What happens when fantasy and reality collide? Does it always have to result in shattered illusion and misery?
Hell, no. Read on.
Tonight, my husband made sweet passionate love to me. As did another. Simultaneously. Except my husband was unaware of his presence, since a threesome involving two men and myself is not his idea of bliss.
But it’s definitely one of mine.
You should understand — in fact regular readers are well aware — that passion between CH and myself has been sorely lacking for a long time. Sex has resumed between us, and he feels the passion, certainly, but me? Less so.
I counter this by fantasizing. Tonight was simply the most successful of my attempts so far. Eros must have smiled upon me from above…
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Pitch black. Two bodies, clinging to each other. Kissing, endless kissing.
My husband kisses me. I am kissing the other.
Warm caresses, soft stroking, arms, neck and back. I can almost smell his presence, earthy, musky, sexy… the soft scent of aftershave drifting lazily toward me. And my husband, his own special smell with which I’m so familiar.
Graduating from the vertical to the horizontal, we lay down on the bed. I embrace my husband, but can almost feel the other’s body spooning mine, his breath upon my neck, and his soft touch on my hip.
My husband whispers to me:
“I’m going to make you come, and come hard.”
I can almost hear the other:
“Not if I get there first.”
The dark aids me to blur the two. I can barely decipher what is real and what is fantasy, and I’m way past caring. All I can think about is putting an end to the torment that has plagued me all day, that fiery heat of desire simply begging to be quenched.
His hands run up my thighs, spreading them wide. Next thing I feel warm breath between them, and a lazy nibble on the soft flesh of my inner leg. I sigh in fevered anticipation.
Elsewhere, a mouth descends upon my soft, creamy breast, my nipple already standing to attention as a tongue gently caresses and sucks… softening its rock-like hardness only to bite, gently but firmly as my moans of desire increase.
The other (for I am certain that the erotic lightness of touch between my legs is he) runs his tongue along my slit, almost imperceptibly at first, but gradually with more pressure… until they part, and his tongue delves further. Tongue swirling within, he finds my apex and — to my amazement — pauses his rhythm to stop and kiss it gently. I’m so moved by such a sweet and tender act of affection that a tear springs to my eye, and I sigh with genuine pleasure. I’m sure I hear him whisper something, but it’s so faint that I cannot distinguish it above the moans of my husband.
Using his tongue he licks and caresses my hard rosebud of a clit, as it quivers involuntarily from the divine stimulation.
Hands are on my ass, stroking the crevice between them, gently probing further… very softly… very delicately..
Both nipples engorged with desire, mouths sucking, tongue lapping as I draw nearer to orgasm…
Higher and higher I soar, senses afire, the dervishes of my mind spinning wildly until I peak, and cry out a name — faint and indiscernible, but quite intentional.
As I descend from the heights of orgasmic bliss, I feel a myself be bodily caressed and then entered. This time there is no doubt as to the identity of my lover. This time I know it is the other.
A hard, beautiful cock pushes inside me, reaching deeper and deeper, satisfying my intense need for insertive stimulation. I cry out again — this time a wild animal cry of ecstasy — as I feel my vaginal muscles contract around it, settling into place, reacting to the feel of it with pleasure.
Harder and harder he pumps into me, as I whisperingly urge to continue.
“Don’t stop… oh god, yes… fuck me… harder… harder… yes. Yes… YES.”
His arousal already heightened by the spectacle of my own, we rock together with amazing synchronicity.
It’s good. So good. Damn good. I love that feeling.
And then, he comes… warm wet and gushing inside me… as I sigh with exhausted delight.
Only then does the other fade, as I turn over to sleep, still descending from the heights of passion attained. I can almost feel his soft kiss on the back of my neck, as I drift off into the black abyss of sleep, lying nakedly among the crumpled sheets that witnessed our passion.
Not our first time, but the most incredible. So far, that is.
Thank you, and good night.