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 Story for Pheobe - sparked by chatting with a friend.

   (you find your fantasy becomes reality - most unexpectedly)

   Happily married for the past 3 years, you've never felt better.  Your
life is going well at work, you are respected by your colleagues, you have
friends who you can rely on to understand you.  You love going to parties
with Jon, the love of your life.  He's attractive to women, his charm
always drawing crowds of girls around him.  It makes you jealous to watch
how at ease he is with them.  Several of your friends tell you how hot he
is.  You always smile, a little condescending, because he's yours. 
However, he's not the only guy you've had sex with - but sex with him is
just awesome!  He's considerate, caring, loving and always pleasing you. 
You ache for him when he's not there, and your lust for him drives you
crazy some days.

   You're not unattractive yourself, often having to spoil the thoughts of
your students who try to chat to you.  Holding sessions with groups of all
young males is not your favorite time of the day as you know they are
thinking the worst male chauvinist thoughts about you.  And that's the one
thing that turns you off - men thinking that a girl should like them,
without any of the romance and tender care a woman really needs.  You dress
specifically so as not to be sexy in a male-turn-on sort of way - just
being yourself - in your own clothes - comfortable!

   You are looking forward to the dinner party that weekend.  Your best
girlfriend has invited the two of you and 7 others.  You know most of the,
but you're most intrigued when Carol tells you she's invited this new guy.
He's not her new flame, but interesting, is how she describes him.  You
trust Carol with your intimate secrets and she's aware of your very strong
feelings for Jon.  She's told you many times that she'd swap any of her
boyfriends for a night with him, but you always laugh off that suggestion.
You do spend probably far too much time telling her how good he is for you
and you've noticed how her eyes light up when you get to the details.

   So far, you and Carol have just been friends, but there's a lot you have
in common and you often wonder whether she is entirely heterosexual. 
You've felt the odd thrill when you've been with her - the glimpse of her
body when you've been swimming, the touch of her hand against your breast a
couple of times.  Nothing to be alarmed about, but you have felt stirrings
within.  The thought of being more intimate with a woman is not
off-putting. It would just feel different, you say to yourself.

   During the week leading up to the party, you and Jon have had sex
several times.  Well, of course, it's really passionate lovemaking. 
Nothing with Jon could be just sex - he's too much of a woman-pleaser. 
He's told you how his earlier girlfriends have been surprised by his
detailed knowledge of how to turn them on - and off!  He's been quite
perfect for you, knowing your body and mind so well that now just a look
from him can turn you into a helpless hungry female.  He can make you cum
when you are ready, never forcing you, just teasing the next orgasm out of
you each time.  He's good in that he doesn't tire you out, always
understanding when you've enjoyed sufficient pleasure for one session.

   You get ready for the party, this time agreeing with Jon about wearing
that slinky black dress you bought on a whim some months ago.  He's wanted
you to wear it several times previously, but you've not thought that it was
the right time.  You feel self-conscious as the hem is quite short and the
neckline is quite low.  In fact, if you're honest, you know you look
stunning, but you're worried that it's not the image you want to project to
others.  It's OK with Jon - he'll be there for you, but what if...?

   Underneath you have that exclusive matching black underwear from Chanel
that Jon bought you last Xmas.  You were shocked at first when you opened
his package, but luckily your parents were out of the room at that moment.
He grinned as you blushed to see the sexy panties and scooped bra.  You hid
them away quickly and tried to look normal.  But when you tried them on
later with him in your bedroom, Jon was very turned on and your lovemaking
that night was awesome, probably the best ever.

   You arrive at the party and Carol meets you at the door to her penthouse
apartment.  Her eyes quickly scan over you and she giggles.

   "Wow!" she exclaims, "You've brought a new girl tonight, Jon!"

   "She does look great, doesn't she," my perfectly charming guy murmurs,
kissing her gently on the cheek.

   "Carol, you look lovely!" you enthuse.

   She smiles sexily at you and kisses you enthusiastically.  Your lips
brush across hers and you tingle.  She's wearing the red cocktail dress
she'd bought while out shopping with you last weekend.  It's even shorter
than yours, showing off her lovely legs, but the high neckline and it's
beautiful shape disguise the fact that she had quite large breasts.  You
guess that's why you liked your black dress so much - it shows off your
somewhat smaller breasts to the best advantage.  At least, that's what Jon
said.  He's always wanted your boobs to be bigger, but he's happy tonight.

   Inside her apartment, the place is buzzing with noise, both from a good
sound system and from people chatting excitedly.  Jon gets you a drink and
you chat with a couple from Carol's workplace.  The woman is a photographer
and has some interesting clients.

   Your eyes scan the room, hoping to catch sight of Carol's 'special' guy.
A few guys catch your eye, smiling suggestively at you.  One even comes
close and tries to run his hand over your butt.  You shrug him off with a
nasty jibe at his too colourful shirt.  You see Jon in intense conversation
with a couple of attractive girls.  Nothing wrong with that, you think, and
drift off to another part of the house.

   Outside a quiet room, that you know is normally Carol's study, you
notice that the light is on.  Carol said she's be keeping the door closed
because her PC is in there and she always leaves it on for her friends to
send her messages.  You listen at the door for a moment and you can hear
the keyboard being used quickly.  Then you hear the unmistakable sounds of
a woman moaning in sexual ecstasy.  Your interest is really piqued now and
you approach the open door.  It is only open a fraction and you can't
really see inside.  The moans get louder and then there is the distinctive
sound of a woman in the throes of orgasm.

   Your pussy is beginning to get a lot more than just moist and you gently
push against the door.  What you see is the back of a guy, sitting in the
large leather office chair.  On the PC screen is a video of a young sexy
woman having her cleanly shaved pussy deliciously licked by another sexy
girl.  From the face of the other girl, covered in juices, it's clear that
the girl being licked has already enjoyed one orgasm, at least.

   "Please close the door!" murmurs the man's voice.

   As he turns towards you, you can see that he is holding in one hand the
most beautiful erect cock you have ever seen.  Your gasp is one of both
astonishment and lust.  He laughs.

   "You've caught me out!" he smiles, moving his hand away from his cock,
which just pulsates against his body.

   "Hi!" you manage to say, your eyes unable to move away from his
magnificent cock.  "I'm Pheobe."

   "Jeff!"

   He extends the hand that had been holding his cock.  You take it
gingerly and h smiles.

   "Maybe wrong hand to offer!" he giggles and you can't help but smile.

   You are slowly recovering from both the shock of seeing him masturbating
so openly and the fact that a burst of pure lust shot through your body.

   "That looks a fun video," you murmur, moving closer so you can watch the
screen.

   The two girls are about to share a double dildo, one of your other
secret fantasies.  You watch fascinated as they slowly climb one on each
end of the monster.  You realise that Jeff's hand has returned to stroking
his cock, and you smile.  You are now standing close beside the chair, your
eyes moving rapidly between the scene on the screen and the cock he's
playing with so slowly, yet so expertly.  He changes hands, still watching
the screen and slowly masturbating.  You've never seen such an amazingly
exciting cock being played with so close to you.

   Suddenly, you feel his hand touching the back of your left leg.  You
flinch but the hand doesn't move.  The girls on the screen are getting
really into using the dildo now and their cries of pleasure (faked or not)
are filling the small room.  You really want his hand to move, to travel
upwards, to find your wetness.  You moan softly, close to him.

   "That is very exciting!" you murmur.

   "They both cum soon.  Watch!" he says, quietly.

   As you watch, enthralled and so very aroused, the girls on the monitor
reach simultaneous orgasms, crying and writhing like wild things.  You find
that you are mimicking them, writhing your body and moaning softly.  You
suddenly feel his fingers touching the heart of your lust, brushing across
your wet pussy lips.  Your knees almost give way and you have to hold onto
his shoulder to keep from falling down.  His gentle fingers have eased
apart your pussy lips and delve a little inside the heat of your pussy. 
Then, taking that moisture with them, they slide upwards fractionally,
finding your intensely sensitive clitoris.  You gasp with extreme pleasure
and suddenly realise that he is still slowly masturbating his cock in front
of you.

   A large drop of pre-cum has oozed from the tip and is dribbling down the
shaft, getting mixed up with his fingers.  You want to bend down and lick
it off with your tongue, to taste his pleasure.  But his fingers playing at
your clit are arousing you beyond control.  You are going to cum and cum
very hard on his fingers.  You groan loudly and close your eyes as the
waves hit you.  Your legs do give way now, but you hold onto his shoulder,
staying upright - just!

   You hear his loud groan and manage to open your eyes in time to see the
first spurt of his hot cum shoot out onto his clothes.  You moan with
delight as then several more giant spurts of his cum follow, accompanied by
grunts and groans from him.  You can't believe just how beautiful his cock
looks as it spurts so hard for you.  You want to love it, caress it and
kiss it.

   "I'd better clean up.  You'd better rejoin the party!" he murmurs,
smiling naughtily at you.

   You mutter your thanks and struggle away from his tempting fingers. 
Your juices are running down your thighs - a delicious reminder of the
intensely erotic moments you've just enjoyed.

   You go back to the party room, find Jon about to get another drink.  You
cuddle up to him closely and whisper in his ear.  He nods enthusiastically,
following you.  You leave the apartment and go down two flights of stairs.

   In the garage of Carol's place, you lean against your friend's car.  Jon
comes to you and finds you so hungry for him.  Your kiss gives away your
horny state, His fingers immediately dive under your dress and he grunts as
he finds your wetness.  It's a hurried, wanton coupling - you bent over the
bench with your dress above your waist - his hard cock sliding deliciously
into you without any preliminaries.  And the thrusting, wonderful feeling
of his exquisite cock plunging into your horny depths.  Within a couple of
minutes, you cum violently and squeal with pleasure.  He follows shortly
after, spurting his cum deep into you.  His warmth completes the
satisfaction you've desired all evening.

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