Chapter 1: Fantasy Becomes Reality

You know how sometimes you can remember an event in your life that at the time didn't seem important but turned out to be life altering? The event I am thinking of happened nine years ago and I remember as clearly as if it happened yesterday.

My wife Barb and I had been out drinking and dancing that Saturday night and returned home a little drunk and very horny. Often when I am making love I get to a point where my passion and lust make me want to somehow increase the intensity of the experience and that is what happened that night. I had just finished pleasuring Barb orally and was working my way back up her lovely body. When I got to her nipples I was so hot I could hardly control myself. I suddenly found myself thinking about a letter I had read in a men's magazine earlier that week about a man who allowed his wife to go out on a date with another man and have sex with him. I had never thought of my wife having sex with another man but that letter had aroused me at the time I read it and was adding to my lust as I was making love to Barb. As I kissed my way up to Barb's neck she reached between us and wrapped her hand around my cock and guided it to the already wet opening of tight pussy. Instead of positioning my cock so that I could enter her Barb rubbed my cock head back and forth across her slit teasing us both. While she was doing this I whispered in her ear. I said, "What if that wasn't my cock you're are pressing against your pussy?"

Barb froze for a second and said "What?"

"What if that wasn't my cock in your hand? How would it feel if you had another man's cock in your hand and he was about to slide it into you? How would it feel?"

Bard didn't say anything for a moment but she began to press my cock harder against her pussy an continued masturbating herself with the head of my cock. I could tell from her breathing that she was bringing herself near to an orgasm when she finally spoke. "What do you mean how would it feel?"

I said, "Imagine it's not me you are making love to. What would the cock in your hand feel like? Would it be bigger, smaller or different in some other way?"

Barb stopped rubbing my cock against her pussy and just ran her hand up and down the length of it as if she was giving it an examination. "I think it is about the same length but it is a little thicker. Put it inside me and let me see if I can tell the difference."

I couldn't believe this she was actually playing along with me. She guided my cock to her pussy and rubbed the head up and down until it slipped between her labia. She allowed only about an inch of penetration then she said, "Oh, I like the feel of this cock. I bet it will feel really good when it is all of the way inside me." Then she slowly allowed me to penetrate all the way. Once my cock was buried inside her as far as it could go Barb wrapped her legs around me and held me in place. "Don't move. I want to feel the sensation of having this new cock inside me." As we lay there I could feel Barb flexing the muscles inside her vagina contracting and relaxing around my cock. The sensation was very intense and I thought she was going to make me cum with nothing more than her muscle action. Barb pulled my face to hers and gave me a deep tongue kiss and then said, "I love the way your fat cock feels inside me. It fills me up and touches all of the right places. Fuck me now. Make me cum and fill me with your hot juices."

As I began stroking my cock in and out, Barb and I both went into a lust filled sexual frenzy. It was the hottest sex since the early days of our marriage five years earlier. After we had both climaxed we lay quietly for a while. I wanted to talk about what had just happened but didn't know how to start. So I didn't say anything. After ten minutes of silence I thought Barb was falling asleep when she suddenly turned herself around in bed and picked my limp cock up in her hand. Barb looked up at me and said, "I want to have this stranger's cock in my mouth. I want to feel and taste it to see if it is different than my husbands." With that Barb sucked my flaccid cock into her mouth. My cock immediately began to respond to the attention and when it was fully erect Barb stopped sucking long enough to say, "This tastes wonderful. Now I have two cocks to suck, yours and my husbands." Barb giggled when she said that and went back to giving me one fantastic blowjob. Barb stopped just short of making me cum and said "Okay mister, can you put that lovely cock inside me again and make me cum like before."

Not wanting to break the spell I didn't say a word. I just pulled Barb up on her hands and knees. As I approached her from behind she reached between her legs and guided my cock into her pussy. Instead of the high speed piston action I usually give Barb in this position I stroked in and out slowly, pulling my cock almost all of the way out before pushing it back in as far as I could. Barb was responding to my attentions by pushing back against me on my in strokes. Having already climaxed once that night it was taking me longer to get to my second one but Barb was having no such problems. Barb had her second orgasm shortly after I entered her from behind and five minutes later she was building toward another one. Just before her third orgasm washed over her, Barb put her head down on the bed and in almost a whisper said "I love the feel of your cock inside me".

I didn't know if she meant my cock or her imaginary lovers cock and before I could inquire Barb was in the throws of her orgasm. About the time her orgasm ended mine began. When my cock stopped pulsing and had begun to shrink back to normal size Barb and I both collapsed on the bed. There was no more conversation and Barb was asleep within just a few minutes.

When I woke up the next morning Barb was already out of bed and I could hear her downstairs making breakfast. As I lay in bed I though about what had happened during our love making the night before and found the memory of the fantasy we played out had me aroused again. I had an urge to go get Barb and bring her back to bed and have a repeat performance.

When I got downstairs to the kitchen I found Barb pouring me a cup of coffee. As she handed me the coffee she avoided direct eye contact. From this I sensed that she was not comfortable with the memory of what we had done even though it was only make believe. I tried to broach the subject by saying "That was really something last night. We haven't been that hot in bed in a long time. Did you enjoy yourself?"

Barb was standing at the stove cooking eggs and didn't turn around to answer me. She just said, "I was pretty drunk when we got home last night and I probably said and did some things I wouldn't normally."

I could tell from her response that the subject was no longer opened for discussion and being a semi intelligent person I let it go.

The following week was busy for both of us. Neither of us had the energy to initiate love making so in the evenings we just ate dinner, watched television or read for a while and went to bed. That Saturday night Barb and I stayed home and watched television. We started to fool around on the sofa, just a little kissing and squeezing, then as the passion increased we moved up to the bedroom. We started off with what would be our standard love making session. As I was sucking Barb's nipples I slipped my hand inside her panties and started fingering her pussy. To my surprise, Barb responded to this more than she usually does. She began pushing her hips forward to get deeper penetration of my finger and I could hear her breathing become labored. Barb reached down and pulled my cock out of my shorts and began stroking it as she turned herself around and positioned herself so that my cock was just inches from her face. Barb flicked her tongue across the tip of my cock a few times then engulfed my cock with her mouth. This was unusual because we hadn't showered before coming to bed and normally when we don't shower first Barb doesn't give me oral pleasure and won't let me go down on her either.

Barb continued to work on my cock orally. She took me into her mouth as far as she could and then pulled back until she had just the very tip on my cock head between her lips. She was driving me crazy. I would never have guessed before hand that Barb was so horny that night. I watched as she pulled my cock from her mouth and rubbed the head over her lips. When she pulled away I could see four or five little threads of pre-cum strung between Barb's lips and the head of my cock. Barb moved from my cock up to my face and kissed me. I could taste the slightly salty but not unpleasant taste of my pre-cum on her lips. After breaking off the kiss Barb, without speaking a word, indicated that she wanted me to return the oral favor. I did this gladly. As I ran my tongue around her pussy lips and finally penetrated her slit with my tongue, Barb pulled my mouth against her vulva and held me there while I used my tongue to bring her to her orgasm.

After her orgasm, Barb got on her hands and knees on the bed so I got behind her. Barb reached between her legs and guided my cock to her pussy. She took control of my entry only allowing me to insert an inch at a time then making me wait for a few seconds before feeding in another inch of cock. When my cock was finally all of the way in Barb reached back and held my thighs indicating that she didn't want me to move. Then I felt her vagina muscles flexing around me. The only other time she had done this to my cock with her vagina muscles was the previous Saturday night during our fantasy. I began to wonder if Barb was fantasizing now. When Barb finished exercising her vagina she initiated movement but it was evident that she wanted me to move slowly. As we both approached orgasm we picked up the pace until I was slamming into her and she was pushing back against me. Then we climaxed.

Afterward, as we lay there, Barb began playing with my limp cock. She moved around so that she could look at it as she pulled and twisted it in her hands. After a short time Barb began to lick then suck on my cock bringing it back to full attention. I was ready to slip my cock into Barb but she had other ideas. She just kept sucking and stroking me until I couldn't hold back anymore. Barb took my full load in her mouth. Some she swallowed and the rest ran down her chin. As Barb wiped her chin off on her night gown she looked at me and smiled, then she put her head on her pillow and went to sleep.

After that night we settled back into our usual routine of making love two or three times a week. The lovemaking was good but lacked the passion of the two nights I have just recounted. Over the next few months there were times when we were making love when I would think about the letter in the magazine and would fantasize about Barb having sex with another man. I don't know why but this always heightened my passion during our lovemaking.

On another Saturday night, about four months after this all started, Barb and I returned home after another night of drinking and dancing and went up to our bedroom to make love. I turned on some music and we danced around the room, kissing, feeling, and removing clothes. I had Barb stripped to her bra and panties and I still had my pants on. I came up behind Barb and put my arms around her and began kissing her neck as I played with her breasts. I slowly slid my right hand down and into her panties and began to tease her pussy with my fingers. Barb reached around behind her and opened my pants and reached inside and released my cock from my underwear. As she stroked my cock she turned her head and tipped it back so I could kiss her. After the kiss Barb said, "Whose cock do I have in my hand. It feels thicker than my husbands and it may be longer too. I want it inside me now."

With that she let go of my cock and pulled her panties down. Then she bent at the waist supporting herself with her left hand on the edge of the bed. With her right hand Barb reached between her legs and said "I don't care who you are, just put that beautiful cock into my hand."

I was shocked. Barb was initiating this fantasy all on her own and was taking control. Along with being shocked I was also highly aroused and I quickly shed my pants and underwear and put my now rock hard cock in Barb's hand. Barb positioned my cock at the entrance to her pussy. As she gently flicked my cock across her lips I could feel that she was already very wet down there. When she finally guided me into her delightful pussy I could tell that she must be extremely horny by how lubricated she was after so little foreplay. I was able to slide in all the way to the root of my cock with no problem at all. As I began stroking into her I began to realize that the fantasy of Barb having sex with another man must have affected her as much as it did me. We continued our love making in this position until we both climaxed. Then we got into bed and kissed cuddled. As I was again playing with Barb's breasts I began to wonder what it would really be like for Barb to have sex with another man. Is that something I would want or even be able to watch, or like the husband in the story I had read, would I just wait for her to come home from a date and tell me about it. I found that I was getting extremely horny thinking about Barb fucking another man. My arousal translated into things I was doing to Barb and I soon had her responding to my touch. I suddenly found that I was too excited to control myself and before I knew what I was going to say I began to talk. "You really seem to enjoy the fantasy of pretending that I am somebody else while we make love."

Barb replied, "It doesn't mean anything. It's nothing against you, it just creates a higher level of excitement for me. Besides, you started it."

"I know I started it, and it's okay. It doesn't bother me. The fantasy works for me too."

Barb looked puzzled. "When we are making love, are you pretending that I am someone else?"

"No, we are both having the same fantasy. That you are having sex with another man."

"Doesn't the idea of me with another man make you angry or jealous?"

"Why should it? After all it's only a fantasy?"

"I know it's just a fantasy, but I always feel guilty afterward, like I just did something bad."

"Oh, You have had this fantasy before?"

Barb looked a little embarrassed as she spoke. "Well yes. I actually have had the fantasy several times since you first put the idea in my head."

I said, "Since we both seem to enjoy the fantasy I see nothing wrong with using it to add passion to our love making."

Barb smiled and said, "I agree, now give me that strange cock. I need it now."

I did as she asked.

For a while after that the fantasy played a big part in our lovemaking but all too soon it began to lose its ability to excite us. After that our sex life went back to our old routine.

It was about nine months after I had initiated the first fantasy that I was cleaning out my home office and I came across the 'Gallery' magazine where I had first read the letter about the man who sent his wife out on a date with another man. I read the letter again and it had almost the same impact on me as it had the first time I read it. That evening I couldn't keep my hands off Barb and when we went up to bed I tried to get Barb into the fantasy again. Unfortunately Barb wasn't particularly horny that night and was more curious to find out why I was so interested in the fantasy than she was in participating in it.

When Barb kept asking me why I was intent on pretending that she was having sex with another man I couldn't answer her. I think I was too embarrassed to tell her that it was a story in a magazine that had planted this idea in my brain. Barb was persistent and when I couldn't get her to change the subject I finally gave in. I went and got the magazine and let her read the letter.

While Barb read the letter I went downstairs and poured us each a glass of wine. By the time I got back to the bedroom Barb was just finishing the letter. As I sat down on the bed I handed Barb her wine. She looked at me then looked back at the letter and seemed to be rereading some parts of the story. When she finally put the magazine down Barb was blushing a little. She looked at me and asked, "Is this just a fantasy of yours or is this something you really want me to do?"

Up until she asked me that question I had never thought of Barb having sex with another man as anything but a fantasy but I heard myself answer her with "I don't know if it's just a fantasy."

Barb just said, "Oh." and set the magazine on the bedside table. We didn't talk while we drank our wine. When we had finished the wine I kissed Barb to see if I could gage what she was thinking by her response to my kiss. To my surprise and delight Barb was suddenly extremely aroused. She was all over me kissing, sucking, licking, rubbing stroking. That night there was no more fantasy talk just straight hot passionate sex.

There was nothing more said about the fantasy or the letter in the magazine for the next few weeks. Then one night as we were making love and I had just slipped my cock inside Barb and push it in to the hilt Barb wrapped her legs around me and held me still. As she began flexing her vagina muscles around my cock Barb asked, "Do you still think about me doing what the woman in that story did?"

Her question caught me completely by surprise so I wasn't able to answer with anything more intelligent than "What?"

"Do you still fantasize about me going on a date with another man while you wait for me at home? And have you decided if this is just a fantasy or would you really like me to do it?"