For a while, we got together every Thursday to discuss schoolwork. After a while, our little discussion group began exploring a wider range of topics, until eventually it simply became the Sexual Discussion Group. Amber and Crystal were interested in many of my stories – in particular the variety and intensity of the sex life I enjoyed with my husband, Jack.
After twenty years of marriage, Jack and I never stopped trying to improve our sex life, and my descriptions of Jack’s sexual prowess fascinated these two young college girls. From my point of view, it was wonderful to hear about these young girls and their many episodes of sexual experimentation. Every Thursday afternoon, the three of us got together at my house to swap raunchy stories and give each other advice.
Amber and Crystal were fascinated by my descriptions of things that Jack and I did every Thursday night. Jack and I had developed quite a ritual in recent months. Every Thursday afternoon, the discussion with my two young girlfriends would get me so fucking horny, and full of new ideas about how to please my husband. Like clockwork, Jack would arrive home after a hard day’s work on his construction job.
Dirty and grimy, Jack would say hi to my two friends, then head upstairs for a shower. Saying goodbye to Crystal and Amber, I would head upstairs and wait for Jack to come out. Full of ideas, and always wet and aroused by my discussions with those sexy young girls, I greeted Jack with something new and fun every Thursday evening. He never knew exactly what he was going to get, but it was always fucking great.
Yesterday afternoon’s discussion group was about female sexual fantasies. I suggested that we should take it beyond simply talking about sex. I told Amber and Crystal that whoever had the best fantasy would have to agree to do more than just tell us about it.
Each of us had to agree that we would vote for the best fantasy, and that the winner would have to actually make their fantasy come true. The two young girls eagerly agreed. This would be a contest; after telling our fantasies, we would vote. The winner had to promise to act out their fantasy, make it happen, and tell the others all about it next week. We began with Amber telling her story:
Amber’s Fantasy:
I’m Amber; I’m a tall redhead with a slim body, very athletic. I’ve recently started flirting with John, the cute new UPS delivery guy. I buy lots of stuff online and I usually get a delivery a couple of times a week. One time I invited John in for a chance to get off his feet for a few minutes. I offered him some coffee and he said “If you’re having some, I can join you”. He is so cute, I’ve been turning my flirting up a notch every time I see him.
Last week, I met John at the door in a very sexy outfit and told him to come on in with his package. I asked him to join me in a bite of breakfast; like he usually does, he said “If you’re having some, I can join you”. I noticed how he couldn’t help staring at my short skirt and low-cut top. Here’s my fantasy:
The next time John comes knocking, I’m in my bathrobe, fresh out of bed in the morning. I don’t have a pen to sign for my package, but I tell him that I can go in the next room and get one. He waits for a minute or two, but when I don’t come back he calls out “Amber, did you find a pen?”
I just say, “Come on in here, John”.
John turns around the corner and sees me leaning back on the sofa, my robe half open; I’m naked under my robe. I’m caressing my tits and lightly fingering my pussy. And I tell him, “Come on John—this is what I’m having this morning. Like you always say, if I’m having some, you can join me!” I start fingering my pussy and tell him that he has to sit down and do exactly what I’m doing.
Soon my robe is wide open and I’m so fucking turned on, spanking my clit and finger-fucking myself hard; I'm dripping wet. And John is unzipped, sitting in a chair across from me, his pants around his ankles, stroking his massive dick. He starts slowly at first and picks up the pace as he sees me getting more and more wet and hot. I tell him he’s not allowed to cum until I do, and he obeys.
I cum so fucking hard and long. My pussy gushes a huge dark puddle of wetness onto my sofa cushion. Right after that, John stands up and thrusts his hips forward, pumping frantically at his cock. He explodes and shoots several nice long streams of cum, making a mess all over my hardwood floor.
I tell him I’m going to have to order some new cleaning products to clean up this mess; when he delivers them in a few days, we’re going to make a mess all over this whole house! John gets dressed and leaves me there, still naked and out of breath on my sofa, my fingers still in my pussy.
Sometimes I have an alternate fantasy where I tell John to lick up all the wetness from my pussy, sometimes I suck on his huge cock, and sometimes I ask him to come over to the sofa and fuck me hard. My fantasy is that John will do anything and everything that I ask; he aims to pleas, and promises to come back and do it again!
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Crystal and I applauded Amber’s fantasy – we were off to a good start! Now it was Crystal’s turn:
Crystal’s Fantasy:
My boyfriend and I have a very interesting experience every Saturday night when his friends come over to play poker. All four of these guys can get pretty raunchy, and they’re constantly making crude remarks as I play waitress, serving them drinks and snacks throughout the game.
Lately I’ve been wearing the most slutty outfit I can dream up, driving all the guys wild as they’re playing. I know they like watching me; I’m the stereotypical sexy blonde with nice, full tits and a big round ass. I can tell they’re all fantasizing about me, and my boyfriend actually sits there and talks about how he’s going to fuck me so good after they all leave.
I couldn’t believe what happened last time - they all tricked me. After everyone left, my boyfriend took me to the bedroom and made me kneel down on the bed with my face in the pillows. He took me from behind and fucked my brains out. I didn’t hear the other three guys silently sneaking back into the house.
After my boyfriend shot his load inside me, I looked up from the pillows and turned around, and got the shock of my life. All his friends were standing there, watching us fuck! My boyfriend had told them they could watch, but nobody could touch anything. I couldn’t believe he had put me on display like this! But I was so fucking turned on by what had happened – after his friends left, we kept fucking like mad all night.
My fantasy is this: the next poker night, I’m serving drinks like usual, but in a short tiny skirt that doesn’t even cover my ass. I’m wearing no panties and I’m flashing all the guys every chance I get. My low-cut top leaves nothing to the imagination; as the poker game continues, I know they’re all sitting there with rock hard dicks.
My fantasy is that the poker game will have an added incentive this time; whoever wins the most money by the end of the night gets to fuck me while the others watch, no matter who it is. The game will end at midnight, and on the stroke of 11:30 the boys will get a special treat – a preview of the night’s grand prize.
As they continue to play their final hands, I crawl under the table and unzip them, one by one. They can’t touch themselves or me; I do all the work. I pull out their cocks and give them a fast wet blowjob. They have to keep the game going while I do this, and I have a thirty-minute time limit. I have to make each of them cum before midnight. I drain one guy’s balls and go straight to work on the next cock, then the next one.