A Dream Cum True by loyalsock
Date: 5/16/2016,
Categories:
Fetish,
Masturbation
Voyeur,
Author: loyalsock
I remember how the seeds were planted for the "cheatingwife" fantasy that my wife Trina and I began sharing. It was acouple of months before our wedding, and up until that time (inour spoken understanding) we agreed that we always wanted to befaithful to each other and that the idea of "swinging" was sortof creepy to us. But we followed a period of time where wedidn't talk about that anymore, and I had to admit that a certainimage had been creeping into my fantasy life that went againstthe grain of our understanding. Trina has large tits. I should say enormous! They're titsto die for; gargantuan, pumpkin shaped boobs with orange brownnipples each the size of an oatmeal cookie! Early on, I had toget used to the fact that Trina was a traffic stopper. When Iwould walk down the street with her, guys would constantly tripover themselves and run into lamp posts. And many guys weren'ttoo shy about calling invitations out the windows of their cars-- even though they could see she was already with a guy. Whichmade me wonder what it was like when I wasn't on the street withher. Which is where the fantasy seems to have its roots: One night, a couple of months before our wedding, as I said,we were sitting in a bar we like, listening to the rock bandplaying. Well, even though we were sitting alone at a table,Trina had guys all over her asking her to dance (thetight-fitting, black shirt she was wearing probably didn'thelp). She deflected all these invitations, of ...
... course, but aseach guy hungrily eyed my finance's cleavage, I just couldn't helpthinking what it would be like to see the two of them in bedtogether, fucking each other goofy. We've always had a very "talkative" fucking relationshipand while I had my cock in her that night in bed, I started tolet slip what was on my mind. At first I was scared that she'dbe angry with me for violating our "understanding," but I had apleasant surprise in store. "Babe, you know all those guys that kept asking you to dancetonight?" I said this to the rhythm of a long, slow fuck-stroke. This was followed by a breathy silence a couple of morefuck-strokes long, then Trina whispered hotly, "Yeah?" "You know that what I kept thinking' about during this fuck?" I continued the sensual pace all the while our whisperedconversation took place. "What?" "I keep imagining that you went up and danced with some ofthem." "Oh, yeah?" There was no disguising her obvious interest inmy fantasy. "I also keep wondering what it would be like if we were inthe bar together but pretended we didn't know each other. Youknow, and I got to watch you flirt and dance all sexy as hellwith a strange guy and then..." But Trina was suddenly pumping her groin furiously againstmine, moaning and coming to beat all. She screamed in a hugeorgasm and nearly tore a swatch of hair out of my head. It wasobvious she really dug the direction of the conversation. It wasa few ...