Barry, a friend who lived in my neighborhood once asked me to fulfill a fantasy for his wife, Margaret. I had been divorced about a year, and was single, but Marge knew me very well, and I was the only friend Marge would agree to allow him to bar hop with. They were a VERY straight-laced couple, very preppy and very refined. Marge is one of those preppy women that everybody fantasies about but never really gets even a flirt from. She had a terrific body, but never wore anything revealing.
One Friday night Barry and I were bar hopping. He wanted to tell me a secret.
I said OK. He said after a few wines at dinner recently he was telling Marge about a new girl at work and how he was attracted to her. He said he thought the girl was dressing sexy for him and wearing enticing perfume. In the mist of their confessions, Marge admitted that she was very attracted to me, that she intentionally wore her sexiest clothes around me, and Marge told him if they were not married, "I would be playing his soft place off".
We were out visiting titty bars, so I was really horny, and combined with that I was drunk enough to remove all of my normal inhibitions. That night he showed me a picture of them taken the year before in the Bahamas.
She was wearing a tiny thong bathing suit, and he could see I drooled. Over and over that night he kept asking me if I would fulfill a fantasy for her, and I kept saying yes but he would never explain what he wanted me to do. At two thirty AM he pulled up in front of his house where my car was parked.
He gave me his house keys and said he would go to his parents house about five miles away, and he would tell them he had drank too much to drive the rest of the way home, so he would stay the night. He told me to go into his house, get undressed and crawl into bed with Marge as a surprise. He said Marge slept in the nude.
I was scared to death, but I was so horny it overcame my fears.
I entered their house with my heart and hard pounding.
The circumstances made it more erotic than ever. I undressed in the downstairs bath, and then went to the master bedroom with a raging hard on. When I crawled into bed and moved against her, Marge woke and could feel my hard length on her back. Marge reached over and grabbed it. She then realized that it was not his length because I am much larger than him, and I am not circumcised. Marge screamed and jumped out of bed, so did I. Marge flipped on the light and we are now standing naked looking at each other. She keeps looking at my hard length then my face as she talks loudly, almost screaming, asking what I am doing.
I told her the story, and that Barry had planned this as a surprise for her. Marge screamed profanity about her husband, but kept staring directly at my length, not my face.
When I walked toward her she moved away still looking at my length, but each time I got closer. Finally Marge was in the corner, panicked, and yelled "Get the hell out of here!" while looking straight down at my length. At this point I wanted to just calm her and leave, and I was scared as hell. I had no idea how to reach Barry, and I was afraid that Marge would call the cops and have me arrested. Without thinking straight, it was then that I moved in against her gently pinning her to the wall, with my hands on her shoulders trying to keep her from running away, wanting to calm her down. I was afraid that if I left her alone Marge would call the cops. But in our movements unintentionally my hard length touched her stomach and Marge changed instantly. I am sure that she had an orgasm. She got quiet, still looking at me with fire in her eyes even though her body actions at this point became passive. She stopped talking and moving. We just looked at each other, her arms to her side, my hands on arms just below her shoulders, and the tip of my hard 7-inch length now gently resting against her body. Shortly, her breathing got real heavy, to the point of heaving, and I suddenly realized her initial anger had gone, and that now she was really turned on.
I stroked her face gently with my left hand, and with my right I reached down and guided her hand to my length.
At first her hand was limp around my length, but then she started grasping it and moving her hand back and forth. I moveed my hand from her face to her nipples and they felt as though they were going to burst.
As I touched her nipple, her breathing got heavier. I kissed her gently on the lips several times, and while at first Marge hardly moved, she suddenly let go and we french kissed while she pulled me to the bed with her hand on my length.
As we fell on the bed with me on top, she guided me and pulled my length straight into her very very wet softness. My length went straight full depth into her softness.
She moaned so loud I was certain the neighbors would hear her.
She kept saying things like, Play me.
Oh God. Yes, Please play me. Dont take it out. Fill my softness with cum.
Oh God YES YES. Her softness was so hot and tight that I could feel the heat on my length as it sank to the bottom. It turns out he was only about four and a half inches and small around, and that he had been the only guy she had ever had sex with up to that point. After I shot my first load of cum deep into her softness her verbal wish over and over again, we rested and played until daylight. She especially liked me to play her doggie style so I could get full depth into her cunt. When we played she was very loud.
When we stopped the smile on her face was unreal.
Marge told me that once she had seen my length and realized how big it was, she lost all control. She said she really wanted my 7.5-inch length in her softness as soon as possible, but that her natural instincts got in her way. She said she had stood in silence pinned against the wall praying that I would not leave.
She said the minute my length touched her body, she had an orgasm. She said that "wanting that big length in my softness immediately overcame any reluctance I had about the situation.
" Somewhere around 5am she asked if I had ever had sex outside. I said yes.
She said let's go and pulled me into their back yard.
She went to the middle of the yard on the grass, fell onto her back pulling me on top, and said "play me." I certainly did, cumming again deep inside her. We may have had thirty minutes sleep, and about 8 am Saturday, I dressed as she dozed off, left his keys on the coffee table, and went home to my apartment.
Barry said he got home around noon that Saturday. He said Marge was really quiet around him, but that I might find this strange, but he never mentioned this event to her and Marge never mentioned it to him. He eventually told me that every time we had gone out together for the last several months, he had though about arranging this surprise for her and that he masturbated thinking about it often. I told him the truth about the night, and he asked me to repeat it at least twenty times. Over and Over I told him this story in explicit detail. Later Marge told me that she is sure that when he and I were out and I told him the story, he would rush home from the bar to play her brains out. After that night Marge was really friendly with me, but not overly. Of course, Marge began encouraging him to go out bar hopping with me.
Continued in Part 2 |
