My wife and I have an amazing sex life—in our minds! In the bedroom and occasionally elsewhere, we are good, but you can't beat our imaginations. Our fantasies get us so turned on, they provide a safe, cheap, and reliable alternative to trying to do it all in real life.
"So-ohhhhh," one of us would start, turning a short word into two seductive syllables. "What would you think about...?" Bonnie or I would continue, laying out the new idea or embellishing an earlier one. Sometimes it would be a solo inspiration, sometimes we both would contribute. They could range from simple roleplay (Do they even have traveling salesmen anymore?) to impractical situations (How do you sneak onto the International Space Station?) to celebrities (If you can have young Elvis Presley, I want young Helen Mirren.) to science fiction (Someone is going to get anally probed.). Over the years, some scenarios would repeat, or be improved upon.
It was easier to keep sex exciting for two decades without having to hide various media, paraphernalia, and activity from the curious eyes of our two kids. When we sent our second off to college, we celebrated our freedom by enacting some ideas we had only imagined. Both in our 40s, what we lacked in sheer stamina we made up for with erotic creativity.
This is the story of how we made one of Bonnie's Impossible Dreams come true.
A recurring favorite of hers was to be worshipped and made love to by a group of men. It was rebooted by our twenty
year college reunion. Back on campus, we visited the fraternity house of Eta Bukkake Pi. (You didn't think I would use the real name, did you?) I had been president my senior year. As I showed her around, recounting some of my adventures in the house, Bonnie was turned on by the hot young men, some shirtless in shorts playing basketball, others in tight jeans and T-shirts just hanging out.
Although she wasn't dressed provocatively, Bonnie is a tall, Nordic blonde, whose shoulder-length hair, full breasts, and long legs can attract attention anywhere, not just from a bunch of horny frat boys. Her crystal blue eyes and easy laugh have made a lot of guys think they might have a chance with her and made a lot more wish they did.
We both enjoyed watching the guys checking her out, her reveling in the knowledge that she was still so desirable, and me flaunting the fact that she was with me. She was sure she heard the word MILF come up a few times almost out of earshot. When we got back to the hotel, she insisted on a quickie before the dinner. As we fucked, we discussed one guy's abs and the bulge in another's pants.
It gave me an idea that would take a lot to arrange, but also the motivation to try. Over the next week, I made some calls to see how it might be accomplished. When it started to seem possible, I told Bonnie what I was considering, and she was enthusiastic. Even if it didn't happen, working out the details was exciting and led to some hot sex as well.
It was a few months later, just after the start of a new school year, when everything was in place.
The evening arrived. We entered the fraternity house through the back door and went downstairs to the ceremonial room. It was private and soundproof and off-limits except for official events. John, the current president, escorted us in. Everything was ready.
Bonnie had styled her hair in an updo that made her even taller and more elegant. She removed her coat to reveal the filmy gown that cascaded to her bare feet. It gave her a regal appearance, as well as showing off her full breasts, taught belly, round ass, and shapely legs. She was truly a sex goddess to be worshipped. She inspected the odd, low, padded bench in the center of the room before taking her seat in the large leather chair on the dais.
I stepped into the side room where the other guys were. As did they, I stripped naked and wore only the ceremonial hooded robe of our fraternity. Checking that everything was ready, I stepped into the main room and announced, "Oh Venus, goddess of love, we come to worship you and pay you homage. We offer the tribute of our seed and the sharing of our ecstasy. As your high priest, I present these supplicants for your inspection and use."
Bonnie almost broke out laughing at the pageantry, but I mock-scowled at her to stay in character. "Approach, and demonstrate your fealty," she said, extending her leg. I knelt in front of her and kissed the sole of her foot, gently massaging it.
"Show me yourself," she ordered, gesturing that I had permission to stand next to her. I parted my robe and shoved my hips forward. She grabbed and squeezed my half-hardon. Flicking it with the back of her hand, she dismissed me, saying, "Is that all you have?" I knew the guys could see this from the side room, and I imagined them stroking beneath their robes to be sure they were fully erect.
I bowed deeply and whimpered, "No, goddess, I bring you the finest in manhood, young, strong, virile." I called, "Come here, John." He entered the room and I pushed him next to her. This was the moment of truth, but Bonnie didn't hesitate, seizing the young man's cock and balls with her hand. John was not only fraternity president, but also the quarterback on the football team. His strength and leadership would be needed tonight, and his long penis would also be put to good use.
"He is adequate," Bonnie's wide eyes showed that she was more impressed than her words implied. "But he should learn his place!"
"I am most unworthy, goddess," he said, hurrying to kneel in front of her. She extended a foot and he licked her toes eagerly.
"Marcus, approach," I called, and he knelt before her other leg, joining his frat brother worshipping her feet.
"Enough," she said after a bit, withdrawing her feet. John stood and backed away. "Let me see you," she said to Marcus. He stood and exposed his cock to her. It was not as long as John's but was notably thicker. Bonnie's hands are not small, but her finger and thumb could not reach all the way around it.
"What else do you have to offer?" my wife's voice was less stern as I directed Marcus to his spot.
