Will she like it?

Written by: Jack

In my fantasies Jane was a gorgeous knot of impurity, dripping with desire to seek sexual fulfillment. And other men were the key to her release.

Jane and I have only been married for 5 years. I was 20 when we married
and she was 24. When we first met we used to spend hours laying in bed 
talking, flirting, enjoying each others bodies and company. Our love 
was young, and our sex was powerful. I used to sit in my cubicle at 
work, slaving away over some boring numbers when I would get an email 
from Jane. She would send me long emails describing the sex we had the 
night before. Sometimes she would spice it up by adding some fairly 
benign fantasy factors to it; scenery, setting, situation. I would sit 
in my cube reading her email getting more and more aroused until I 
could barely stand it. With a rock hard cock I would sit dreaming about 
sex with my young wife while the others in the office meandered on by. 

We did discuss fantasy sometimes, although not that frequently. Hers
tended to be more subtle fantasies, again focusing more on scenery, 
setting, and situation; soft fantasies about love and romance. But my 
fantasies raged through my mind, twisting the images in my head into 
much more pornographic situations, situations heavy with lust and raw 
sexual feeling. In my fantasies Jane was a gorgeous knot of impurity, 
dripping with desire to seek sexual fulfillment. And other men were the 
key to her release. 

It took me several years to slowly bring my fantasies to her attention.
I was afraid of pushing her away, even after we had married. But over 
the course of the last 5 years I have been leaving small hints during 
our sexual interludes. I have been slowly nudging the situations she 
wrote to me about towards situations where my fantasies could be 
discussed. Slowly I began to invite her to write of situations where we 
risked being caught, then situations where we would surely be seen, 
situations where we would surely be watched, and finally situations 
where we would surely be confronted. I was edging her towards a place 
that swam through my mind every day. A place where Jane could be set 
free to experience raw lust and passion. A place where I could watch... 


One evening we played in bed, talking and flirting our way up to more
wonderful sex. I turned her over so she was laying on her stomach, and 
I sat back to appreciate her soft skin and beautiful curves. I traced 
my fingers down her neck, following her spine downhill until I reached 
the lowest part in the small of her back and began to trace up towards 
her ass. My fingers followed a familiar path towards her thighs and 
down her legs. I closed my eyes and pictured a familiar scene, another 
man tracing this path. I began to kiss her ankles, moving up towards 
the backs of her knees. My tongue danced around her skin as it worked 
its way up her thighs towards her ass. I paused there and my tongue 
hinted at edging towards her pussy but I kept moving north. Up her 
back, shoulders, and neck to her ear. 

Once there, I whispered to her, "I have a fantasy..." 

"Hmmm..." was her only reply. 

"You... are laying here, just like this... in this very room. I am
standing next to you, next to the bed... I can see your beautiful body 
lying here. I can see your breath as your shoulders rise and fall. Your 
eyes... are closed. Your breathing is expectant but soft..." 

"Mmmm..." she breathed. She was relaxed, she liked this kind of fantasy.
But my mind was twisting it and she was soon to find out how I dream. 

"The lights are on, but dim. I lean over... and whisper to you in your
ear, 'I love you.' And just then as those very words are breathing 
their way into your ear... you feel... a soft kiss... on the calf of 
your leg..." I paused to watch for any uncomfortable stirring. "A 
tongue slides up the inside of your leg to your thighs..." 

I noticed her eyes were open at that point, but she didn't speak. 

"You feel... two hands lightly brush your ass. I can see your breathing
getting heavy as the tongue moves further up your thighs.  I lean down 
and give you one final kiss and then move away.  I pull the armchair 
next to the bed and watch as the hands find their way to your 
shoulders.  They push your hair away from your neck, and you feel an 
unfamiliar kiss behind your ear." 

As I was speaking, Jane began to stir.  She lifted her head as if to


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