Fantasies
While I was sucking his cock, inhaling the sweet milky smell of his balls, he whispered about how he would love to watch me surrounded by drunken college boys taking turns with my body, fucking my mouth and my ass alternately, covering me in cum, piss and beer. It got me hotter, and I rubbed my dripping cunt against his knee as I pushed his cock deeper and deeper into my throat, imagining the raw energy of a gang bang with boys made bold by booze.
Without the time and space to act out our wildest fantasies, Jay and I whisper about them in the dark hours of the morning, giving life to what would otherwise turn into frustration and boredom. We outrage each other with the perversities our minds are capable of while safe in our marriage bed.
There’s our shared curiousity with the pack of farm girls who take their pleasure with a horse. One girl would hold her ass up to the giant member, while the others keep the beast calm amidst the fucking. We wondered if there was just that one stud used over and over in these European movies we found online. Any horse with less discipline may trample the ladies in excitement. But then again, it’s a sport no different from a bullfight or the rodeo. The adrenaline rush must be incredible.
There’s that woman I long to relinquish my space on the bed to. Jay would tie me up in the corner of the room, helplessly watching as he pours onto her body all the pleasures I’ve been accustomed to. He’d take her over to me, push her cunt into my mouth and order her to piss in it. He’d fuck her asshole thoroughly then shove his dirty dick into my mouth to ejaculate.
By the time I was on all fours, my body opened to him, took his cock easily into the tight pursed lips of my anus, and rode him hungrily into the depths of our murkiest desires. These fantasies sustain us, affirming the promise we made to one another ten years ago that marriage would free us.
