Fantasy

Last Friday night I was at my good friend Larry’s, I had a few beers and I was watching a movie. His wife Lynn went out with some of her work friends. Around eleven o’clock, we just finished the movie and went to a poker program on ESPN.

Lynn walked a few minutes later and it was obvious that she felt no pain. Clearly, his evening with the girls had cost him a lot. Larry, Lynn and I are old and dear friends, so we talked for a while about what was happening in our lives.

Danny woke up slowly. Like him, his hand found his dick. As usual, he was inflated and hard. He started slowly hitting his huge, long penis foot as he wondered what the day would bring. It was his eighteenth birthday and his mother promised him a surprise for his birthday, but he couldn’t imagine what it could be.

But just her thought made her cock lurch threatening. He had recently begun to have very indecent thoughts about his mother. He felt disgusted that he could even think of her in his way of thinking, but he could not.

My wife (42) and I have been married for almost 20 years and have a wonderful sex life together. Believe it or not, we never made a mistake. During the past year, my wife felt abandoned by the computer revolution and took basic courses on the DOS. I encouraged her to play with some children’s games, write letters, etc. For her birthday last month, I bought her an internet account. She could then read focus groups, write emails, talk, etc. My wife is a bit of a flirt and I knew that as a woman she would get a lot of attention on the Internet. It was good with me, I had certainly had my own experiences in the past and after being married as long as we have, a little diversion, especially if it is limited to an electron exchange, is not a bad idea at all.

Last night, I had a great dream. I was in high school my first year. I just got out of the shower, ready in the morning, when my little sister came in. “I don’t want to go to school today” she cried softly. She was 13 years old in Grade 2.

“Why? Are you sick? Tell Mom before she goes to work.

“No, I’m not sick. I have a big paper to do today and I haven’t finished it,” she admitted. “Can you take me to Pam’s at 3:00? We do it together.”

I’m in my 20s and my girlfriend’s mother is very sexy. Every time I visit their house, I find it most of the time looking at my crotch while I look at her breasts. Sometimes I caught her and smiled. I first suspected her appeal to me when she accidentally hit her smooth ass at my big member on an occasional visit on Saturday. She did not withdraw immediately and I confirmed that she was interested. Her husband is a little sensitive, tall, has thick and very hard-working glasses, which may explain why they’re good at it. He doesn’t look like he’s taking care of his wife.

You feel naked and scratching under your short skirt. It’s weird to be shaved. You haven’t felt that way since you were 12, and it’s because of your perverted husband. He invited a friend to watch the fight. One thing led to another… Soon after, you were sucking Al’s dick and your wife cut off your pretty bush.

He was careful not to put on you, fondling your labia in the foam and drawing the blade on your sensitive skin until each small loop was history. After being naked, he sat down and admired you for a while, his friend still holding your ankles high and wide as he threw himself at the bottom of your throat. Then he licked you a little, delighted with your sweetness and the new sensation of your bald little pubis as he stinged your wet folds and kissed the sweetness of your vagina. He went after your clitoris, rolled it under his lips until you shouted Al’s kidneys. Your assailant on his knees only took you harder when your husband got away. Naked now, his dick has risen and looks mean.

Life is weird! As a great firm lawyer now doing pro bono work for the court, I met an old girlfriend; Actually, I had hoped she’d be my girlfriend in college.

Sally B was still beautiful at 35 and I recognized her first and when I said her name while she was sitting in my office, she laughed and said, TIMMY! I could never forget that beautiful body, and I guess she couldn’t forget a skinny kid, little geek after all. Then we shared the usual stories of the past. Who married, divorced.

It all started on a Saturday afternoon when I came in after mowing the lawn. Mom jumped me from behind the door and started tickling me ruthlessly.

“Gottcha!” she shouted and began to circle me against a wall. I started laughing and tried to fight Mom’s fingers for their torture. Know that if I didn’t run away soon, Mom would make me cry so loudly.

We’ve done things like that since I was seven. In the morning she woke me up for school by jumping on the bed where I slept and she started tickling me until I begged her to stop. But usually I even had the following weekend, because at the time Dad had to leave for work very early so Mom slept late. While she was still asleep, I was going to leave nowhere and land on her bed, bouncing us both up in the air. As in the past, we started to place ice cubes in shirts, water balloons coming from nowhere and when we worked in the garden, we vaporized with the garden hose (although once we weren’t out when it happened). What a mess!). Basically, we acted more like best friends than mother and son.

Before I start, I should give a brief description of my wife, Julie. She’s 26 years old, she has a 5'3" 105lbs slim with long red hair flamboyant (a real redhead I could add!), blue eyes, and a set of stern red-lips made to suck the dick. She also has a nice 38B firm pair that just ask to be sucked and pressed. Its lower half is even better, measuring at a beautiful 36 inches with a meticulously cut pussy to expose its soft and tender lips. Julie also likes to give head & get fucked doggystyle. My wife can also sometimes be submissive. One of my fantasies is to watch my wife serve more than one man at a time. This is what happened a few weeks ago.

My former boyfriend, Jerry had been away for two weeks, working outside the city and I was waiting for him at his house around 8:00 on Friday night. I was as excited as hell and all I could think was to put him in bed when he came home.

The phone rang around 4:30 and it was Jerry. He told me he was sorry, but he was gonna have to work on the weekend and he wouldn’t be back until Monday. “What am I gonna do, I really miss you,” I said. Jerry said in a pleasant way, “I’m sorry, but you could always go to town and fuck if you want.” I was shocked that he said that and asked him if he was serious. He told me he wouldn’t bother me to do the same. I mean, he said, “Come on, have fun, I’ll see you on Monday.”