Just For Fun - Sex Stories

Just For Fun

... the idea that I couldn'tunderstand. To me, guys were...well, they were gross.

The entire gender had just never held any appeal.

But this 'brother' fantasy? Suddenly...I got it.

Take a cock, for example. The idea of an erection typically left me cold...but when it was attached to Emily's hypothetical brother...god that turned me on. That imaginary cock, hard because of me, because of us. Because of who we were.

And even though I'd never before had even an inkling of attraction to a penis, just the thought of this imaginary penis was enough to get me completely soaked. Watching Emily's 'brother' pump it, spying on us, stroking his hardness, cumming for us...

"Yessss," I moaned, pulling Emily's head between my legs. I'd already cum twice that night, but it wasn't enough. I needed more.

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Five nights later, it was Emily who took it to the next level.

"What if welet him watch."

"Go on..." I said, not completely following. We'd gotten so turned on by whispering into each other's ears, we hadn't even turned the TV off. Ross was about to meet my girlfriend's namesake - I'd been excited to show her that episode, but what we were now discussing feltso much more important.

"We sit him down, and we...perform..."

Emily's thumb was working magic on my clit, and I gasped as her words filled my ears.

"We tell him that this is for him...it's all for him. He could be right here, in the room right now, watching us as we..."

"Fuck." My whole body pulsed ...

... as I came.

"You like that idea?"

"Mmmm." I smiled. "What else could we show him?"

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Emily had been away for almost seventy-two hours. In the past, that had never been a problem - her work flew her across the country four or five times a year.

But since we'd discovered our new, mutual fetish, we had barely gone twelve consecutive hours without getting each other off.

Emily was the love of my life, the best partner I'd ever had. But until now, I'd neverneeded her before.

She'd taken her laptop, and a copy of the fifth season ofFriends. We'd continued our tradition of watching an episode together as we Skyped each night...though we always stopped paying attention to the show after a few minutes.

"What if we gave him remote access," Emily panted. "Remote access - oh! - to our screens."

I love Emily, but she sometimes mixes boring computer jargon into our dirty talk.

"What do you mean?"

"He can see what we see..." she hissed. "He can - yes! - see our screens..."

"Mmmm," I said, picturing it.

There was a silence, and I knew that it was my turn to contribute.

I hesitated.

The time difference had meant that Emily was at work when I woke up, and so I'd been spending a lot of time pleasuring myself in the mornings.

And as I had, my fantasies had started to...drift.

It had started with me thinking about his cock. I could count the number of real-life cocks I'd seen on one hand, but I had a weirdly clear image of the one I was imagining ...