A Fantasy Revealed, A Fantasy Made Real
written by:
elguapo

Part I - A Discovery

It was a perfect summer Friday afternoon when I made the discovery that would set my libido in motion like never before. My wife, Traci, had decided the weather was too nice to be cooped up in her office, so she took the afternoon off. I'd been working insane hours for at least a month prior, and our love life had suffered all the consequences. We just hadn't quite been on the same page, and the few times we'd had sex, it felt like we were just sort of going through the motions.

I was more than a little sexually frustrated, so I decided to sneak out of work early hoping an evening together and a nice bottle of wine might put us back on track. I got home mid-afternoon and made my way into the house, eager to spring my surprise. Her car was in the driveway, but upon entering the house, she was nowhere to be seen. I expected to see her laying out on the deck, or reading a book on the patio, but finding her in neither place, I wondered if maybe she'd decided to take a nap.

Making my way down the long hall that leads to our bedroom, I first noticed the door was slightly ajar. Then I heard it; the soft moan I remembered so well and desperately hoped to coax back to life. My heart skipped a beat. What was she doing? Could she possibly be.... No, I thought. Not like her at all. My palms were instantly sweaty, my whole body slightly trembling. With each cautious, silent step towards our room, my mind raced with what I might find. Creeping to the doorway, I craned my neck to step inside.

There she was, leaning against the far wall, up against the windowsill. My gorgeous, curvy wife pleasuring herself while she appeared to be looking out the window. A pink halter was pulled up over her large breasts, one of which was being worked softly with her left hand. Her right hand had her loose fitting shorts pulled to one side, her fingers rubbing her clit with complete abandon. She wore a mask of lusty ambition, a carnal expression twisting her features into pleasureful agony, but it was her eyes that I demanded my attention. They were attentive, even pleading, so clearly watching something they didn't merely want, but needed.

I wasn't sure what to do. I'd asked her in the past if she ever played with herself, and she always denied it. She's always reluctantly expressed her desires, unless she was drunk, that is, but I'd believed her. I have to admit, I almost felt betrayed. Of course I jerk off from time to time, but considering the dry spell we'd been in, I was almost offended she wasn't saving up her cravings for me. I backed away slowly, silently, sliding back down the hall. I had to see.

Once I was a safe distance away, I turned the knob on the spare bedroom door and slipped inside. It was the only other second floor room that looked out the back of the house. I had to know - was she really watching something? Worse yet, was she being watched? Lifting a slat on the blinds, I was stunned by what I saw. Our backyard was predictably empty, but our rear neighbor most assuredly was not. There was Nicole, the ultra-sexy girl next door. She is about five years younger than us, and has a body that any college sophomore would absolutely murder for. All the guys in the neighborhood couldn't take their eyes off her, and, as it turns out, at least one of the ladies.

Nicole was laying on a lounge chair on her back deck, her tan skin glistening in the summer sun. She looked incredible. Incredible and completely topless. I'd often wondered what she looked like naked - who could help it - but she was beyond even my wildest dreams. Her tits were half the size of Traci's, but they were so perfect and firm, her pink little nipples pointed straight up at the summer sun. She wasn't doing anything, just laying there, perfect and erotic and inviting. There was no question this was the source of my wife's pleasure.

I knew if I walked in and confronted her, she wouldn't jump me in completion of her sexual urges. If anything, she'd be mortified, especially if she suspected I knew what she'd been doing. There was only way to get her to let me in on her secret.

Part II - Extraction of a Dream

It wasn't long before she came back downstairs to find me sitting at the kitchen table. I explained that I suspected she was taking a nap, so I'd stayed downstairs soas not to disturb her. I don't think she suspected a thing.

The night went off just as I planned. I bottle of wine turned into three, and a nice dinner at home set a romantic tone. We sat out on the patio for a while and enjoyed the cooling night, even chatting for a bit with Nicole and her husband. I have to admit, I immediately regretted the fact I'd never be able to tell the rest of the guys in the neighborhood what I'd seen, or how.

Before long we both agreed it was time to turn in, and up the bedroom we went, each carrying a last glass of wine.

As frustrating as our sex life had recently been, it was normally pretty good. Even adventurous, by most couple's standards. We had a relatively extensive porn collection, and enjoyed watching them together. We were also into some light bondage. Long ago we discovered she is most likely to let go of her inhibitions and really enjoy herself is she feels like she's being gently, or not so gently, coerced.

Before I could say anything, she was stripped down nude and sliding between our sheets. "Movie night?" I asked with a seductive wink. She responded enthusiastically. Spinning towards our closet, I quickly located the box containing our favorite playthings. As I said, we have quite the collection, so there is something of a variety to choose from, along with a selection of toys for her.

This time, there was no question what the most important kind of movie might be. A moment later it was in the DVD player and the room blinked to life. She threw a leg over mine as I settled into the bed next to her. The first scene was pretty standard, some roided up guy fucking a thin brunette, and the second not significantly different. By the time the second guy climaxed, she was starting to squirm in an all too familiar way.

It was the third scene on the disc I was waiting for. Two beautiful women in black lingerie were laying on a bed caressing each other, their lips soon intertwined in an exposing kiss. In the past, she'd quickly grown bored with certain types of porn scenes, including lesbian scenes, and asked me to skip to whatever was next. Knowing her preferences, or at least assuming I knew them, I'd usually skipped for her before she could say anything. Tonight I was going to let this ride, and see if she objected or got even more turned on.

The girls on screen started to explore one another, and Traci rolled over onto her back, sitting up a little more. I told myself it was so she could see better, but I was mostly making that up. The girls proceeded to undress, their naked bodies now in view. I thought I detected a slight swivel to my wife's hips, buried under the covers, but it was hard to really tell. When the camera zoomed in on one of the girls going down on the other, I stole a glance to my right. She was practically transfixed, the same expression on her face as before. I left my left hand start to glide over her soft white skin, eliciting another almost undetectable wiggle. As the scene progressed, I ran the tips of my fingers along the base of her breasts, then softly up and over her nipples. I was surprised to find them already erect - normally it takes a little work to get them to stand up and take notice. Pinching one between my fingers, I gave it a good hard twist. A soft moan of appreciation was my reward.

Continuing to twist and turn her right nipple, I glanced over to find her eyes still fixed on the TV, her hands running over the sheets on the inside of her legs. She was as turned on as I'd ever seen her, and a quick look at the movie told me exactly why. Now one of the girls had the other bent over the side of the bed, a flesh covered strapon penetrating the other.

It was time to spring my plan. Giving her nipple a final tug, I spun my legs off the side of the bed and onto the floor. Quickly moving across the room, I disappeared back into our closet. She barely seemed to notice. Soon I reappeared at her side of he bed and gently grabbed her left wrist. She briefly looked in my direction, already a look of complete submission in her eyes. In an instant I had bound to the straps already installed under our mattress, the sheet pulled back and her beautiful body placed on full display for me. Pulling down my shorts, my rock hard member sprung free into the cool air.

I slowly climbed her flesh, running my fingers up her body. Normally, once I started, I would have her full attention. Not tonight though. Her eyes remained locked on the screen. Pushing her tits together, I slid my cock between them, softly fucking her upper body. The tip of my cock intermittently brushed up against her chin, finally drawing her attention. I let her tits fall to the side and slid down beside her, my hands roaming free on her burning skin. She strained against the restraints in reply.

Learning in close to her ear just as my fingers started to graze her soaking pussy lips, I whispered to her "You like watching those girls fuck each other, don't you?" She moaned softly in reply. Pushing her lips apart with the tip of my finger, I continued. "Watch them playing with each other. Don't you wish you were there, their lips on your body, their fingers in your pussy?" I punctuated my sentence with the insertion of one finger, her back arching and a loud moan following closely.

"Oh fuck yes" she moaned loudly.

Turning back towards the bedside stand, I retrieved her favorite dildo. It was flesh colored, just like the one on TV, and made to look like the real thing. Spreading her lips with it's round tip, I commanded her "Close your eyes and pretend it's one of those girls spreading you open with their strap on. Imagine her soft hands on your hips, taking control of you." Rubbing the tip on her clit, I asked her "What do you want another girl to do to you?"

"Fuck me" she cried out, "I want her to fuck me." Slipping the toy into her slippery hold, I leaned down to watch her body open for its rubber intruder. Her hips rocked hard, greeting it eagerly.

I slid down her body and started to tongue her as I fucked her with the toy, stopping momentarily to instruct her further. "Now imagine one of them is eating your pussy while the other fucks you."

"Oh god yes!!!" she screamed, her body shaking with a thunderous orgasm. "Fuck me!"

I pulled the toy from her and, in one swift motion, buried myself deep in her flesh. Her slippery box opened perfectly for me, practically sucking me in. Running my fingers through her hair, I pulled her head back and whispered in her ear. "What kind of a wife plays with herself while watching her neighbor sunbathe?"

Her eyes immediately grew wide, then rolled back in her head as I started to pump in and out of her violently. "Oh fuck" she moaned, "A slutty wife does."

"You want to fuck another woman, you nasty little slut?"

"I DO!" she moaned with urgency. It was exactly as much as I could take. My cock sprung to life, the biggest load I'd ever given her dumped deep into her pussy. It grabbed at me with each spurt, her body wrecked with orgasmic delight.

Part III - A Dream Come True

We made great use of lesbian porn over the following months. When her clothes were on, she swore she didn't really want to be with another woman, but as soon as they came off, all she could think about was the touch of another woman. I debated for weeks which opinion was real. On the one hand, I never caught her like that again. On the other, she soon thereafter bought us a movie of only the raunchiest lesbian porn. I'll admit, I sort of became obsessed with the idea of seeing my wife with another woman, but had no idea how to make it happen.

That is until I opened an email from my boss, instructing me I was being sent to a week long conference in Las Vegas. It would've made all the sense in the world to take her in any case, but now there seemed to be an actual path to fulfilling both of our fantasies.

My conference ran Wednesday through Friday, and of course we decided to extend our stay through the weekend. The thought crossed my mind that she might use all her alone time to take care of her desires on her own, but there was no evidence of that. Saturday, our last night, would be the night.

Nervously, I made the call. I guess I'm comparatively innocent, but I'd never hired a hooker before, and had no idea what I was doing. As the phone rang, I was sure I'd be the one guy in history arrested and made an example of in this town. The lady who answered was perfectly accommodating though, explaining I was only paying for a "dance", but whatever the dancer agreed to do on her own after was up to her. I explained the "dance" was for my wife, and that she had a very specific kind of dance in mind.

I told Traci to pick out something special to wear, and she chose a fantastic red dress that perfectly accentuated her curvy figure. We ate at an expensive restaurant, and put away several bottles of very expensive wine.

My "order" had been placed for midnight on the dot, so about 11:30 I suggested we retire for the night. She was reluctant, but once I explained I had a surprise for her, she agreed.

We'd barely made it in the room when I heard a knock at the door.

"Who is that?" she asked. "Did you order another bottle of wine?"

"Not exactly," I replied coyly, walking to the door. Peering through the peephole, I found a gorgeous blonde on the other side. Opening the door, I shouted over my shoulder "Dear, your surprise is here."

Traci's eyes were the size of saucers when she saw the girl walk into the room. "What..." her voice trailed off as the girl walked confidently across the room and straddled my wife, who was sitting in the desk chair. All I could see was a wave of blonde hair as the girl slid onto Traci's lap and drew her into a long, passionate kiss. I waited in the entryway until the girl stood back up, taking my wife by the hand and leading her over to the bed. The girl sat down on the edge of the bed as I replaced them in the chair. Traci stood nervously before her as the girl ran her hands up my wife's chest, pulling her dress down and exposing her large breasts.

"I heard you've been dreaming of being with another woman. Well, this is the town where dreams come true." The girl pulled Traci down towards the bed, spinning on top of her. I heard a pleasured whimper from my wife as a woman's lips touched her breasts for the first time. From my vantage point, all I could see was the bottom of my wife's legs and the bottom of another woman's ass, barely exposed at the bottom of her short skirt. I could hear the sound of their wet kisses, Traci's legs trying to spread in anticipation of what was to come.

The girl slid down the bed and stood up, pulling Traci by the hand into a sitting position.

"I have something for you." she purred, her eyes locked with my wife. She unfastened her belt and let her skirt fall to the ground, a big blue strapon bouncing into view. Traci stared at it like I'd never seen her stare at anything. "Suck it." the girl commanded. On command, my wife sat forward and directed it straight into her mouth. Like a wild beast, she licked up and down its length and sucked it for all she was worth.

After a few minutes, the girl pushed her flat on her back and slid Traci's dress up past her hips. Pulling her red panties to the side, the girl expertly dived into a pussy that previously had been only mind, my wife screaming out in appreciation. Traci's hands swung about the bed, finally finding her breasts and twisting her own nipples in the throws of passion. It was obvious she was cumming again and again, her body finally getting what it wanted.

The girl finally stood back up and slid her blouse off her back, exposing her tiny tits.

"On all fours" she demanded, my obedient wife practically bouncing onto her stomach and then up onto her knees and elbows. Her dripping slit stood out, begging to be taken. The girl crawled up onto the bed and turned Traci to the side, so I could see everything. She pointed the blue cock at my wife, using the tip to spread her lips. Traci shook with anticipation, her head buried in the sheets. Her arch backed in the sexiest way as she was penetrated, a guttural, animalistic moan barely escaping her lips.

The girl held my wife by her hips, gliding herself slowly in and out. Traci moaned softly as they picked up speed, both slamming themselves into one another. My wife's perfect tits bounced freely with each thrust.

"You liked being fucked by another woman, don't you?" the girl asked my wife, a moaning yes coming in reply. "You're husband told me what a little slut you are, and now you're a fucking dyke slut, just like you always wanted to be."

"Oh fuck yes, I am" Traci moaned in approval.

"Tell me who this pussy belongs to now?"

"Fuck fuck fuck" Traci screamed, "It's all yours."

"That's fucking right. Who else gets to fuck this pussy now?"

"Anyone!" Traci bellowed, her voice deep and lusty. "Any woman who wants it!"

The girl gave her a few more violent, punishing thrusts, then pulled herself from my wife's slippery hole. "Fuck that. I know a pussy that needs a real cock when I see one."

I could tell this was my cue. I stood up and practically tore my clothes off. Replacing the girl behind my wife, I slid my cock into her well-used hole. She groaned loudly, appreciating the warmth of the real thing. Grabbing her roughly, I started to pound away at her from behind. The girl walked around the side of the bed and laid down before my wife, spread eagle and exposing a pussy to Traci for the first time. She wasted no time, lifting her head and diving into the girl's womanhood.

"Eat that fucking cunt you little slut" the girl practically screamed at her. "Show your husband who the real whore is in this room." Traci was like a beast, performing like the wildest of porn stars. The girl started to moan in appreciation of her efforts. "That's right. Don't fucking stop. Eat that cunt. Make me cum you little bitch. Make me cum!"

She shook with an orgasm as Traci simultaneously did the same. I reacted just as you'd expect, my balls emptying themselves in a blinding rush of climax.

It was hours later when Traci and I finally woke back up. The girl was gone, Traci lying in a heap of her own sweat. She rolled towards me and gave me a deep, passionate, appreciative kiss, before climbing atop me and riding me to another joint climax, all her wildest sexual dreams having come true.