MY WIFE'S DREAM CUM TRUE
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Ever since her high school days, my wife Jana had a crush on Kurt. She was a cheerleader, a beautiful blue-eyed blond with long silky hair and long gorgeous legs in a sexy pom-pom outfit. She'd tease this good-looking young lad who grew up to be one sexy guy with a most manly voice--like Walter Cronkite.
He should have become a TV announcer on CNN or Fox News. He's forty-six now and God his blue eyes are just like hers. His sexy figure would go unrivaled most anywhere.
Now he lives in South Maryland. Saint Mary's County. He works as a contractor is doing well for himself--got one daughter from a previous marriage. He is single now and likes to drink martinis and so do we.
One day he came home to visit. My wife saw him downtown and invited him for a drink. He obliged and I got introduced. We had fun that night, the three of us at our house. Jana and Kurt reminisced about the good old days and he invited us to go visit him where he lived and he made us promise to do so. We fully intended to keep it. And every so often the subject of visiting Kurt would come up as we lie in bed fantasizing.
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I've always teased my wife about men, so I'd ask her, "Jana, wouldn't you like to fuck him?"
She'd say, "No . . . he's my friend!"
I'd reply, "Hey, he's single and you already told me you wanted him when you were young. Didn't you?"
This night as we sat drinking, I asked the question again and she said, "Well ya' know I'm not dead yet. I'd fuck him twice if I wasn't with you."
I said, "Well, don't worry about me I'm fine with that."
She blushed some more and started inhaling her Martini. I fixed her another one in no time. By now I'm horny as hell talking about this.
I looked over and saw her sitting there in her hot pink Victoria's Secret Lingerie with matching bra and thongs, and fuck-me high heeled ostrich feather slippers. Not being able to stand it any longer, I picked her up and mounted her on the kitchen table.
There, I proceeded to feast on her body starting with her hot lips on down her neck and then on to her size C breasts with those big beautiful pink nipples.
She got her long fingers around the back of my neck and then wiggled her tongue in my mouth quenching my thirst. Wrapping her legs around my waist, I ran her fingers into my hair at the back of my head as we kissed long and hard.
I bent down and proceeded to kiss her belly button and her blond little pad of fuzz on top of her pretty mound--sporadically I teased her clit. Then I gave it a once over and tasted it all.
Sticking two fingers up her wet pussy sent her spiraling into an orgasm and a high-pitched spine-chilling scream. Running my fingers up to her G-spot, I massaged it a few times until I couldn't hold it anymore. By this time, I had a throbbing hard cock ready to plunge into this juicy pussy--large hot throbbing angel wing lips and all.
And that I did.
I heard her say, "Oh my God, that's just the cock I want and NOW!"
We both pumped a few times had a mutual orgasm that was out of this world. Afterward, as we relaxed in each other's arms, and drifted into talking about our fantasies, what we liked sexually. Once again, I brought up her old school friend.
We decided right then and there to go visit him, just as we had promised him we'd do. Also, Jana and I agreed to play out our sexual fantasy with Kurt--providing he wanted that as much as we did.
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My wife wanted to stop in D.C. to visit a few historical sites, so we gave ourselves lots of time. We figured four days should do it. We arrived on a Friday at one p.m. and Kurt met us at the airport in Baltimore.
Jana had on a short sexy dress, light blue in color, with a matching, see-through light blue thong. We had trimmed her fuzz short leaving a small amount of it on top, just enough to reveal its natural blond color. I loved to look at it. It looked so sexy through the see-through panties she was wearing that day. And I'll tell you if there is a woman who knows how to tease men, it's my wife Jana. The plan was to introduce him to that blond fuzz during the ride to his home.