Chuck’s Fantasy (2)

By Just Plain Bob

I carried the box of magazines into the house, poured myself a glass of wine and settled down to read. I read and sipped wine from five in the afternoon until eleven-thirty and when I climbed into bed I was so hot and horny that I did something that I hadn’t done in ten years – I masturbated! I was so horny from reading those stories that my pussy was on fire. I’m not just talking about the wife watching stories either. The girl on girl, black on white, swinging and swapping, straying and wayward wives also got to me. The only ones that left me cold were the boy on boy ones.

The next day I took a couple of the magazines to work with me and read them during coffee breaks and lunch hour. That afternoon one of the girls I work with told me that some of the others from the office were going to be stopping after work for drinks and asked me if I would like to join them. Chuck was not going to be home for two more days and I had nothing to hurry home for so I said I would. The waitress wasn’t even back with our drink order before men were coming over to us and asking us to dance. Being the only married woman at the table I didn’t think it would be wise so I said no thanks and I just sat, sipped my drink and watched.

While I watched I began to have strange thoughts. I’d look at a guy and wonder what he might be like in bed. Another guy had me wondering if he ate pussy and if so, was he any good at it. My head was full of stories from the magazines and as I looked around the room at the men there I was matching them up with a story. The table where two men were busy talking; would one of them like to fuck me while I sucked on the other? Would those six guys over shooting pool at the pool tables like to gangbang me? I saw the bartender looking at me and I wondered if he would like me to be on my knees behind the bar sucking his cock while he waited on customers. Those two black men sitting off to the side of the dance floor, did they have huge black cocks? Was it true that if you go black you never go back?

I was squirming on the seat as I drove home that night. I rushed into the house and masturbated and then I sat down and read magazines for three hours and masturbated one more time before going to bed.

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The next day during my lunch hour I visited an adult bookstore and bought myself a rubber dildo and a battery operated vibrator. While there I got curious and went into the arcade section, went into one of the booths and fed a couple of dollar bills into the machine. I’d never seen porn videos before and I sat there fascinated as I watched all kinds of sex flashing across the screen in front of me. I stopped hitting the selector button when the videos got to one where three men were fucking one girl. She had one in her rectum, one in her vagina and one in her mouth and I remembered how Chuck had described Alice doing that.

I sat there and watched and wondered what it would be like to be that girl and I slid my skirt up, ran my hand inside my panty and masturbated. While fingering myself I saw some movement out of the corner of my eye and for the first time I noticed that there was a hole in the wall between my booth and the one nest to it. In the flickering light from the screen I thought I saw eyes watching me.

I have no idea what possessed me to do what I did next. I stood up, removed my panties and then sat back down with my skirt up around my waist and my legs spread wide so the voyeur could get a good look and then I started to finger fuck myself. Just as I felt the orgasm rushing through me a large black cock came through the hole in the wall. I stared at it in fascination. I’d read about glory holes in the magazines and here I was, Mrs. Middle-aged Housewife, sitting in a booth in an adult book store and looking at the first hard cock other than my husband’s that I had seen since getting married.

I bent forward to look at it close. I could see one of the veins that ran along the top throbbing and the cock itself was twitching – making little up and down bounces – and for kicks I lowered my mouth to within inches of it and then blew on it with my hot breath. There was a drop of pre-cum in the pee hole and I was tempted to stick out my tongue and lick it up. Did I dare? No, no I didn’t, but I did reach out and wrap my fingers around it just to feel the heat of it. As soon as my hand closed around it the owner of it started to hump my hand and I wondered if I stayed there and held it would it spurt for me?

I checked my watch and saw that I still had twenty minutes of my lunch period left and it was a five minute walk back to work so I stayed where I was and held onto the black cock while it fucked my hand. As the time ticked down I became obsessed with getting it off before I left and I started stroking it instead of just gripping it. I was getting desperate to make it cum and I was only seconds away from taking it in my mouth when it finally erupted. It shot spurt after spurt into my booth and I let go of it and leaned back against the wall. I was astonished at what I had just done. That wasn’t me. That wasn’t the sort of person I was. What in God’s name had gotten into me?

I used my panty to wipe the goop off my hand and then went to put it in my purse. It dawned on me that it was soaking wet and if I put it in my purse I would get the strangers cum all over everything else in there so I dropped it on the floor and pushed it into a corner with my toe. I straightened my skirt and left the booth and I noticed the door to the next booth was open and no one was in it. There were six men, three of them black, on the store side of the wall and I glanced at them as I headed for the door and wondered which one of the black men it had been. I left the store knowing that I would never know.

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That evening as I rushed home I felt so wicked at what I had done that my pussy was dripping. That night I used my dildo and my vibrator to get myself off – several times – as I sat on the couch, sipped wine and read more magazines.

The next day was the last day of Chuck’s trip and he would be gone one more night so when Sheila asked me if I wanted to stop with her and some of the other girls for a drink after work I said yes. It was the same as it had been the night before; we had no sooner sat down than men were asking us to dance. This time I said yes and got up and danced like the other girls.

Over the course of the next two hours I had hands on my ass and breasts, and a dozen hard cocks pushed into my leg. One guy even started to run his hand down the inside the front of my skirt and I was so hot and horny that I almost – only almost – let him reach his goal. I had several invitations to make a trip out to the parking lot or to a motel and two guys asked me if they could go home with me.

I wondered if I could do it, if I could take some guy home with me and fuck his eyes out while Chuck watched. It was then that I suddenly realized that I wanted to do it. I wanted to fuck some stranger while my husband watched. All of a sudden Chuck and I had matching fantasies, or maybe we did. I was just guessing that his fantasy was watching me with other men. I had to admit that I really didn’t know just which letters turned him on. I just hoped to God it wasn’t the boy/boy ones.

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Chuck wasn’t home two minutes before I had his pants down around his ankles and I was on my knees with his cock in my mouth. It was one in the morning when I finally gave up trying to get him up again. After he fell asleep I went into the bathroom where I used my dildo to give myself two more orgasms before finally going to bed. I lay there looking up at the ceiling and wondered how to make my fantasy (and Chuck’s) come true. I wanted to do it, but I wasn’t going to fuck another man behind my husband’s back. The question was, did Chuck really want to see me with another man, or was it just a fantasy that he never actually wanted to happen? If he really didn’t want it then my broaching the subject could do great harm to our marriage. No, I couldn’t make the first move – Chuck had to do that.

There were other questions too. Could I actually fuck another man with Chuck watching? That I could fuck another man was a foregone conclusion. It had taken every last little bit of my will power to keep me from accepting one of those parking lot invitations that night at the bar. Next question was even if Chuck really wanted it, could he handle it? There was sometimes a very big difference between wanting and actually getting. What was the old saying, "Be careful what you wish for, you just might get it?" I wanted to do it; I wanted to do it in the worst way, but I loved Chuck and I didn’t want to screw up my marriage. I tossed and turned for hours before I finally fell asleep.

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A week went by; a week during which all I thought about was having my fantasy actually happen. On Wednesday the thoughts had me so horny that I felt myself drawn back to the adult bookstore and my visit was a carbon copy of my first visit. I masturbated while unknown eyes watched me through the glory hole and when a cock came through the hole I took it in my hand and stroked it while I fingered myself. It was a surprise when I had an orgasm just as the hard white cock in my hand shot thick ropy streams of cum onto the floor of my booth. Once again I used my panties to clean my hands and then I tossed them into a corner and hurried back to work.

Once back at work I sat at my desk and stared out the window and thought about what I wanted. I came to realize that Chuck might never mention his fantasies to me and I needed him to. I wanted to do it, but it had to be Chuck’s idea. In order for my marriage to go on, to keep me from cheating on Chuck, my fucking another man had to be his idea. In a rare moment of pure truth I realized that I didn’t care if Chuck got to watch or not as long as I got to ride another man’s cock, but it absolutely had to be Chuck’s idea. The problem was how to make him have that idea.

I racked my brain for weeks to come up with a way to nudge Chuck into bringing his fantasies out in the open. I felt that if I could get him to talk about it I could gently steer things to the point where he would ask me if I had any interest. The idea I finally came up with was simplicity itself and I couldn’t understand why it wasn’t the first thing I thought of. After finding Chuck’s stash of magazines and getting turned on reading them I took to buying Penthouse Letters and reading it at work. I was sitting in my office tearing open the cellophane wrapper on the latest issue when the little subscription card fell out of the package and onto my desk. I looked at it and the light bulb went on over my head. Chuck’s birthday was in two weeks. I filled out the card, made a copy of it and mailed it in. On Chuck’s birthday he opened his birthday card and found the copy of the subscription card.

"What’s this?"

"One of your birthday presents, a two year subscription to Penthouse Letters."

"Why would you give me something like that?"

"I used your car on your last business trip and I found the box of magazines in the trunk. I thought that if you liked that kind of thing you might like to have a subscription. Besides, I read some of them and some of the things in them turned me on. I figured that if I got you a subscription I could read it when you finish it."

I saw something change in his eyes when I said that and then he did just what I had hoped he would do.

"What turned you on?"

"Lots of things, but mostly it was the overall sexual content."

"Oh come on baby, there must have been something in particular. What was it?"

"You won’t laugh at me or get mad?"

"No, of course not."

"The ones on oral sex."

"Why would that be a turn on? We have oral sex all the time."

"Not that way."

"What way?"

"When I have cum in me. The thought of you sucking cum out of my pussy gets me all hot and horny."

"You want to fuck another man and then have me go down on you?"

"No silly, I want you to lick my pussy after you make love to me."

I saw the light start to die in his eyes so I quickly said, "The other thing that turned me on was the section called Some Ones Watching. I don’t know why but spying on some one while they are making love sounds as erotic as all get out."

"How about being the one spied on?"

"What do you mean?"

"Could you make love if some one was watching you?"

"Good Lord Chuck, how did we get on this subject. All I did was give you a subscription to a magazine. Come on, let’s open the rest of your presents."

The idea was planted and now all I had to do was wait.

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It didn’t take long. Chuck’s birthday was Wednesday and on Saturday, as we were dressing to go to a party, Chuck said, "Do you have any fantasies honey?"

"Sure. My favorite is where I win the lottery, buy an island in the South Seas and spend the rest of my life on the beach perfecting my tan."

"No, no honey, I mean sexual fantasies."

"Just the one I already mentioned."

"What was that?"

"Honestly, don’t men ever pay any attention to anything a woman says?"

"What did I miss?"

"On your birthday I told you that the thought of you eating your cum out of my pussy made me hot and horny."

"I don’t think I could lick my stuff out of you."

"How about some one else’s then?"

"What! What did you just say?"

I laughed, "Don’t have a cow sweetie, I was just joking. You should see the look on your face right now – it’s priceless."

I was rolling my nylons on while Chuck watched and I saw the lump in his pants start to grow:

"How about you? Do you have any sexual fantasies?"

"A couple."

"You want to tell me about them?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because I don’t think that you would like hearing about them."

"Oh come on Chuck, they can’t be any worse than the letters that turn you on when you’re reading your magazines."

Chuck was silent and I said, "What’s the matter baby, are they about me?"

He turned away from me and I said, "That’s it, isn’t it? You are having fantasies about me. What are they? Me with another girl? Me with a big black nigger who has a fifteen-inch cock and who uses me as his personal fuck toy? Come on baby, tell me, it just might turn me on."

"You promise that you won’t get mad?"

"Of course I won’t get mad. You are just going to tell me a fantasy not ask or make me do anything. Come on, tell me. Do you imagine me getting gangbanged? Come on baby, spill it. You know I’m just going to hack away at you until you do."

"Okay, but if you laugh or get mad at me I’m going to be severely pissed. My fantasy is to watch you make love to other men."

"Other men, not man?"

"It started out as another man and evolved into other men."

"Oh wow. I never considered that."

"Does that mean you have considered other things?"

"Well yeah, but nothing like that."

"What did you consider doing?"

"Like doing some of that role playing. You know, go into a bar and flirt, lead men on, get felt up and then hurry home and screw our brains out. But me and other guys while you watch? Wow babe, I don’t think I could do that. I don’t know if I could do it with one man, let alone several."

"You say you don’t think you could, does that leave the door open to maybe finding out?"

Things were heading where I wanted them to go so I decided not to push my luck and try to rush things. "I don’t know Chuck. It is one thing to fantasize about things, but something else again to actually try them. Besides, I took a vow at our wedding to be faithful to you."

"You aren’t being unfaithful if you do it with my approval."

"How did we get onto this subject anyway? Go take your shower or we will be late for the party."

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At the party I made sure that I punched all of Chuck’s buttons. I was wearing one of the outfits that he had given me and CFMs with five-inch heels. I danced with anyone who asked and I allowed hands to go where ever they wanted. My ass was squeezed, my pussy was rubbed through my skirt and I just knew I was going to have bruises on my breasts when I got home. I let myself get maneuvered into dark corners, let myself be kissed and even gave some tongue to a couple of guys.

I did all of that with one eye on Chuck to see how he was taking it. He wasn’t smiling, but I didn’t see anger either so I took it to the next level. When my next dance partner, a tall, handsome black man named Mark, suggested we step outside for some air I said okay and three minutes later we were swapping tongues. He worked his hand down the inside of my skirt and panties and I rubbed the bulge in his pants with my hand. When his hand reached my pussy I unzipped him and reached inside, grasped his erection and pulled it out to where I could stroke it. I looked down at it and saw that it wasn't all that big, just a bit fatter than Chuck’s, but no longer.

"Let’s go to my car" Mark whispered.

"No, I can’t" I said as I let go of his cock and started pulling away from him. "I can’t do this. I’m a married woman and I’ve never cheated on my husband before."

"Maybe not, but you want to or we wouldn’t be here doing what we are."

"But I can’t. He’s inside and he may come looking for me any minute now," and I pulled away from him and hurried back into the party.

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We were no sooner in the car to go home when Chuck said, "Got a little carried away tonight did you?" I was thinking on how to answer that when he said, "I saw you and Mark out on the patio. Several other people saw it to."

"Your point?"

"Damn it Loretta, don’t you think that shows everyone how low you regard me when you can act like that in front of me?"

"It bothered you?"

"Yes it did."

"Did it anger you, make you want to kick Mark’s ass?"

"Damned right it did."

"Well that is just what I was trying to find out. Remember our little talk, the one we had in the bedroom?"

"Yes, what about it?"

"I thought about it all the way to the party. The more I thought about it the more I wondered about what it would be like and the more I wondered about what it would be like the more I thought about maybe doing it. I almost had myself talked into trying it and then reality set in."

"What do you mean, reality?"

"I’m not stupid Chuck. I’ve seen you change over this last year and I know what changed you. Randy’s poker party and what his slut did changed you. The same man who became incensed if a man dance too close with me was suddenly buying me sexy outfits and pressing me to wear them in public, to attract attention from the same men who pissed you off when they danced to close. Tonight you told me of your fantasy of seeing me make it with other men and the way you said it and the tone of your voice told me that it was more that just a fantasy – you actually wanted me to do it!

"I like doing things for you Chuck, I like doing what makes you happy and while being bedded by another man is stretching things a bit I wouldn’t rule it out if that is what you really wanted. The other side of that coin is that I love you and I value my marriage and I’m not – repeat not – going to do anything that will jeopardize either of those. So tonight I did what I did to see how you would react. Your reaction to what I did tonight tells me that there isn’t any way on God’s Green Earth that you could handle seeing me in bed with another man."

"You mean you really thought about doing it?"

"Until we got in this car, but not now, no way!"

"Why not?"

"Get serious Chuck, you couldn’t handle seeing felt up and being kissed. The fact that I stroked Mark’s cock bent you all out of shape; there is no way you could handle seeing me fuck another man."

"The party was different Loretta. I wasn’t in on it. If I had known what you were doing I’d have felt like I was part of it."

"That’s what you say now, but I have no way of knowing whether or not it is just bullshit and I’m not risking my marriage on bullshit."

"Okay, I’ll just have to prove it isn’t."

"How do you figure you can do that?"

"Harry Winslow’s wife is throwing him a birthday party next Saturday. I hadn't intended on going, but now I think we will. You just go and do whatever you feel comfortable with only this time I’ll know and that will make me a part of it."

"Whatever I feel comfortable with doing?"

"No pressure Lorrie, just do what you want."

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I was well on my way to doing what I wanted to do and with my husband’s blessings. The only problem was that it was a week away and the anticipation was driving me crazy. By Wednesday I was so frustrated that I was ready to scream so during my lunch break I headed for the adult bookstore.

This time a cock came through the hole in the wall before I even put my money into the machine. I stared at it for several seconds and then I went to my knees in front of it. The cock that was sticking through the wall was black and it was huge! It had to be twelve inches long because he had ten inches sticking out on my side of the wall. I was staring at the drop of pre-cum in the pee hole and something happened as I was reaching for it. I don’t know why it happened; I hadn’t planned on it happening, but at the last second my tongue slid out and I licked the head of that huge cock. A tenth of a second later I was giving some unknown man a blow job. He must have been as excited about it as I was because it only took him about three minutes to get off. I wasn’t expecting it and when the first glob hit the back of my throat I jerked back and the second spurt hit my nose and the third hit my chin. I grabbed the cock with both hands and finished him off by hand.

As the limp cock pulled back and disappeared I got my panties off and wiped off my face and hands with them and then I tossed them into a corner. As I did I wondered what happened to all the panties I was leaving in that booth. I giggled at the thought that they might be pinned to a board somewhere all in a row and with a label under them; maybe something like "Booth C, 6/5/05." I still had my problem though so I fed some money into the machine and masturbated while watching a sexy little blond take on three black men. I got myself off, but Chuck was still going to be worn out when I got done with him that night.

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Even though I knew I’d crossed a line with what I had done at the bookstore I didn’t consider it as cheating on Chuck. As far as I was concerned cheating was giving yourself to another man and I hadn’t done that and I wasn’t going to do that. If I gave myself to another it would only be with my husband’s blessings. I wanted that blessing, oh sweet Jesus did I ever want it. I had a list of guys I wanted to take to my bed, but I was stone serious about loving Chuck and not wanting to screw up my marriage. So, even though I wanted other men I wasn’t going to do it without Chuck’s approval and I wanted to make damned sure that we were on the same page.

An hour before it was time to get ready for Harry’s party I told Chuck that I wanted to talk to him. "About tonight, are you absolutely sure about what you want? Have you thought about it all the way through?"

"What do you mean?"

"Outside of the fact that I’m no so sure that you can handle me being with another man have you given any thought to the rest of it? What if you decide that you don’t really like it, but that I do and I want to do more of it? Have you considered that he might be big, a lot bigger than you and I’ll get hooked on having big cocks? What about the possibility that he might be a better lover and I’ll want to continue seeing him? Have you considered any of those things?"

"Not really. They don’t really matter to me."

"How can you say that?"

"Look Loretta, I love you and I know that you love me. All of those things that you just mentioned could happen and it wouldn’t matter because I know that you will always come home to me. I know that I might be letting the genie out of the bottle and you might run free for a while, but I also know that you are mine and that I am yours and I have no doubt that whatever happens that won’t change."

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The party was an hour old when Mark showed up. I felt my pussy tingle as I remembered what we had done at the last party. As I thought about the black cocks from the adult bookstore and about Mark’s nice sized black boner I turned to Chuck and whispered in his ear, "Are you absolute certain you can handle me with another man?"

"Yes."

I looked at him for several seconds and then I said, "Okay, but before I bring a man into our bedroom I want to make sure. I’m going to run a little test. When you see me dancing with Mark go outside and find a place where you can watch our car without being seen."

"What are you going to do?"

"At the very least I’ll give him a hand job. If you don’t come storming over to rip the doors off the car I may go down on him. Where it might go from there I don’t know, but I’d rather find out here than at home that you can’t handle it."

"You are serious? You are really going to do it?"

I guess that depends on you, doesn’t it?"

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It didn’t take Mark long to come over and ask me to dance and it didn’t take long for his hands to go roaming. When he leaned down and whispered in my ear, "Any chance we can go outside and pick up where we left off last week?" I glanced around and saw Chuck heading outside.

"Am I any less married tonight than I was last week?"

"No, but you have had a week to think about it. You want to sweetie and we both know it. The fact that you were the one to unzip me and take my cock out proved that."

"Did Chuck do something to you and you feel the need to get even by having his wife?"

"No sweetie, I want you because you are the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen."

He had me in a dark corner and he had a hand on my right breast and I was rubbing his hard cock with my leg. I slid a hand down his body until I reached his bulge and then I squeezed it. "Do you have a condom?"

"As a matter of fact I do."

"Why don’t we go outside for a breath of fresh air?"

"Lead the way fair lady."

I led him straight to our car and on the way I tried to see if I could spot Chuck, but I never saw him. Mark and I got in the back and started to make out like teenagers at the drive in. Mark’s hands were busy on my breasts and I was tugging at his zipper while our tongues played with each other. I lifted my skirt so Mark could get my panties down while I tried to work his cock out of confinement. His fingers found my pussy just as his cock sprang free and I spread my legs to give him better access as I started to jack him off. Our tongues were still dueling and I was moaning and squirming as Mark fingered me.

As much as I wanted to let myself go there was still a part of me that expected Chuck to come charging up to put a stop to things. When, after almost five minutes he still hadn’t tried to stop me I took it to the next level. I pulled my mouth away from Mark’s and lowered my head and took his nice hard black cock between my lips and started sucking on it. I licked it, I sucked it and I used my hands to play with his balls. It wasn’t long, less than three minutes actually, before I felt him tense up and I knew he was going to release his load and I clamped my lips tight around him as he gushed. I gulped and I swallowed and when he stopped spurting and started to go soft I kept on making love to his cock with my mouth.

It took a few minutes, but then I felt him starting to grow and I took my mouth off him and asked him for his condom. He gave it to me and I rolled it on and then I slid down on the seat and told him to fuck me. Mark was only marginally bigger than Chuck and since I’d been a virgin when I married Chuck I had no yardstick for measuring a man’s ability as a lover, but the fact that I was a married woman and that somewhere close by my husband was watching me get fucked by another man was so exciting that I had an orgasm almost as soon as Mark plunged his cock into me.

I moaned, I screamed, I cried out and I pushed up at him to meet each of his down strokes and I came again and again before Mark climaxed. I felt so deliciously wicked and slutty as I lay stretched out on that back seat that I almost went after myself with my fingers so that I could cum again. Mark was leaning over me and he said, "That was marvelous. When can we do it again?"

I only hesitated a moment and then I asked, "Have you got another condom?"

"In my car."

"Better hurry then, I only have so much time before Chuck misses me and comes looking."

To be continued.