Chapter 1 - Male Fantasies
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OK, with such a title this chapter could easily turn into a novel so let's restrict the scope to "husband" fantasies! In particular, what is it about husbands that they love to watch their wife being fucked by other men? When you're dating, they're all possessive and won't even let you kiss another guy and such. Yet something seems to happen when the wedding ring goes on and suddenly it's just fine to suck the guy's dick. It's almost like now that he officially "owns" you it doesn't matter who else fucks you because they know when all is said and done they're going get you for themselves later.
I've actually discussed this with husband Steve many times and all I typically get is the usual male to response to anything requiring some thoughtful insight... "I don't know." Even THAT is doing well as usually it's just a grunt. To be fair though, I really don't think he DOES knows. So much of what a man seems to be driven by instinct and evolution. Thus even though I still ask, I'm not all that surprised anymore when I get the "duh" response.
What I do know is that my husband just loves it when men look at me with undisguised lust and desire. Steve loves it when we go out and I dress all slutty such that all the other guys are staring at me with obvious thoughts as to what they want to do with me. So when it goes a step further and they actually DO fuck me, you can just imagine how excited that makes him! When I look over at my husband while having sex with another man, it turns me on as well seeing how much I'm pleasing my hubby, knowing that later when we get home he'll be "repossessing" me for his own.
When you think about it, it seems most of what women do is based around satisfying the fantasies of the men around them. Really, what do men do when it comes to taking care of MY fantasies? It's not that I'm complaining - just an observation but it's telling in that it forms the basis of much of what I do when it comes to my sex life and for that matter, life in general.
Don't believe me? Well, just look at a typical girl's wardrobe and then ask yourself how much of it would she have if men weren't going to see her wearing it. Shoes are especially true of this. Face it, heels serve only one purpose - making your legs look better for men. A famous actress once said something like, "When I come home alone, the FIRST things I take off are my heels. When I come home with a man, the LAST thing I take off are my heels." Tight short skirts, thongs, form-fitting jeans, 99% of lingerie... all for men.
For me, of all the male fantasies the one that I find the most provocative, the one that at first seems so wrong yet drives my guy so crazy, has got to be when he watches me being fucked by other men, especially strangers. What I find a little odd is that anything less than full penetration really doesn't do it for him. What I mean is that if all I do is give another guy a BJ or let him fondle and grope me, unless it's a prelude to the full monte then Steve doesn't go for it, at least not the same as if the guys fucks me.
To top it off, despite what the porn industry seems to think excites guys, my husband want me to not only be fucked but to be "mated" as well. He wants the guy to cum inside of me - ALL of it. It may also have to do with not having to deal with the mess of a guy's cum on my face or in my hair as Steve reacts to other men's sperm like it's radioactive waste. Whatever the reason, the only time he ever says much of anything when he's watching me with another guy is when it gets towards the end and he thinks the guy might be thinking about pulling out before he cums inside of me. I have to admit, it turns me on to when my husband tells a guy I may have just met to cum inside of me!
So what more can I say? I love my husband and as his wife I'm biblically bound to submit to him so if that's what turns him on then that's what I will do. It's not like that's a burden - it turns me on just as much!
Chapter 2 - Setting the Stage
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"C'mon Kelly, you'll love it!"
Yeah, like how many times had I heard THAT line before? In this case it was probably true but my husband could have used a better expression rather than one that he would conjure up whenever he knew it was something I wouldn't love to do - like when he came up with that crazy idea of fucking me on a Ferris Wheel. I'll let your imagination work on that one but it wasn't nearly as hot as it might sound like it was.
"OK, but why the blindfold?" I couldn't help but whine a little.
Steve grinned and rubbed his hands together like he was working on some master plan for me - which he was in fact. "I already told you... he doesn't want you to know who he is."
My eyes rolled in big loops. "C'mon... Like who cares?" I countered, "What's the big deal?"
"I can't tell you," Steve chuckled, "If you knew why then you'd know who it was."
Seemed like circular logic to me but I knew it was pointless to argue any further. "Alright then... so I have to wear a blindfold. What else?"
Steve's eyebrows arched up and I knew the answer before he said it. Guys Aren't very complicated in such matters so it wasn't hard to see where THIS conversation was headed.
"Nothing of course," he confirmed, "Just the way God made you... and every man wants to see you... stark naked nude."
"So I take it that this isn't going to be exactly anything all that crazy. He doesn't even want to watch me strip? No lingerie?"
"Well, although it might seem crazy for YOU I've a pretty good feeling that it's going to be SUPER crazy for him."
"Whatever, so is he married? Can I at least know that much about him?"
Steve put his arm around me and hugged me tight against him. "Yes he is but I'm only telling you that because I know how much it gets you off to fuck a married man and before you ask... his wife won't know a thing about it, and he hasn't cheated before."
Sounded good and at the same time it cut out several guys from on the list of men I was thinking were potential candidates.
"So how old is he?" I asked. Steve shook his head so I tried again with, "At you can at least tell me if he's older or younger than me."
Steve shook his head again and smiled. "Sorry, can't divulge any personal information other than marital status."
I frowned, trying to let him see my frustration but it was useless. He's never in any mood to care about my feelings when he gets all hot and horny - like he was now based on the huge erection he was sporting.
"So tell me again my darling husband... just how did this all get started anyways?"
Steve sort of huffed but this time, after I'd asked the same question now over a dozen times, he finally caved in and answered me. Apparently he'd been at some strip club after work with some of his friends and the conversation got around to women they'd like to see on the stage. Someone mentioned me and much to Steve's delight, everyone agreed and the discussion got a little risquÇ as to what they'd like to see me do while up there. One thing led to another and soon in their fantasies I was blowing them and finally fucking each of them on stage in front of the crowd. It was all just male fantasy talk of course and eventually they moved on to another hot wife or girlfriend.
Evidently later in the evening when the drinks had been flowing and the conversational barriers lowered, someone had mentioned to Steve that having sex with me had always been a fantasy of his. Obviously the alcohol was doing the talking as how many men would tell another guy they wanted to fuck his wife - seriously? I would've loved to have seen the look on the guy's face when Steve responded saying he could make that happen! Having had his bluff called, the guy backed down, saying his wife would kill him if she knew he even thought about such things, let alone did them. Then the thing that intrigued me the most came up - he also didn't want me to know about his feelings for me.
It was the last part that had me really curious. Why in the world would anyone care that I knew he was sexually attracted to me? Heck, if anything I did everything I could so that men WOULD be attracted to me. Was he afraid that if I was aware of his desires that I might be tempted to approach him? If so then he didn't know me very well. If anything, seeing a man NOT looking at me that way just made me all the more determined to attract his attention. Flirting with a man who was nursing an erection because of me didn't turn me on nearly as much as getting a guy trying NOT to flirt with me lose the battle.
"So you just told this guy that he could fuck your wife?" I teased Steve, pretending I was flabbergasted. He knew better than to even begin to believe that line.
