Don't Give Up Your Fantasy!

FINALLY by Iluv R. Moore

Did I get a treat last nite!  When I was getting worked up real
good, I started my little oration of discussing my wife's
naughtiness inspired by yours truly (my fantasy to see her flirt
with other men).  I asked her whether she enjoyed wearing her cute
little short denim skirt at the mall?

She responded more positively then usual.  Finally, she is enjoying
it a little. In the past, with my coercion, she would wear something
sexy but remain very lady like when we were in public.  This had
progressed rather nicely to the point where she would even go
pantiless...and of course braless.  But her treasures still remained
hidden, often being totally hidden by her tightly pressed knees.
She would be extremely carefel whenever getting up from a bar stool
from one of the places we frequent. Whenever I had asked her to let
something show, she would respond that I am never satisfied and
become mad.  She was answering differently tonite!

Since she responded positively tonite, I asked her more questions.
"Did you know that when you were about half way up the steps at the
mall, I could see your entire backside clad in your sexy panties?"
She only responded with a flirty smile.  Finally, a little playing
and fantasizing by my 44-year-old and 16-year wife.

Since our bedroom talk was going so well, I decided to go a step
farther.  I pressed on with my cock slowly fucking her while asking
if she knew others could have seen her at the mall. I worked her
clit well before asking as I know that her clit is a key to sexing
her up good. I was anticipating her freezing up or at least
responding lackadaisically, but to my surprise, she said it pleased
her to know that.  Fantastic, she was permitting me to explore my
fantasy in bed. A major step in the direction of my fantasy of
sharing her.

For those of you that are accustomed to your wife bonking others,
this may not be a big deal; however, this was an indicator of major
progress in our sex life.  You see, before tonite, she would become
angry when I mentioned another man sharing her pleasures in any way,
shape, or form, even while fantasizing during lovemaking.  I recall
the first time; we actually stopped making love and argued.  I was
telling her it was only fantasy and bedroom talk between man and
wife.  She insisted on her puritanical ways.  I had to beat off that
night, although I lost interest when she refused to play along.
After that, I fantasized to myself while love making. Back to
tonite's changed woman. At this point in time, I would guess a year
had elapsed since I mentioned another man being involved.  I
anticipated her freezing up; instead, she just permitted me my
fantasy, however,  without much enthusiasm and with a little
indifference.  I thought for a moment that I could have had more fun
masturbating.  I wondered if some former girlfriends would not have
been a better choice.  They were fucking more than me and I was
jealous.  I remember asking an old girlfriend what the clumpy white
stuff was down in her matted pussy hair.  Although I did not know it
at the time, I am glad I dove into and ate a well-used pussy. Oh
well.  Time to stop reminiscing.  I married my beautiful Italian
virgin, who waited to give me her virginity at the age of 28.

As I was saying, more recently, she did not always  become angry,
but she did complain that I often included a stranger in my
fantasies.  After going out when she was dressed as sexy as I could
encourage her, I frequently tried to talk to her about flirting and
more.  She would eventually ask  me to stop. Should I dare continue
to ask more questions about the mall tonite?  I risked an already
better-than-usual thing.

I told her that I could see more than her panties from my vantage
point.  She smiled encouragelingly for me to continue.  I told her
that two men (no big deal but both happened to be black) walked
under her, one at a time,  when she was walking right next to the
railing on the second floor.  Did I feel a slight spasm at that
mention?  I do not know.  "You know that both of them noticed you.
They both took a double-take when they saw up your skirt so easily.
Do you mind?" Then I realized that her pussy had been soaking wet as
soon as we to into bed.  I then asked her if she really had enjoyed
it and was not doing it just for me.  She told me that she had been
waiting for me to ask her to dress sexy in public again.  Now that
the weather had changed, she said she would go pantiless next time.
She actually asked me whether that would be ok with me.  I responded
by accelerating my thrusts and jetting out stream after stream of
cum for nearly 10 seconds.  Those two guys would have feasted on her
bare cunt! She knew my answer without a word.  I was so excited that
I immediately ate my cum out of her sodden love canal.  She loved
it.  She loves to be eaten or slowly fucked after her first orgasm.

I told her that beyond the shadow of a doubt that I wanted her to
enjoy sex as much as I do. And, that I am willing to understand her
needs whatever they might be.  She is a desirable woman and I am,
after all, 44 years old.  Once I come, I usually do not do much
afterwards. Therefore, I love the foreplay.  I told her that we
would "go to the mall or something like that again."

My size 7 (absolutely true) petite little Italian wife maybe mature,
but she has not lost her sex appeal.  She stays slim.  No, she does
not work out everyday and have a figure of a 20-year old model, (we
do have a real life!)  but she is a heck of a lot better than many
of the wives her age.  We ski, bike and simply do things to not get
obese.  She weighs eight pounds less  than our 13-year-old daughter!
Also, she has beautiful tits, just the right size.  She can wear
almost any blouse and go braless.  Her tits do not sag to the floor
because she is not very large.  However, her brown nipples are
silver-dollared size and chocolate in color.  They can easily be
seen through her sheerest blouse I bought her at the mall that very
night.  I was shocked when she said she would try it on.

There was a young black man (again, he was a man and that's what
made it exciting) sitting next to the women's dressing room when my
wife went in to try on the little sweaterlike blouse that stopped
just below her tits.  This is getting too good.  She came out of the
dressing room slowly and with some embarrassment, but there she was.
Her beautiful nipples were literally inches from his face.  He acted
ever so nonchalant, but I knew he was soaking in her beauty and
daring display.  I actually had to gradually came to ease before
soaking in the situation. Then she shocked me when she told me to
buy it.  Wow.  Even our 15-year-old (at home at the time), told her
later she could not wear it.  This was too good to be true.  She had
purchased and promised to wear some slutware!

By now, you should know that I have not exaggerated one iota of the
truth.  My story may not include an NBA team, with all black men who
have cocks that defy descriptions and size (although I have seen
some big ones) but it is 100% true.  Let me continue the story by
adding what I would like to see next.

We had to be patient but the night finally came when we could go out
and play without the kids.  For the first time, she made plans that
did not include the routine visiting relatives, or dining out and
home to bed.  She came home straight from work and we left
immediately.  She works in a hospital so she had already changed.  I
was somewhat disappointed because she had dressed very normally
after work in the hospital.

So, off we went west on I-480 in Cleveland.  She said she was tired
and put the seat back and closed her eyes.  She was facing away from
me and, after awhile, I noticed a truck paralleling us.  Her long
sundress was pushed somewhat out of the way, but her legs were not
overly exposed.  However, she did look scrumptious.  When she rolled
over after awhile, with her eyes closed, I noticed that her
conservative sundress was unbuttoned enough that the left half fell
open to the seat, fully exposing her left breast from above.  She
had been in this position the entire time with the truck paralleling
us.  She did not say a word but eventually let her long skirt fall
more and more off  her legs.  She turned over again and this time
her skimpy panties became visible toward me.

Knowing that the best angle for a truck driver is on the right side
of the truck, I quickly went to overtake the next truck.  I caught
up and kept pace with a new semi.  Since it was right after work, we
often had to slow down.  The rush hour was proving to be somewhat
more exciting than I have ever experienced before.  She flipped back
and forth during our 45-minute ride to our yet unknown destination.
One time, as she was facing me, from the corner of my eye I saw her
smiling up with one breast "accidentally" exposed and her long skirt
fully off to the side, exposing her lacy and see through panties.
Carefully, so not to discourage her with any guilt, I did not
acknowledge her actions but looked to see who the admirer might be.
Sure enough, a truck's partner was making eye contact with my wife.
I had to do everything not to cum in my pants on the spot.  My
little church-going puritan wife was finally indulging her
sexuality! When we came to the end of 480, I guessed our destination
to be a motel that advertises adult videos in the rooms.  My wife
rose up and got out with me as we made idle talk.  She may have been
sizing up my reaction, just testing how far I wanted to go with my?
her fantasy?  In the lobby, I routinely signed us in.  To the right
is a familiar set of steep stairs that leads down to a quiet and
small bar.  It would be the ideal set of stairs to show off my
wife's treasures.  While thinking about the possibilities of the
stairs and filling out the paperwork, I had not noticed a couple of
truck drivers coming into the lobby.  I also felt my wife's fingers
squeeze me arm. The motel is located right off the freeway.  We
exchanged simple courteous greetings with them, but she then said
something and they both smiled.  Later, when I asked her, she told
me that she had asked them if they were traveling on I-480 and if
they enjoyed the scenery.  She mentioned the scenery could be very
interesting here, too. She carefully observed my approving smile.
With that, I said let's go to our room.

Up in the room, she immediately had a video to play.  When I went to
close the drapes, she said we could stay dressed and fool around a
little.  Was this my wife talking?  We laid down on the bed and
began to watch the movie she had picked.  It was a movie about a
wife and husband inviting another man to bed.  This was getting
better by the minute.  She casually asked me whether I was enjoying
the flick as she reached down to touch my growing excitement.  She
did not need for me to answer.  She then apologized that she had
forgot her bag of clothes in the car.  I did not know she had
brought anything else along.  She was gone for just a short time and
returned to a scene where the wife was sucking the other guy off in
front of her husband.  She asked me if the husband could really
enjoy that.  I reassured her that it was definitely possible, and
darn right erotic.  With no inside lights on but the window fully
opened, my wife headed to the back of the room to wash up and
change.  She took a shower as I watched the video.  I noticed one of
the truck drivers walk past and glance into our room.  He glanced in
and kept walking.

After her shower, she stepped out of the bathroom into the small
vanity area in the back of the room.  With the light on in the
bathroom and over the vanity, my wife was well-illuminated. She
asked me to step outside to see how well I could see into the room.
She wanted to slowly dry first while putting on her makeup before
getting dressed.  I stepped briefly outside and looked in.  Instant
hardon...but it could easily be construed as an oversight on our
part.  She was, after all, not standing in front of the window.  You
would have to look well into the room to see her. But, if you took
your time, there she was.  When I turned to go back in, I noticed
the two drivers outside looking at their rig and occasionally
glancing my way.  I went in and said she was fine next to the
vanity.  "Someone would have to stop and stare before they could see
you well." She teasingly said, "Maybe the truck drivers will see
more scenery."

She took her time and asked me if I was enjoying the movie.  I told
her it was hot.  The current scene depicted double penetration.  She
only laughed and said she was too small down there to do anything
like that.  With just a towel she had just now wrapped around her
body, she came to me and laid next to me on the bed.  We kissed and
fondled each other lightly as we watched the movie.  As she bent her
knees up, she had to have uncovered her ass from under the towel.
Of course, no one was there to see it.  However, walking past our
window would have offered a good view.  In the current scene, the
woman finished off her lover in her mouth as her husband watched.  L
asked, " which husband could really handle that?"  I said you would
never know till you tried.  On several occasions our trucker friends
walked by our room along with others.  Since we were not naked and
just cuddling, we were at ease.

Then, she asked me if I wanted something to drink.  I laughingly
responded that if she would run to get something to drink, I would
pay for it!  I was hoping to get her outside in just her towel.
Would she bite? She swooned with an incredible gleam in her eyes, "I
could get you something special to drink if that is what you really
wanted."  I looked at her without fully comprehending the full
meaning of her statement and said that I love surprises!  I was
thinking only about the fact she was only wearing a towel.  I dared
her to go in just the towel since the vending machines were in the
hallway next to our room. She left the room.  I smiled to myself,
knowing that my wife was outside in just a towel.  What is someone
walked by?  Would she panic?  Would she say hello?  I was having a
heart attack with just these thoughts alone. My attention slowly
turned back to the video on the screen.  What it would be like to
have a sex-filled marriage!  Hey, my wife was outside the room in
only a towel; it may be beginning for me!  I thought I noticed
someone quickly walk back the window, but the person was moving so
fast that I was not sure.  My wife returned a little later and I
asked her if everything was alright. She had been gone more than
enough time to purchase something to drink.  She said nothing; she
only smiled.  She came over to the bed and then went totally around
to the other side.  She was acting really strange.  I once again
asked her if everything was ok.  She put her finger to my lips to
keep me still.  She knelt on the bed and hovered her face over mind.
We looked at each other for awhile, anticipating a kiss.  Finally,
she lowered her lips to mine, but refused my tongue.  She was acting
weird, to say the least. Her eyes were asking me if everything was
alright with me.  I pulled her head back down and this time she
parted her lips slightly to permit minimal entry of my tongue.  I
sensed something different and immediately recognized the taste of
semen.  I could not believe it.  She looked at me in panic since I
was startled.  I simply did not expect her to go this far.  Once I
had gotten over the initial shock, I whispered that I never loved
her more.

She smiled and hugged me big time.  She looked deeply into my eyes
and began to lower her mouth toward mine again.  This time she let
me fish around with my tongue in her cum-filled mouth.  The thoughts
and sensation going thru my body were overwhelming.  She lifted her
mouth away from mine and stayed directly above me.  She looked up
for a second and smiled. Finally, cum was flowing from her mouth
into mine.  I could not believe the quantity.  Someone had pumped a
gallon into her oral cavity, and now it was emptying onto my lips
and face.  We joined lips again and again as visions of her orally
satisfying someone just outside the room, outside in the vending
area, only in a towel.  She had to have looked like a woman who was
really an equal sex partner, no puritanical double standard.
Meanwhile, she looked up again when I caught sight of one of the
truckers by the window.  He simply smiled, nodded his head
thankfully and moved on.  She asked me how I felt.  I told her to
close the drapes that I had to have her immediately.  And to think,
we had just arrived.

She dropped the towel as the other truck driver who must have missed
out came running to the window.  She walked naked right toward the
window and closed the drapes.  She returned and we made slow
passionate love and fell asleep.  When I woke up, the blue screen on
the TV was the only thing illuminating the room, the darkened drapes
because of sunset.  I got up and showered while my wife began to
wake up.  It was time to visit the little bar! She joined me and
soon we were both refreshed.  She told me that she was thirsty but
it was my turn to fly while she buys.  After all, if women are truly
the equal to men and should be permitted to be horny like men, then
a man could be dared, too.  She gave me a pair of men's briefs she
had packed.  "Put these on and go get us something to drink, she
commanded." I put them on and immediately noticed that they were
dark and could perhaps pass as a swimsuit.  The only thing was the
material was very thin.  Not only the outline of my cock but also
the skin itself was fairly visible thru the flimsy material.  She
told me to wait a second.  She went to the door completely naked and
opened it up.  She looked around and stepped to the railing.  She
waited only a moment and returned.  She then said you can go get the
pop now.

Even though the machines were right next door in the hallway between
adjacent sections of the second floor, I was petrified.  As I
stepped away from the door, I heard laughing.  I kept going,
thinking if she could do it, so could (or should) I.  As the cans
dropped down in the machine, the two truckers walked thru the
hallway.  They smiled and one said, "enjoying more to drink?" I
hurried back to the room.

My wife told me since I did what I expected of her, she could
reciprocate.  She put on her new blouse and a new dark green skirt
that matched her Mediterranean complexion.  She then put on sandals
and nothing else.  She was totally naked underneath her exquisitely
teasing blouse and her way too short skirt!  She asked, "do you
think this outfit might be...you know...slutty?" Then she told me to
meet her in the bar after I was dressed.  She wanted to go alone for
a bit.

My dick was already dripping precum and hard as a rock while I was
getting dressed.  The anticipation was killing me.  I left the room
and made a straight line for the small lounge.  When I got to the
entrance and turned the corner, the reality of the steps struck me.
They were steep and facing two tables strategically located at the
bottom.  The rest of the room was to the left.  I could not see me
wife but there were a couple of guys sitting at the table at the
bottom.  They were looking to their left.  They only gave me a
fleeting glance as I reached the bottome of the stairs and entered
the room.  When I got downstairs, I immediately saw my wife sitting
at the bar between the same two truckers.  Apparently, they had not
gotten enough.  They were simply talking while she brazenly sat
there with her beautiful breasts and shapely legs on display.  I was
not sure what to do so I did what I normally would do.  I walked up
to her and kissed her lightly and said hello.  I told her that since
she loves to talk and I love to play pool, that she should stay
seated if she wanted while I play.  The guys just listened while she
said, "sounds good." The small lounge had only eight stools, four
along the L-shaped counter, and two tables, two on the wall on the
opposite side of the room by the stairs, and two highback booths
along the wall.  Between the wall and tables was the 3.5 by 7 pool
table.  The guys began to smile again and sighed a relief when I
simply walked away to play pool.

I played and watched her flirt.  She was great and causing me to be
hornier than I could ever remember.  Then again, I believe every guy
in there was checking her out and getting ideas at the same time.
She stayed between the drivers at the bar while talking.  All three
were clearly playing touchy-feely right at the bar. Along the back
of the room, I am sure that the two guys along the wall were wishing
she would turn to show her stuff to them a little. Shortly, my wife
got up and came to me and said she had to go to the restroom and
would be right back.  She kissed me and walked up the stairs.  By
the time she was half way up, the bottom of her ass was clearly
visible. You could see her pussy before she got all the way to the
top.  She stopped, reached down, and fixed her sandal at the top of
the stairs.  Bent at the waist, her ass was totally on display.  The
guys at the table were transfixed.  Before they turned to look at
me, I went back to my game of pool with another guy.

When she returned, the guys could hardly breath.  She casuallly
smiled and walked all the way down the steps.  Then, she asked me to
join her in one of the empty booths.  A couple of drinks came to our
table compliments of the truckers at the bar.  She asked me if I was
turned on and if we should continue our fun.  I was not sure of how
far this should go while I felt her hand on my cock.  She looked
into my eyes and slowly unzipped my fly.  I was farther back in the
booth and she was next to the aisle.  As she crossed and uncrossed
her legs, I am sure someone was getting a nice show.  For the
moment, though, she was mine.  She kept saying, "Well?  Huh? How do
you feel?  Are you horny enough?  Want more?" She then slipped her
freshly-painted red fingernails into my fly.  Next, she pulled hard
on the elastic because my cock was stretching the material hard.  I
felt the somewhat cool air as she freed my cock from my pants.  She
wrapped her fingers gently around my shaft and simply held it.  I
sat there mesmerized by her sudden turnaround sexual behavior.
Before I knew it, the two drivers were standing next to us, asking
if we liked the drinks they had ordered and if they could join us.

My wife and I love to drink red wine, and they had gotten us two
glasses of dry red. While they stretched out their hands to me, I
realized that her hand wrapped around my cock may not have been
fully visible to them, but it was certainly obvious she was holding
something.  I told them the wine was a great choice, while my wife
encouraged me to have them join us.  One asked if he could sit next
to my wife since they expected another friend any minute.  There we
were. Tom was next to my wife, and Dave across the table.  I never
had a chance to answer. She was in full control as she gripped my
cock in her delicate little hand.

She had her left hand wrapped around my penis but was not moving it.
After a minute or two, the third man, Roy, joined us.  As we
chatted, they all drank in the beauty of my wife.  It was quite fun
and innocent.  Everyone was taking their time not too rush and spoil
things.  Later, I noticed Tom's hand touching my wife bare leg.  She
moved her hand eventually until it was touching his leg.  It was
simple but exhilarating.  She turned to me and whispered that she
could not be more turned on by all the attention.  I kissed her
lightly and said that I cannot take it.  With that, she moved her
plan forward to another level.  She complained that her feet hurt
and said I hated to rub her feet.  Dave and Roy told her almost
simultaneously to stretch her legs under the table and set her feet
up for them to rub.  As she complied she slid down in the booth a
little since she is only 5' 2".  She closed her eyes and said their
ministrations were wonderful, and that everyone was spoiling her.
We all laughed and said it was our pleasure.  She said, "No, the
pleasure is not mutual.  I am getting the most here." With that
said, she leaned into my shoulder with her head.

I whispered to her again that I could really not stand it any
longer, that I needed to cum badly again.  She looked at me and
said, "Ok.  If you are sure.  But, I am not quite ready to leave."
In the meantime, Tom's pinkie was definitely under her already
raised skirt.  I felt her jerk a moment later and knew that he must
have found his target under her skirt.  She slowly lowered her head
until it was on my lower side.  Tom moved his hand as she turned her
body to get better adjusted.  Since the booth had high backs, her
current behavior was not that visible to the female bartender.
However, everyone there could have been able to guess that one woman
with four men is minimally an interesting situation.  Tom stiffened
his thumb and inserted it into her pussy. Up to this point, I was
the only one who had delighted in the softness and warmth of her
womanhood.  With his thumb causing her to rock and shudder, she lost
all control and engulfed my cock in front of Tom, Dave and Roy.  I
could not handle the situation and immediately came as she
swallowed.  Shortly after, the female bartender came over to our
table. We had caught our breath and were respectable as the
bartender suggested that we may want to leave.  My wife and I went
up the stairs.  I felt great having come twice, but my wife
explained that she needed to get laid.  I certainly could not
disagree with her logic.  She had given a ton of pleasure and needed
some of her own.  So, we invited the three to join us in our room.
Tom could not wait and took L to bed.  They sat down and quickly
heated up.  Soon they were both naked and making love.  Roy and Dave
waited patiently for their turn.  Each was able to make love to her
that nite, more than once.  As one guy regained an erection, another
was servicing her dripping pussy.  It was a night I will never
forget.

Let me know what you think!  Iluv R.  Moore



