don_jetman
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Decisions
By Don Jetman
A flirting wife is a wonderful thing to see. Don't you love to watch her play
with him? Smiling, teasing, almost promising him her body? Then the look on his
face the instant he knows she'll soon be another trophy in his bed, or when she
suddenly pulls the rug out from under him and walks away? Whether she likes him
or not, the initial interaction is fascinating. Fascinating because she has the
real power, every time. For years L was making these decisions about other men
in her head. She was just too shy to act on them.
Decisions. L can tell after three words whether the guy's a jerk or not. But,
once in a while, his looks are so appealing to her that she lingers, hoping
she's wrong, or is just so overwhelmed by his face or body that she can't seem
to pull herself away from him. And, sometimes she really likes a guy I think is
a jerk. So many guys hit on her, I've seen this mating dance over and over. Of
course, for years, she never admitted it was a mating dance.
L's become a contradiction. For years she denied her sexuality. She wore
conservative clothes, became flustered at any mention by others of sexual
matters, and made derogatory remarks about women who dressed or acted
provocatively. Because of her "woman-child" look, she overcompensated
professionally to succeed, maintaining a very conservative image to insure she
was perceived as an adult and not the "child". So many men go wild for that
woman-child look, so for a while she had a tough time. So, she's a late bloomer.
Gotta love it.
These days, her peers usually leave her alone. The reputation she's taken so
long to establish takes care of that. But, she's been talking about this college
kid, a summer intern in the IT department who's helping her with her new laptop.
He's hit on her a few times in her office while troubleshooting her PC. The kid
doesn't have a clue about her reputation. And she thinks he's cute. And very
nice.
***
I'd been traveling all week, but as usual, calling L every night to let her
know how much I missed her. Thursday night she told me the student intern at her
office was becoming bolder, asking her out and flirting with her constantly.
"Did you flirt back?" I teased.
"I didn't at first, but yesterday I did, a little. I'm so horny with you gone so
long."
"Really? How horny?" I asked, leading her on.
"It's all I can do to keep my hands off him. I told you how cute he is."
"So, what are you going to do about it?"
"You know the answer to that. I won't have sex with someone at work. But, if he
didn't work with me..."
"What would you do? What? I know you've thought about it."
"I'd probably close the door to my office and let him do whatever he wanted,"
she told me, giggling.
"Like what? Tell me what you think about when you flirt with him."
"OK - I close my door, then I go to him, he takes me in his arms, and we kiss
for a while. He plays with my boobs through my blouse and presses his hips
against me. I can feel his penis through his pants as he rubs it against my
belly. It's really big and hard, and keeps getting bigger as we kiss.
"I put my hands down there and touch him - play with him through his pants. I make
him moan into my mouth as we kiss, and he grinds his hips into me harder. He wants
me so much. And I'm so wet for him.
"He pushes me down on my desk and tears open my blouse. I help him unfasten
my bra and he pushes between my legs, leans over me, and sucks on my nipples.
He works my skirt up, reaches between my legs, and rips my panties off.
"I keep whispering, "No, no, not here, we might get caught," but he doesn't stop.
I really don't want him to stop, but I'm afraid at the same time. He opens his pants
and I feel his penis touch me, then slide inside me easily because I'm so wet.
He kisses me as he pushes into me, slowly and gently, until he's all the way in.
"We screw on my desk - all I can think of is how much I want him, how good his
body feels next to me, how good he feels inside me, and how much I want to
cum before we have to stop. I look over at the door and discover I forgot to lock
it. Anyone could come in and see us. But I don't care - I just want him to take
me, right there on my desk."
"So, that's it?"
"Isn't that enough?"
"Does he make you cum? Does he cum too?"
"You know we do. It's my fantasy, remember? I keep telling him that we have to
hurry and get dressed before someone comes in. But I can feel him getting hard
again. I can't believe he's ready so soon. It really gets me excited that he
wants me that much, so I let him take me again. I can't help it. I don't even
care if someone finds us. I run my hands over his bare chest and his flat
stomach. He's so young; his body is so lean and hard. I watch his shoulders and
arms ripple with muscle as he holds himself over me. It seems like we do it for
hours before we cum again. Yes, both of us, at the same time."
"So, in your fantasy, you never get caught?" I ask her, hoping I can get a
little more mileage out of her horniness.
"No, we don't," she went on. "I tell him he can't tell anyone, that I might be
fired and that he might lose his internship. He laughs at me and says his
internship doesn't matter, and that if I don't fuck him whenever he wants, he'll
turn me in. So I do. I fuck him every day to keep my job. But secretly, inside,
I wish it was three times a day. It's that good."
Wow. Well, after some of the best phone sex ever, I couldn't wait to get home.
L picked me up at the airport and practically raped me on the way home. She
kept telling me she had a surprise for me when we got home, and kept playing
with my cock as I drove. I was pretty sure I knew what the surprise was - a new
sexy piece of lingerie, or maybe a slinky new dress that would show off her body
to everyone the next time we went out.
Just inside our front door, L stopped in front of me and began to unbutton her
blouse. "You know the fantasy I told you on the phone?" she purred. "Welllll, I
didn't tell you everything." She shed her blouse, her bra, then lowered her
shorts and stepped out of them. I grinned, knowing she had dreamed up something
new and very hot, and would play it for all it was worth on our way to the
bedroom.
"Some of it wasn't just a fantasy," she said, looking up at me. She was naked,
and her nipples were standing at full attention, much like the tent in my
travel-wrinkled slacks.
"Which part?" I asked, waiting for more of her fantasy.
"Come to bed and I'll tell you."
While we made love, she told me the college intern had actually made a pass at
her, in her office, during lunch. He kissed her, and she admitted, for a little
while she kissed him back. "His hands were all over me," she told me. "He played
with my boobs, and he held me so tight I could feel his erection against me. He
was so hard - the poor kid was desperate. I hated to stop him. I mean, I didn't
want to stop either, but my office door wasn't even closed. Anyone could have
seen us. Thankfully, everyone was at lunch."
"So, you would have fucked him if he hadn't worked there, or if you knew you
wouldn't get caught?" I asked, hoping for more. L was on top of me, riding me,
rising and falling on my cock, just slowly enough to make me crazy, but not fast
enough to let me cum.
"I really wanted him," she told me, her eyes still on mine, but with a dream-
like, faraway look. "For a few seconds, there in my office, I felt like he could
do anything to me, and I'd let him. I didn't care where we were or whether I'd
lose my job or not. The fantasy I told you on the phone - I was thinking about
it when he kissed me, and the rest of that afternoon. I've never come that close
to losing control. I didn't just want him, I WANTED him. It was scary."
I told her to close her eyes, to pretend I was that college intern, and to show
me how she would cum if she had let him fuck her in her office. She did, but
first she glanced around toward the door, then back at me with her lascivious
little-girl smile. "OK," she whispered. "But we have to hurry. I forgot to close
the door - someone might see us."
And that was that. Until about four months later...
***
L told me at the dinner table one night that the kid who interned at her office
called her at work - and, she had lunch with him! It seems his finals were
over early and he made a short detour from Miami on his way home, just to
see if L would see him. I was speechless. She really went out with this kid,
even if it was only for lunch!
I was literally shaking, wondering if they fucked. When I asked her, she told
me, "No, but I think I'd like to." He wanted to, but she wanted to talk to me
about it first, so she told him she'd think about it. This kid had some balls -
he knows she's married. She admitted she had been fantasizing about him for
months (no secret to me), and if I really wanted her to have sex with someone
other than Dave (her first and only other lover), this kid was the one she
wanted most. Damn, my heart was pounding - I couldn't believe what I was
hearing. I told her she knew how I felt about her being with other men, and what
I wanted most was that she chooses a guy that really excites her.
She told me he flirted with her at lunch, and that she let him kiss her beside her
car in the parking garage. That's when she decided she would ask me if he could be
her second lover. When I asked her if it was a short kiss or a long one, she said
they necked for "a while" - that he played with her tits through her blouse, that
she could feel his erection again when he pressed up against her, and that it felt
"really big". Her fantasy was coming to life before my eyes.
"He really makes me horny, but I don't think he'd understand what we do. He's so
young. Soooo...would you consider letting me be with him without you watching?"
This is a huge step for her, and for us I guess. She's never been alone with a
lover - she always wanted me there before. I suppose she's feeling a lot more
confident about her sexuality. I had to think a second before I answered - I was
shocked for a second time in one night. But, I told her of course, if she felt
it was safe. She said he'd graduate in the spring and would move to the west
coast to be with his fiance. So it sounded pretty safe - afterwards he'd be a
few thousand miles away, and wouldn't want it to become gossip just before he
gets married. She told me it would be "kind of like a wedding present." Right.
Then she did it again. "Would you want to know?" she asked me. Would I want to
know??? Damn! Of course, every detail! "No, I mean would you want to know
before, or after?" Oh shit. Guess I was kind of stumped. If I knew before, it
might be pretty cool to think about them together while they were fucking. But
would I be jealous? Would I go nuts waiting for her to come home? I wasn't sure.
If she surprised me with the news, I would be spared the angst and the excitement
of knowing ahead of time. On the other hand, part of my ultimate fantasy has always
been helping her get ready to go out with a guy - giving her a bath or shower,
washing her hair, helping her get dressed, and finally kissing her goodbye at the
door when she goes to him. I'd love that. So, I told her I'd think about it and let
her know tomorrow. Then, the more I thought about it, the more I didn't want to miss
a chance at my fantasy, so I told her that I wanted to know before, if I could help
her get ready. When I mentioned giving her a bath and washing her hair, she lit up
like a Christmas tree. She thought that was "so sweet."
***
The night of her date, L and I undressed and showered together. I insisted she
allow me to do everything - wash her, shampoo and condition her hair, all of it to
prepare her for her college boy. She absolutely loved it. I soaped her body with my
bare hands, starting at her neck, shoulders, then down her belly and thighs, finally
going between her legs when she parted them for me. She just stood there as I worked,
her eyes closed, a slight smile on her face, as though she was imagining what it
would be like to be with him. I watched the soap flow over every part of her body,
imagining his hands touching there instead of mine. I asked her if she was thinking
of him. She told me she was.
She asked me if I really enjoyed doing this, getting her ready for her date, as
though either she found it hard to believe, or wanted to be sure I had no second
thoughts about what she was about to do. I assured her it had been my favorite
fantasy for so many years. I really wanted this - like she couldn't tell from my
erection bobbing in the air in front of me. "I'm so lucky to be married to you,"
she told me as the hot water washed the soap over her shoulders and arms. I
assured her I was the lucky one. She took my erection in her hands and played
with me. I warned her that it wouldn't take much to make me cum. She told me, "I
want you to save it for me, for when I get back. Will you do that for me?" Damn,
she was running her hands over my cock, telling me not to cum, to wait. I held
out as long as I could, then told her she would have to stop if she really wanted
me to wait. She giggled, then stopped, leaving me panting and gasping for air.
I washed her hair, twice. I imagined him stroking the soft clean strands between
his fingers, then kissing her face and neck until her hair was wet again, this
time with his saliva. I traced the curve of her ear with my finger, knowing how
sensitive she is there, knowing that it wouldn't take long for him to discover
it as well. She always gasps immediately when I lick her there. I wondered if
they would shower together after sex, whether he would see her like this as
well, her hair dark and slick, flat and shiny against her face and neck. She
seemed so much more vulnerable soaking wet - smaller, fragile, almost primal.
But when I looked into her eyes, I saw the opposite - assertiveness, desire, the
unquenched heat of a mature woman who knew exactly what she needed.
I dried her body, from neck to ankles, with a fresh white towel, then used a
second towel for her hair. She rolled her neck slowly as I dried her hair,
telling me this was a luxury she could easily get used to. When I was done, she
turned to me, still completely naked, and asked me, "You really want him to have
me, don't you?" Although I had no doubts about what was going to happen, I
detected a sliver of uncertainty in her voice, as though possibly she just
needed my assurance one last time. I held her tightly, my erection hard and
dripping against her belly, and told her it was my most intense fantasy, and
that I wanted her to be completely free to enjoy him. "Forget everything but the
moment," I told her. "Make him everything your fantasy's made him. Then come
home and tell me I was right."
I left her hair and makeup to her, as well as getting dressed. I wanted to be
surprised, to see her appear as she would first appear to him. And I was
stunned. I had never seen the outfit before - very tight black slacks, and a
short fitted black jacket with a deeply cut V-neck. The jacket was obviously
meant to be worn with something underneath, but instead I saw soft bare skin and
the inner curves of her breasts. There were no panty lines. When I asked her if
she was naked underneath, she just smiled, and said, "Don't you want me naked
for him?" "Absolutely!"
I kissed her goodbye at the front door. She looked up at me seriously,
hesitated, then asked me, "I'm going to have sex with him - are you sure it's
what you want?" I began to wonder what else I could do to reassure her. After
everything we've been through, how could she still be unsure? I told her the
only thing I wanted more was for her to come back to me and tell me how
fantastic it was, how this college guy was everything her fantasies, and mine,
had promised. She kissed me, told me she loved me, and went to him.
To know she's with him, to know they're in bed, feasting on each other's bodies,
tangled and twisted in sweaty sheets, fucking, fucking, fucking, is almost too
delicious to bear. But I would be ready for her, hungry for her used, sweaty
body the second she gets in the door.
***
By Don Jetman
A flirting wife is a wonderful thing to see. Don't you love to watch her play
with him? Smiling, teasing, almost promising him her body? Then the look on his
face the instant he knows she'll soon be another trophy in his bed, or when she
suddenly pulls the rug out from under him and walks away? Whether she likes him
or not, the initial interaction is fascinating. Fascinating because she has the
real power, every time. For years L was making these decisions about other men
in her head. She was just too shy to act on them.
Decisions. L can tell after three words whether the guy's a jerk or not. But,
once in a while, his looks are so appealing to her that she lingers, hoping
she's wrong, or is just so overwhelmed by his face or body that she can't seem
to pull herself away from him. And, sometimes she really likes a guy I think is
a jerk. So many guys hit on her, I've seen this mating dance over and over. Of
course, for years, she never admitted it was a mating dance.
L's become a contradiction. For years she denied her sexuality. She wore
conservative clothes, became flustered at any mention by others of sexual
matters, and made derogatory remarks about women who dressed or acted
provocatively. Because of her "woman-child" look, she overcompensated
professionally to succeed, maintaining a very conservative image to insure she
was perceived as an adult and not the "child". So many men go wild for that
woman-child look, so for a while she had a tough time. So, she's a late bloomer.
Gotta love it.
These days, her peers usually leave her alone. The reputation she's taken so
long to establish takes care of that. But, she's been talking about this college
kid, a summer intern in the IT department who's helping her with her new laptop.
He's hit on her a few times in her office while troubleshooting her PC. The kid
doesn't have a clue about her reputation. And she thinks he's cute. And very
nice.
***
I'd been traveling all week, but as usual, calling L every night to let her
know how much I missed her. Thursday night she told me the student intern at her
office was becoming bolder, asking her out and flirting with her constantly.
"Did you flirt back?" I teased.
"I didn't at first, but yesterday I did, a little. I'm so horny with you gone so
long."
"Really? How horny?" I asked, leading her on.
"It's all I can do to keep my hands off him. I told you how cute he is."
"So, what are you going to do about it?"
"You know the answer to that. I won't have sex with someone at work. But, if he
didn't work with me..."
"What would you do? What? I know you've thought about it."
"I'd probably close the door to my office and let him do whatever he wanted,"
she told me, giggling.
"Like what? Tell me what you think about when you flirt with him."
"OK - I close my door, then I go to him, he takes me in his arms, and we kiss
for a while. He plays with my boobs through my blouse and presses his hips
against me. I can feel his penis through his pants as he rubs it against my
belly. It's really big and hard, and keeps getting bigger as we kiss.
"I put my hands down there and touch him - play with him through his pants. I make
him moan into my mouth as we kiss, and he grinds his hips into me harder. He wants
me so much. And I'm so wet for him.
"He pushes me down on my desk and tears open my blouse. I help him unfasten
my bra and he pushes between my legs, leans over me, and sucks on my nipples.
He works my skirt up, reaches between my legs, and rips my panties off.
"I keep whispering, "No, no, not here, we might get caught," but he doesn't stop.
I really don't want him to stop, but I'm afraid at the same time. He opens his pants
and I feel his penis touch me, then slide inside me easily because I'm so wet.
He kisses me as he pushes into me, slowly and gently, until he's all the way in.
"We screw on my desk - all I can think of is how much I want him, how good his
body feels next to me, how good he feels inside me, and how much I want to
cum before we have to stop. I look over at the door and discover I forgot to lock
it. Anyone could come in and see us. But I don't care - I just want him to take
me, right there on my desk."
"So, that's it?"
"Isn't that enough?"
"Does he make you cum? Does he cum too?"
"You know we do. It's my fantasy, remember? I keep telling him that we have to
hurry and get dressed before someone comes in. But I can feel him getting hard
again. I can't believe he's ready so soon. It really gets me excited that he
wants me that much, so I let him take me again. I can't help it. I don't even
care if someone finds us. I run my hands over his bare chest and his flat
stomach. He's so young; his body is so lean and hard. I watch his shoulders and
arms ripple with muscle as he holds himself over me. It seems like we do it for
hours before we cum again. Yes, both of us, at the same time."
"So, in your fantasy, you never get caught?" I ask her, hoping I can get a
little more mileage out of her horniness.
"No, we don't," she went on. "I tell him he can't tell anyone, that I might be
fired and that he might lose his internship. He laughs at me and says his
internship doesn't matter, and that if I don't fuck him whenever he wants, he'll
turn me in. So I do. I fuck him every day to keep my job. But secretly, inside,
I wish it was three times a day. It's that good."
Wow. Well, after some of the best phone sex ever, I couldn't wait to get home.
L picked me up at the airport and practically raped me on the way home. She
kept telling me she had a surprise for me when we got home, and kept playing
with my cock as I drove. I was pretty sure I knew what the surprise was - a new
sexy piece of lingerie, or maybe a slinky new dress that would show off her body
to everyone the next time we went out.
Just inside our front door, L stopped in front of me and began to unbutton her
blouse. "You know the fantasy I told you on the phone?" she purred. "Welllll, I
didn't tell you everything." She shed her blouse, her bra, then lowered her
shorts and stepped out of them. I grinned, knowing she had dreamed up something
new and very hot, and would play it for all it was worth on our way to the
bedroom.
"Some of it wasn't just a fantasy," she said, looking up at me. She was naked,
and her nipples were standing at full attention, much like the tent in my
travel-wrinkled slacks.
"Which part?" I asked, waiting for more of her fantasy.
"Come to bed and I'll tell you."
While we made love, she told me the college intern had actually made a pass at
her, in her office, during lunch. He kissed her, and she admitted, for a little
while she kissed him back. "His hands were all over me," she told me. "He played
with my boobs, and he held me so tight I could feel his erection against me. He
was so hard - the poor kid was desperate. I hated to stop him. I mean, I didn't
want to stop either, but my office door wasn't even closed. Anyone could have
seen us. Thankfully, everyone was at lunch."
"So, you would have fucked him if he hadn't worked there, or if you knew you
wouldn't get caught?" I asked, hoping for more. L was on top of me, riding me,
rising and falling on my cock, just slowly enough to make me crazy, but not fast
enough to let me cum.
"I really wanted him," she told me, her eyes still on mine, but with a dream-
like, faraway look. "For a few seconds, there in my office, I felt like he could
do anything to me, and I'd let him. I didn't care where we were or whether I'd
lose my job or not. The fantasy I told you on the phone - I was thinking about
it when he kissed me, and the rest of that afternoon. I've never come that close
to losing control. I didn't just want him, I WANTED him. It was scary."
I told her to close her eyes, to pretend I was that college intern, and to show
me how she would cum if she had let him fuck her in her office. She did, but
first she glanced around toward the door, then back at me with her lascivious
little-girl smile. "OK," she whispered. "But we have to hurry. I forgot to close
the door - someone might see us."
And that was that. Until about four months later...
***
L told me at the dinner table one night that the kid who interned at her office
called her at work - and, she had lunch with him! It seems his finals were
over early and he made a short detour from Miami on his way home, just to
see if L would see him. I was speechless. She really went out with this kid,
even if it was only for lunch!
I was literally shaking, wondering if they fucked. When I asked her, she told
me, "No, but I think I'd like to." He wanted to, but she wanted to talk to me
about it first, so she told him she'd think about it. This kid had some balls -
he knows she's married. She admitted she had been fantasizing about him for
months (no secret to me), and if I really wanted her to have sex with someone
other than Dave (her first and only other lover), this kid was the one she
wanted most. Damn, my heart was pounding - I couldn't believe what I was
hearing. I told her she knew how I felt about her being with other men, and what
I wanted most was that she chooses a guy that really excites her.
She told me he flirted with her at lunch, and that she let him kiss her beside her
car in the parking garage. That's when she decided she would ask me if he could be
her second lover. When I asked her if it was a short kiss or a long one, she said
they necked for "a while" - that he played with her tits through her blouse, that
she could feel his erection again when he pressed up against her, and that it felt
"really big". Her fantasy was coming to life before my eyes.
"He really makes me horny, but I don't think he'd understand what we do. He's so
young. Soooo...would you consider letting me be with him without you watching?"
This is a huge step for her, and for us I guess. She's never been alone with a
lover - she always wanted me there before. I suppose she's feeling a lot more
confident about her sexuality. I had to think a second before I answered - I was
shocked for a second time in one night. But, I told her of course, if she felt
it was safe. She said he'd graduate in the spring and would move to the west
coast to be with his fiance. So it sounded pretty safe - afterwards he'd be a
few thousand miles away, and wouldn't want it to become gossip just before he
gets married. She told me it would be "kind of like a wedding present." Right.
Then she did it again. "Would you want to know?" she asked me. Would I want to
know??? Damn! Of course, every detail! "No, I mean would you want to know
before, or after?" Oh shit. Guess I was kind of stumped. If I knew before, it
might be pretty cool to think about them together while they were fucking. But
would I be jealous? Would I go nuts waiting for her to come home? I wasn't sure.
If she surprised me with the news, I would be spared the angst and the excitement
of knowing ahead of time. On the other hand, part of my ultimate fantasy has always
been helping her get ready to go out with a guy - giving her a bath or shower,
washing her hair, helping her get dressed, and finally kissing her goodbye at the
door when she goes to him. I'd love that. So, I told her I'd think about it and let
her know tomorrow. Then, the more I thought about it, the more I didn't want to miss
a chance at my fantasy, so I told her that I wanted to know before, if I could help
her get ready. When I mentioned giving her a bath and washing her hair, she lit up
like a Christmas tree. She thought that was "so sweet."
***
The night of her date, L and I undressed and showered together. I insisted she
allow me to do everything - wash her, shampoo and condition her hair, all of it to
prepare her for her college boy. She absolutely loved it. I soaped her body with my
bare hands, starting at her neck, shoulders, then down her belly and thighs, finally
going between her legs when she parted them for me. She just stood there as I worked,
her eyes closed, a slight smile on her face, as though she was imagining what it
would be like to be with him. I watched the soap flow over every part of her body,
imagining his hands touching there instead of mine. I asked her if she was thinking
of him. She told me she was.
She asked me if I really enjoyed doing this, getting her ready for her date, as
though either she found it hard to believe, or wanted to be sure I had no second
thoughts about what she was about to do. I assured her it had been my favorite
fantasy for so many years. I really wanted this - like she couldn't tell from my
erection bobbing in the air in front of me. "I'm so lucky to be married to you,"
she told me as the hot water washed the soap over her shoulders and arms. I
assured her I was the lucky one. She took my erection in her hands and played
with me. I warned her that it wouldn't take much to make me cum. She told me, "I
want you to save it for me, for when I get back. Will you do that for me?" Damn,
she was running her hands over my cock, telling me not to cum, to wait. I held
out as long as I could, then told her she would have to stop if she really wanted
me to wait. She giggled, then stopped, leaving me panting and gasping for air.
I washed her hair, twice. I imagined him stroking the soft clean strands between
his fingers, then kissing her face and neck until her hair was wet again, this
time with his saliva. I traced the curve of her ear with my finger, knowing how
sensitive she is there, knowing that it wouldn't take long for him to discover
it as well. She always gasps immediately when I lick her there. I wondered if
they would shower together after sex, whether he would see her like this as
well, her hair dark and slick, flat and shiny against her face and neck. She
seemed so much more vulnerable soaking wet - smaller, fragile, almost primal.
But when I looked into her eyes, I saw the opposite - assertiveness, desire, the
unquenched heat of a mature woman who knew exactly what she needed.
I dried her body, from neck to ankles, with a fresh white towel, then used a
second towel for her hair. She rolled her neck slowly as I dried her hair,
telling me this was a luxury she could easily get used to. When I was done, she
turned to me, still completely naked, and asked me, "You really want him to have
me, don't you?" Although I had no doubts about what was going to happen, I
detected a sliver of uncertainty in her voice, as though possibly she just
needed my assurance one last time. I held her tightly, my erection hard and
dripping against her belly, and told her it was my most intense fantasy, and
that I wanted her to be completely free to enjoy him. "Forget everything but the
moment," I told her. "Make him everything your fantasy's made him. Then come
home and tell me I was right."
I left her hair and makeup to her, as well as getting dressed. I wanted to be
surprised, to see her appear as she would first appear to him. And I was
stunned. I had never seen the outfit before - very tight black slacks, and a
short fitted black jacket with a deeply cut V-neck. The jacket was obviously
meant to be worn with something underneath, but instead I saw soft bare skin and
the inner curves of her breasts. There were no panty lines. When I asked her if
she was naked underneath, she just smiled, and said, "Don't you want me naked
for him?" "Absolutely!"
I kissed her goodbye at the front door. She looked up at me seriously,
hesitated, then asked me, "I'm going to have sex with him - are you sure it's
what you want?" I began to wonder what else I could do to reassure her. After
everything we've been through, how could she still be unsure? I told her the
only thing I wanted more was for her to come back to me and tell me how
fantastic it was, how this college guy was everything her fantasies, and mine,
had promised. She kissed me, told me she loved me, and went to him.
To know she's with him, to know they're in bed, feasting on each other's bodies,
tangled and twisted in sweaty sheets, fucking, fucking, fucking, is almost too
delicious to bear. But I would be ready for her, hungry for her used, sweaty
body the second she gets in the door.
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