'Maybe if I explain to you everything in precise detail ... even if it doesn't make it okay, it might explain why it happened.'

He hugged me back then. He was perhaps too surprised to be angry.

'Why don't you go downstairs and do what you have to?' I suggested. 'And I'll put on something I look good in to go out with you, to remind you and everyone else that I'm your wife and only yours.'

In spite of the circumstances, he was lifted by this thought. He so loves my dressing up, especially in clingy or revealing clothes. 'I don't know what to say.'

'I know, Darling. Let's not say anything else yet. Let's just get ready and get out and talk everything through. I really don't want this to change anything between us so we will need to give it some time.'

When he had gone, I started taking off my casual outfit to change into something bright and sexy for our outing. But then my eyes lighted on the pieces I had worn earlier. A new thought came into my mind. What if I put on the white outfit again? What if I didn't put on my clothes at all but dressed as I had earlier, when I first thought about the delight it would give my husband to see me in those things?

I swiftly pulled off everything until I was standing naked in front of the mirror. I now knew what was best, much better than trying to explain and excuse myself over a potentially uncomfortable meal.

I started with the stockings. Loving the feel of them as I bunched them at my feet, I stretched them over my calves and drew them over my knees and up my lovely thighs, admiring the band of three hoops at the top that still allowed you to see the warm, brown skin beneath. They clung tight to my thighs, pushing up just that perfect little amount of soft flesh. Next was the waspie. I put it on the wrong way round and connected the top two hooks. Then I turned it and stretched back to attach the remaining hooks. The act of dressing this way reminded me of earlier and I started to become more deeply aroused. I lifted a foot onto the bed and attached the first pair of suspenders. This little ritual was giving me such pleasure, I had to resist the urge to play with myself. All the time, I was thinking about just how excited Charlie would be to see me like this. And soon he would.

I was glad I had remembered to attach the suspenders before I put on the knickers, so that they could come off during our lovemaking without disturbing the stockings and their alluring attachment to the beautiful waspie.

I had an equally beautiful bra to match, but I dispensed with it, just as I had earlier that day. I wanted Charlie to see my lovely tits through the top he had bought me. It was a backless halterneck in fine cotton, with pretty adornments going across which divided it into three sections. I lifted my breasts so that they sat perfectly in the top, my dark nipples attractively visible where they stretched the material.

I completed the outfit by stepping into the white high heels and turning left and right to admire myself. The last thing to go on was my silky wrap in red satin which tied in the middle and covered me up to just below the top of the stockings. My hair and make up were not quite perfect -- evidence of my earlier naughtiness -- but my husband would not be bothered by that!

'Darling? I'm ready. Can you come up?'

'If you're ready, why don't you come down?' he replied, though even as he said it, he was mounting the stairs.

Charlie comes in and lays eyes on me. He is confused but more than that, much more, he is delighted. 'What are you doing, Tegan? I thought you were ready to go?' He can't suppress an admiring smile.

'Don't you like it, then?' I ask coyly.

'Of course I like it. But we're going for dinner, aren't we?'

'Oh yes. Definitely. But I got to thinking ... if I'm going to explain what happened earlier today, I ought to illustrate it with what I was wearing at the time.'

'What? You were wearing this, today? I haven't seen those white shoes for years!'

'And you have never seen these.' I lean down and stroke my thigh quickly.

His eye darts over my legs. 'What? What do you mean?'

'They're the stockings Ralph gave you for me. Remember?'

'I do remember. Of course!'

'And I put them on this morning for you. I was trying them out with these heels, thinking you might like them on me.'

He chuckles. 'Are you pretending there was some doubt about that?'

I smile. 'Perhaps not. But I was trying them out with you in mind, purely for your viewing pleasure.' I pause for a moment, feeling the intensity of my husband's desire for me. 'Let's sit down and I'll tell you more.'

He complies but he is still uncertain. 'So ... are we going out? To talk?'

'We can talk here,' I reply in a soft but commanding voice. 'When I show you the rest of what I'm wearing, you won't be disappointed.' I cross my left leg over my right so that the silky wrap is lifted a little and one stocking top comes just into view. Smiling at my besotted husband, I pick up my phone. 'Good evening. We have a booking with you for 7pm. Can we move it back? We've been held up. ... Yes. 8.30 is perfect, thank you.'

He says not a word. His eyes do all the communicating, and they tell me that he is enjoying my control of our evening.

'Now, I'm going to describe exactly what went on today, with complete honesty and frankness. And, Darling, it simply began with me thinking about you, as I always do. I came across these shoes, and I knew you would love to see them again ... on me again. Which reminded me of the stockings and ... the new top you got me, the backless one. So I set about getting them together and, when I had carefully beautified, making myself all clean and silky and smooth' (his eyes widen further because he so loves my pussy to be newly shaven) 'when everything was perfect with my makeup and hair, I put this outfit on.'

In much of what follows, Charlie says little except one-word encouragements like 'Yeah' and 'Okay'. He does not want to interrupt me!

I reach to my ankle and run a finger up. 'Yes. Thinking of your pleasure, I pulled these stockings up and attached them to that pretty white waspie you gave me before the wedding.'

He swallows. 'Are you wearing it now?'

I nod -- and meet his eyes which travel over my body with concentrated lust, as they have done a thousand times before.

'I finished putting on the outfit for you and I was admiring myself in the mirror, wondering when I would wear it for you. And you can probably imagine how I started to feel ...'

'Were you getting turned on by your reflection?' he asks with quiet excitement. He loves catching me looking in the mirror.

'What do you think? I was standing here, looking pretty amazing in this getup and knowing just how much you would love it. ... I guess it was inevitable...'

'What was?'

'My hands just started to move over my body, acting as if they were your hands, loving every detail of my upper body ... and then dropping down and ...' I pause deliciously. 'And slipping under my waistband and feeling my lips ... my juicy lips.'

His throat, by contrast, is rather dry. He croaks, 'That must have been nice.'

'It was so nice, Darling. You know I don't touch myself that often but when I do, I really like to go to town. Shall I tell you what else I was doing?'

'Yes, please.'

'I stayed in front of the mirror and I didn't take my knickers off. I just stood there, my fingers slipping in and out ... in and out of my hot pussy. I loved seeing in my reflection the knickers straining with my hand pressing against them. It looked so naughty and so pretty -- and I knew you would love it. Before long I was getting close to my orgasm. And it was going to be a good one, a big one.'

He is utterly mesmerised by me.

'And that's when the doorbell rang!'

His face is pained. 'The doorbell? Why didn't you just ignore it?'

'Oh god, I wanted to! But I missed the delivery yesterday and I was determined not to miss out today.'

'You went down?'

'Yes. I gathered myself as quickly as I could. You know how they rush off if you aren't there in ten seconds. So I grabbed this wrap to cover myself and clattered down the stairs, balancing on these heels, all flustered. I must have looked such a sight!'

'A magnificent sight!'

'Ah. Thank you, darling! Well ... guess who it was?'

'Don't tell me it wasn't your delivery after all?'

'No. No, it was. It was very much my delivery. But which guy, do you think?'

'I've no idea! Do we know him?'

'Oh Darling. Your memory! Last week, while we were having fun, remember? You were getting me to fantasise about seducing a man? And I couldn't think of anyone ...?'

'Oh yeah. It's coming back to me. Is he a young bloke?'

'That's the one. Young and fit. He's the one I imagined, in your naughty fantasy. The one who today was standing in front of me holding the box. If I'd arrived moments later, he probably would have made off and I never would have seen him.'

At last, Charlie seems to recall that this is a confession I am making. 'Oh. This is the guy ...'

I carry on. 'And he would never have seen me. But he did.'

Charlie looks closely at me. 'He saw you in all this?'

'Yes, Darling. And he was not subtle. He looked at me like you do. Normally he sees me with sleepy eyes and morning hair. He was stumped for a second and then he said, "This is a nice surprise!" That was the moment, Charlie. Here was the man you had literally got me to fantasise about, and I'm wearing an outfit made purely for sex and I wondered if he could sense my state. I could smell my own juices on my fingers. It seemed like fate, Darling. I looked at the box and said, "Would you be a darling and bring that up for me?" And I turned around and walked slowly up the stairs, not giving him a chance to reply.'

'What happened?' Charlie's eyes glitter. My storytelling is working: he's getting really horny!

'He followed me, of course, even though the box weighed nothing and there was no practical reason for me to need him. At the top of the stairs, I turned and took the box and put it down. Then I stood in front of him and said, "How can I thank you?" He said there was no need so I said, "Will a kiss do?" He was charmingly uncertain so I decided for him and kissed his mouth. And that's where you came in to it, Darling.'

'How me?' he asks, not in any resistance or annoyance but simply to prompt me further. At least, that's how I take it!

'He said, "Aren't you married?" And I said, "Yes, I am. Happily married." He added, "So isn't this...?" And it was clear he so wanted me, but he also wanted to be excused from doing wrong. I said, "Yes, I'm married. But ... if you do exactly what I say, and nothing else, there won't be any problem." He said "Okay" but didn't look very certain so I went on. "You see, my husband has a particular fantasy that involves a man just like you. Shall I tell you?" And do you know what I told him, Darling?'

'No. What did you say?'

'I reached up and stroked his cheek. "I think you can guess, my dear!" I said, "He likes to imagine me getting so horny that I have to get my satisfaction, from some guy who turns up at the right time... particularly a handsome younger man such as you. And that comes in the form of oral pleasure. Can you imagine pleasing me that way?" And he didn't have to reply! "Only thing is ... he likes the idea of it stopping with that ... so that I save my pussy for later, for my husband's cock and his cock only. What do you think of that?" I could see him considering and calculating so I seized the opportunity and untied this wrap. I opened it quickly and he drank in the sight of me fully for the first time.

"Whatever you want," he said, and I could see he seriously meant it. "Good. I thought you might say that. Come with me." When I said that, Darling, I sounded cool as a cucumber, but I was feeling anything but! My heart was pounding and my tummy was in turmoil.'

'Because you were so turned on?'

'I was turned on, very much so, I can't deny it. But my first thought was for you. I was worrying that you might be -- oh, I don't know -- angry or disappointed with me.'

'Why might you think that?' he replies sarcastically.

'Don't be like that, Charlie. See it from my point of view, in that moment. There I was, in the middle of playing with myself, just about to come, when the guy who had been in our fantasy, the fantasy you inspired me to enjoy, turned up at our door, ready to make that dream come true. And it didn't help that I was looking like this! Can't you see, it felt like it was just meant to be?'

He is thinking. 'It is a big coincidence, I suppose,' he concedes.

I wait a few seconds. 'Should I show you the outfit properly now?'

He looks at me and I get to my feet. 'When we got up here, to the bedroom, I finally let this red wrap drop to the floor. Like this.'

At this moment, I repeat for my husband what I did for my younger lover. The wrap drops silkily, revealing the whole splendid detail of my white ensemble. I turn slowly around, giving him plenty of time to appreciate the view.

'You're wearing that white top I got you.'

'Yes! And you were right, Darling. It really suits me. Don't you think my tits look just lovely in it?'

He laughs. 'Yes. Your tits look lovely. All of you.'

'Thank you, my love. I hope this helps to explain why I was so overwhelmingly turned on with the delivery guy?'

'You do look absolutely stunning,' he admits, his eyes wandering over every detail.

'I brought him over here to the mirror and he looked over my shoulder at my reflection and then started fondling my breasts from behind. I said, "I didn't say you could do that." And he immediately stopped and apologised. But once I had complete control again, I decided I liked it and said, "Okay. You can carry on." So he did, whispering sweet nothings in my ear as he caressed me very nicely, letting my nipples harden under his touch.'

'Did you like that?' my husband asks huskily, knowing the answer.

'Yes, Darling. I did like it. And I liked the feeling of his big bulge against my bottom.'

'Yeah. You always like that.' Charlie is warming up properly now, his lust steadily growing as he listens to my story and admires me.

'Yes. That warm crotch against my bum is bound to affect me. Until then, I knew I would be kind of dewy between my legs. But now I would be properly wet. So you know what I had to do, don't you, Darling?'

'What?'

'You tell me. You say it,' I whisper. 'You know you love it.'

'Did you need to be pleased?'

'Oh yes, I did! And so ...'

'So you got him to go down on you.'

'Yes, Darling. My favourite thing, and yours. I said to him, "You have to realise before you begin that I won't return the favour ..." And he looked at me quizzically. "I need you to get on your knees and please me."'

'And did he?'

'You know he did, Darling!'

'And he didn't mind that you weren't going to do the same for him?'

'He didn't raise the slightest objection. To be honest, I think he would have done anything I told him to at that second.'

'That's so good, so horny.'

'It was, Darling.'

'Was he as good as me?'

I smile complacently. 'He did his best and he was very good, if not quite in your league, Charlie.'

'Did he plunge straight in?'

'No. He was good at holding back, kissing my thighs and planting nice kisses on me through my panties. Mmmmm,' I say as I recall the gentle pleasure of it. 'But I was very, very ready so I held his forehead and pulled the knickers down in front of his eyes and pulled his face onto me. What a sweet relief!'

'You must have loved it, Tegan.'

'I did! It was so good to feel his tongue get up into me. I wanted to stay at the mirror - it looked so naughty and so good seeing the back of his head between my legs in these stockings - but I simply had to lie down.'

'Did it last long?'

'No! I was too turned on and it was just too intense. His lust was so strong, coming through his tongue and lips, clamped on my pussy. I remember I grabbed his hand and put it on one of my tits. He rolled the nipple so nicely and I couldn't hold back or speak. I came so hard. He was holding me down I think, but I couldn't buck against him like I wanted to, and that made it even more concentrated. I really let go, gushing into his mouth.'

'That sounds perfect, Darling. Just what you needed.' Whatever reservations Charlie had have now gone. He's fully into his fantasy coming true.

'It was! I straight away thought, I will describe this to Charlie later and he will love it." Was I right?' I ask, looking him in the eyes.

'You were! It's incredible, hearing you get yourself satisfied like that.'

Charlie and I kiss passionately now and his hands run all over my upper body, finding out my stiff, sensitive nipples. 'Tegan, feel my cock.'

I reach down to his bulge. 'Oh my god! What have you got in there? A cock or a rock?' I laugh.

'But that reminds me ...'

'Is there more?'

'Yes, of course. When I had come I felt that different kind of horny, you know, that I only feel after a really satisfying orgasm. I had to taste my juices. So I got him up on the bed and kissed and snogged him and licked his face.'

Charlie raises an eyebrow. 'What did he think of that?'

'Not sure. But he didn't resist,' I giggle. 'And my hand naturally landed in his lap where I felt his bulge for the first time ...'

'And? Did you like it?' I have wondered how Charlie will be about this part, and he seems eager to hear more. So far, so good! 'Yes, I liked it. His bulge seemed huge! I didn't know which part of his cock I was touching. And he said, "I know you aren't going to give me a blow job or anything but ... would you just get me started? I really want the memory of your touch on me.'

'What did you do?'

I stroke Charlie's iron rod bulge as I answer. 'Well ... he'd been so nice and polite about it - and he'd given me such a good orgasm ...'

'So you agreed to touch his cock?' Charlie suggests breathlessly, pushing his own bulge against my skilled but passive hand.

'Yes, I did. I hope that's okay, Darling?'

'It's too late to object now! And anyway, you were only there with him because of my fantasy in the first place.'

'That's so true, Darling. I had just made your fantasy come true and I had thoroughly enjoyed it.' Now I stroke Charlie's cock more purposefully. 'Why don't you take it out, like he did?' Charlie doesn't need telling twice! As I carry on my naughty tale, I slowly masturbate my willing husband. 'He undid his belt standing up, so his shorts came into view right in front of my face. They were being fully stretched by his hard on. And then he pulled them down. Oh, my word!'

'What? Was it big?'

'Big does not cover it! It was huge! I gasped at it and laughed and he laughed too. "Where did you get this?" I asked and stared for maybe a minute.

"It is big," he said shyly, as if he was apologising. "But I hope that won't put you off touching it, just a little?" I said, "I don't think I can get my hand around it." Then I paused before I added, "I'll just have to use two hands." And I did, Darling. I ran both my hands up and down the length of the thing.'

'Just like you're doing to me now,' Charlie moans.

'Yes, like this. Except of course, I can satisfy your cock with one hand whereas his did need both of mine.'

'And did you do more - or just get him started, like a gorgeous, tantalising tease?'

'That was my idea, Darling, but ... I hope you don't mind but I just found it so fascinating, I had to keep on stroking it, up and down. I do hope you don't mind.' As I say this, I drop a little saliva onto my husband's cock and smear it over the top and down.

This has the desired effect. He groans and says, 'Just tell me more. Tell me everything.'

'I needed a bit of lubrication so I spat on his tip but it wasn't enough so I got closer and spat again. That was better, and I really enjoyed getting it all down the side of him and working it back up and down again.'

'That sounds so slutty, Darling.'

'In a good way, I hope?'

'Yes. Very good.'

'I'm glad you said that because I didn't stop there.'

'What else, lover?'

'Being so close to his cock when I spat on it had got me thinking more naughty thoughts. I said to him, "You must never get blow jobs. Unless your girlfriend has a very wide mouth." He laughed but didn't reply and I just leaned forward and licked the tip. And then I swirled my tongue around it and into the hole for a moment where I licked out his pre-come.' I pause. 'Do you like that, Darling? It's the first other cock I have tasted since you and I got together, all those years ago.'

'I shouldn't like it but...' he looks down at his own big erection in my hand.

'I can show you what I did - if you like?'

He nods eagerly and I bend forward without hurry and repeat the licks I delivered that lunchtime, but on my husband.

'That's so good!'

'Yes. And you don't mind that I was doing the same to this young guy I fancied, only today?' And I add, really clearly, 'You like it that I couldn't get his big fat cock in my mouth but that I did suck the tip, don't you?'

'Yes! I love your lust and the way you enjoy sex so much.'

I smile and squeeze his cock quite hard at the base. 'You mustn't come yet. My story isn't finished.'

'I'll try not to come, baby. I don't want to stop what you're doing but maybe you should slow down for a minute or two. What happened next?'

I release his pulsing cock and we kiss. 'He didn't say much, more just took whatever I was willing to do. But after I had sucked him, he said, "I would so love to be inside you." That statement made me want him that way even more. I had been rejecting the thought from my mind because in your fantasy I save myself for you, Darling.'

'You are a good wife!'

'I am a good wife! But now I was so turned on again. I got to licking him again when he said that, and I sucked that broad tip of his, deeper in my mouth. I didn't reply and he added, "I would love to get my cock right up in that pussy of yours that I so loved tasting." This turned me on even more, Darling, as you can imagine, but I said, "My husband's fantasy is that I save that part of it for him only." I gave his fat cock another suck when I said that.'

'I love it when you tease me too, Tegan.'

'You do. And he seemed to have an idea of how you feel. He said, "Your husband must have more than one fantasy. Aren't there any where you take another guy inside you?" And do you know what I thought of?'

'Another fantasy? Which one?'

'A memory. Remember way back, when you got me to tell you about the two lovers I had during my first marriage?'

'Yeah, of course.'

'And we both got excited and had some very good sex, didn't we?'

'We sure did.'

'And one of the main things that worked for us was you getting me to tell you all about what I did with Marvin. You remember?'

'Yes.'

I take my husband's erection in my soft hand once again and run my fingers up and down it as I say, 'Marvin's cock was so long, I couldn't get it all in my mouth ... so I had to run my tongue along the side just like my fingers are doing to you now.'

Charlie groans as he watches me manipulate him.

'So, I had to tell him the truth. "I guess my husband has enjoyed thinking about me with another man up inside me. In fact, it excited him very much on one occasion." I quickly added, "But I don't think I could take you. It's just so big, so wide!" And even as I said that, I knew that I'd opened the door just a bit and he would keep pushing, Darling, so that was my fault.'

'I realise that I cannot complain about any of this. All of what you say is true.'

'That's right!' I reply happily and pump his hard-on rhythmically but gently. 'And you are loving my confession, aren't you?'

He looks down at his stiff cock in my hand and simply admits the truth. 'I am. What happened then?'

'Well, it was kind of obvious I was going to let him fuck me. He said, "I know I'm big but I think you can open for me. Why don't we give it a try, me just introducing myself to your lovely pussy?" By then I was so wet from being bad with him that I just lay back on the bed and opened my legs for him.' I pause talking and touching. 'You must think I'm such a slut.'

'I do,' he smiles.

I smile back. 'But you like me being a slut and you like it when I am good at it. Do you know what I told him to do?'

'To lick you first?'

I laugh. 'Yes! He gave me another quick lick and I told him my husband often drags the top of his cock up and down my slit until it feels just right to slide in.'

'I like you telling him what I do, to help him fuck you.'

'I thought you might like that, Darling!' Excited by my husband's appreciation, I suddenly go down and suck most of his cock into my mouth for two or three seconds. He gasps and grunts his delight - and then I come back up to face him. 'So ... he did what you do and then, ever so slowly, he started to ease his huge cock into me. I raised my head so I could watch some of it as I felt myself stretch for him. He was a considerate lover, taking it nice and slow. I caressed his strong chest and opened wide.'

'It wasn't too big for you, then?'

'I needn't have worried. I was able to stretch more than I ever had before, I think. But I told him to stop and get off me.'

'Really? Was it uncomfortable?'

'Not that. I wanted to change position so I came out from under, lay him down and squatted above him. I told him to hold his cock up for me and then I brought myself down on the tip and eased myself over it. He was groaning and telling me how fantastic I was,' I smiled to my husband, 'and in a few seconds, with my juices flowing, I was filled up with him and riding that huge cock like some sort of gymnast.'

'Did it feel good, Tegan?'

'Really good!'

'Can you describe it? What did it feel like?'

'I was going to say, I'd never had anything like it but... actually I have.'

'Have you? Another man?'

'No.' I smile at him. 'The green dildo, the rabbit!'

'Oh, yes!'

'You remember, Darling, when you gave it to me, you were so pleased because it almost matched my wedding dress, but I thought it was too big and I would never use it so I put it away.'

'And then,' he adds excitedly, 'one delicious morning, I came back to bed to find you had already started playing with it and it was beautifully sticking out of you!'

'Yes! You loved that discovery, Charlie!' I say triumphantly.

'Where is it now?' he asks, his eyes glinting.

'I think it may be under the bed here,' I say coquettishly, as if I am not sure. Charlie hops off the bed and brings out the see-through plastic box with the big green vibrator glowing through it.

'Now, what are you going to do with that?' I ask innocently.

'Let's see, shall we?'

'Okay, then,' I reply, faking a lack of interest in the toy. 'Perhaps you should wet it, just in case.'

Charlie puts it in his mouth to get plenty of natural lubricant on it for me as I carry on my story.

'It was so good being on top with him reaching up to fondle my tits, but I knew there was one more position I needed to try with him ...'

Charlie nods. He knows what I am going to say.

'I eased myself off him and turned over on my front. I let my face relax into the pillow and pushed my sweet little bum towards him.' I now enact my words and sense Charlie admiring my slim but shapely rear.

'I bet he knew what to do!'

I laugh. 'He repeated the move from before, running his tip along my slit.' I wriggle my bottom and Charlie takes this as his cue. I feel a welcome hand on my bum, gently easing my cheeks apart. Next, I feel the toy nudging at me as my husband slips it along the length of my juicy opening. I sigh contentedly into the pillow before continuing.

'Then he slid into me fully.'

Charlie obeys the implied instruction, guiding the toy up inside me and stretching my hot, wet pussy to what feels like its limit. I pant for a few seconds as it fills me and then relax as my husband starts to rhythmically fuck me from behind with a cock made of silicone.

'Ah, god, it was satisfying! And you know how much I love this position.'

'I do. Your favourite,' he says warmly as he carefully pumps my lustful flesh.

'That's right. It felt so good. I only moved a little bit; I let him do just about all the work.'

'I hope this is reminding you of how good it felt?'

'It is, Darling! It's so big and hard, but not too hard.' As he screws me, I'm loving playing the slut to the maximum and I wonder what I can add. 'Charlie, can you turn it on? It's the first setting I like.'

He fiddles with it for a moment and then I feel it, the soft vibrations travelling up the walls of my pussy. 'Oh yes! That is amazing! It really feels like his fat cock moving inside me, Darling. So good.'

'Ooh, you are one naughty girl,' he says appreciatively and I hear the intake of his breath as he admires my delicious rear view.

We are quiet for a couple of minutes, with Charlie slowly and steadily pleasing my hot pussy. Then I say, 'The whole thing just felt so good: making your fantasy come true, then adding some more to it ... the feeling of his body against mine, him kissing my neck and shoulders ... and that cock inside me ... You know I don't often come from penetration alone but ...'

'You came on his cock?'

'I did,' I reply in a self-satisfied voice.

Charlie doesn't pause the dildo fucking he's giving me but asks, 'Do you think you might come again? Now?'

'Maybe!' I say, my eyes closed. 'It was a lovely orgasm, another wet one, with my face in the pillow just like this, and my whole body shaking. And he spunked straight afterwards.'

'I want to feel you come like that, Baby.'

'I'm sure you do, Darling. Maybe you will. And you know, there's something he couldn't do... that you could, if you wanted to ...'

'What's that?'

'My favourite thing! He couldn't lick me at the same time as that big cock was inside. But you can ...'

Charlie does not need another hint. He crouches down and kisses my thighs, then my bum cheeks. 'I love seeing your pussy stretched by the dildo. It looks so delicious and pink.'

'Good enough to eat?' I suggest, and I reach back to pull on one of my buttocks as a loving invitation. And then Charlie is licking and kissing me down below as only he knows how.

'Oh fuck, yeah! That's so fucking good!' His expert mouth and tongue are taking me to the next level in seconds. 'Keep pushing the cock into me, Darling!' And he does and I feel the little ears bit of the rabbit vibrator nudging just into my bum hole. It's the final touch for me. I arch my back, grab my husband's head into me and scream my lungs out. It's hard to remember orgasms because they are just too intense for the memory but this may just be the best I've ever had.

'You are magnificent!' he says afterwards, though I don't feel it, having just collapsed in a heap. Now the dildo feels almost painfully big, so I am glad to ease it out.

Charlie kisses me from behind till I turn and look at him and hug him close to me. 'That may have been the world's biggest orgasm,' I laugh.

'And now?' he asks. His cock is purple and proud, and it must be the stiffest I have ever seen it.

'Oh, my word! You really need to come! But my pussy has been so well used today, I don't know if I can take any more, truly.'

'What was it the guy said? Let's give it a try.'

'You certainly deserve it, my wonderful, sexy husband. I'm going to stay in this position if that's okay?'

'Suits me perfectly.' He lines himself up behind me and I feel the firm nudge of him against my bottom. Then I sense his tip on my lips which are a little achy from all the stretching, but a moment later he is inside me and it's totally comfortable.

'Is that okay, love?'

'Yes, it's absolutely fine. The thing is, I've been stretched so open wide by that cock and that dildo that yours feels... not small exactly but simpler to manage, just nicely warm inside.'

He lies behind me and caresses me affectionately. 'I can't quite believe what you have done today,' he says.

'You can't believe it. Neither can I! You've brought out a very naughty side to me I barely knew existed.'

'It had to be there, inside you for me to bring it out.'

'I guess that's true. And are you glad to have discovered it?'

'I think you know the answer to that,' he replies, slipping gently back-and-forth in my wetness. 'Which part of today shall I think about when I come?'

'Oh, you want me to give you permission to come, do you? Well, that's not easy when there's so much to choose from.' I pause and think and reach a hand back to his hip. 'Why don't you think about that moment when I had put on this whole white outfit for you, got myself excited and then, when I opened the door, I knew I was gonna let that guy fuck me.'

'And that's what you did.'

'And that's what I did! Spunk into me now, let it go!' And sure enough, a moment later, Charlie holds me tight and I feel his ejaculation flood through me.

We stay in the same position and, within five minutes, drift off into a well-deserved nap. What a happy ending.