He validates me as a human being.  When he’s with me I’m the most important person in his world and I love that about him.  I suppose the confidence that I feel when I’m with him just sets my passion on fire.

So where was I?  Oh yes, I was fantasizing for just a moment.  Frank is coming over in 45 minutes.  45 minutes?  What was I thinking?  I’ll never get ready in that amount of time – certainly not for Frank.   I always want to look and smell my best because I know that’s how he’ll be.  Nothing 2nd rate about Frank.  Maybe one thing.  He’s really afraid of commitment.

There’s never any talk about when we’ll see each other again nor do we ever make plans for a future meeting.  It’s just understood that he’s got a very demanding job and he travels a lot and a permanent relationship isn’t on his list of must-do things.  I accept that but I can tell you that I wish we had a more substantial relationship.

When we first started seeing each other I was convinced that he was married.  His schedule screams married to me.  I have a friend who knows a friend — you know those kind of people  who know people who can do things.  This friend confirmed that Frank is definitely single.  So maybe he’s got a full-time girlfriend?  Sometimes not seeing him often bothers me, like right now.  Other times I have a busy life with a lot of friends and I don’t give him much of a 1st thought.  He’s definitely in my 2nd and 3rd thoughts.

Here I sit wondering about all of this and my hair isn’t shampooed and my legs aren’t shaved and I’m a week away from my next Brazillian.  I do have the wine chilled and I’ve put out a plate of cheese, dried fruit and nuts so we’ll have a little snack later.

What sort of sex shall we have today?  My mind is racing.  I’m thinking maybe we’ll try it standing up.  I haven’t ever done that with Frank.  Maybe we’ll do the “bend me over the back of the sofa” thing.  If I’m in that sort of mood, the idea of being taken like the slut I’m not but wish I was really turns me on.

I’m off to shower, dress in something sexy and try not to forget to lay out the condoms, lube, toys and towel.

Do you have a routine before sex?  I never thought I did but it’s pretty apparent today that I do.

I let my hands begin to wander, first teasing my nipples through my thin cotton t-shirt, making them hard, then moving down my flat tummy. As his laugh echoed in my mind I let my fingers find the bottom hem of my shirt, pulled it up slowly, imagining it was his. I felt a moan escape my lips and slipped my hand into my panties finding my wet lips covered in thick red pubic hair. I couldn’t believe how wet I was, just from the power of his voice, oh and that accent.

God that man is sexy. I closed my eyes and pictured him lying between my legs with a grin on his face, knowing that he was about to please me. I ran my finger over my swollen clit and felt my body quiver, my other fingers rubbing my thick pubic hair. I began to make light circles around my clit, making sure to tease my opening with my middle finger. I moaned again, hearing his smooth voice in my head telling me he wanted to hear me cum. I quickened the pace with my fingers, changing between rubbing my clit and slipping my middle finger into my pussy and squeezing against it.

My breathing began to quicken and my moans came more often, almost with each breath. I felt the familiar stirring deep within my body as I started to lose myself in his voice. I pulled my hand from my pussy and crawled off the bed in search of my favorite toy. I opened my panties drawer and rummaged through the bras, panties and socks, rubbing my thighs together, keeping my clit stimulated. After what seemed to be a small eternity I finally found my vibrator and quickly returned to my bed. It was about eight inches in length, off white not too fancy. It was the first toy I’ve ever owned and I still preferred it to any other I had.

As I got comfy on my queen bed I started to pull at my panties, lifting my ass and sliding them past my hips down my thighs, revealing my hairy mound. I wiggled my legs, worked my damp panties to my feet, and kicked them off end of my bed. I spread my legs as I laid my head back down on my pillows and began to play with my breasts again, laying the little vibrator on my bed next to me. As I played with my breasts I squirmed on the bed, making the bed spread wrinkle.

I slipped my hands underneath my thin t-shirt; my hands ran up my tummy and to the underside of my breasts. I closed my eyes again and pictured his hands on me. My hands rounded up to my nipples, still hard from the attention I gave them earlier; I began to roll my nipples between my fingers as I massaged my large breasts. My body was covered in tingles I wanted to cum for him so badly. I smiled softly as I slide my hand out of my shirt and over the little vibrator. I’ve used it so often I can hold it and turn it on with one hand. Soon enough came the very familiar buzzing, then his voice in my head, “You want this so badly don’t you?”

My heart skipped a bit and I almost opened my eyes, decided against it cause I wanted him here with me, even if it was all in my head. I traced the vibrator around my breasts, rolling over my nipples; I was so horny my hips were already squirming against the bed. I could feel my pussy almost dripping, aching for the familiar touch of the vibrator. I continued to trace with the vibrator, across my tummy, then to my hairy patch. I laid it flat against my mound, letting the tip just barely touch my wet lips. His voice purred through my mind again as I slipped the vibrator between my lips. Feeling the vibrator graze my engorged clit I moaned loudly and grabbed my breast with my free hand. Oh God I wanted him.

I let the vibrator slide up and down the length of my lips, pleasing my clit and teasing my opening. I could feel his breath against my cheek and his hands on my body. I slipped the vibrator into my wetness and moaned again, long and soft. I gripped the vibrator tightly with my pussy as I pushed it further in, almost the entire length. Slowly I began to pull it back out, the vibration still stimulating my hard clit. Back in went the vibrator, I began to quicken the pace, in and out, my free hand massaging my breast and tweaking my nipples. My moans came almost with each breath.

I began to rock my hips against my hand and vibrator, pumping harder and faster. I could feel my climax begin to build as I squeezed tightly around the plastic cock. My entire body was writhing on the bed as if possessed. His sexy voice was toying with me. My breathing became labored and my heart raced. Squeezing against the vibrator I pictured his face, leaning in closer to kiss me and that pushed me over the edge. My moans were almost continuous, my hand almost a blur, forcing the vibrator to fuck me. My body began to tense and I held my breath, my climax peeked.

I was moaning, so close to screaming his name as I worked the plastic vibrating cock in and out of my pussy coaxing my climax through the peak. I felt myself cum and the juices trickle down to my ass, I slowed the strokes a bit and made them longer as my climax subsided. With a flick of my index finger, my little vibrator was off and I slide it out of my sopping wet pussy. I sighed heavily and completely relaxed lying on my bed, my heart beating so hard it felt as if it were in my head. I let out a soft giggle as I thought to myself, “He’ll never know how much I want him.”

She wrapped her fit body in a towel and rested one of the feminine legs on the toilet in order to apply lotion. She was petite and in perfect shape. Her chest sat perkily on her torso; her stomach was toned with defined abs. Her legs, strong and muscular from 8 years of soccer through high school and college extended slenderly from curved hips. The doctors had repeatedly told her she had child-baring hips, but her short, agonizing three years of marriage had never put those hips to use.

Sighing, she wrapped a smaller towel around her thick mass of wavy brown hair. The sun brought out light hints of blond, but damp, her hair looked almost black. She looked at her flawless face in the mirror. Deep eyes stared back, accompanied by long, curling eyelashes. She was much younger looking than 28 without make-up, but in the same aspect, she was mature looking. She carried her head high wherever she ventured and omitted an almost pungent sense of pride and respect for herself and the person that she had strived so hard to become.

Stepping out of the bathroom into the empty, dimly lit hallway of the five-story building, Ronda smiled gently. She had done well this far in life. Out of college she had started a small business of importing jewels and fashions from the top-selling companies: Milan, Paris, England, and even Jamaica and the Bahamas. At first she had doubted if it was going to get off the ground and go anywhere. In the first month she had racked in barely enough to live on, but within the next three she was living comfortably and was on the brink of expanding. From that point on, she had been living the life she had always desired to live.

She sat down in the over-stuffed office chair with her steaming bowl of soup. She grabbed the remote from the side-table and clicked the television on. Within the first six bites of the soup, there was a faint knock on the foggy glass door that led to her office. She looked at the wall clock. Both hands rested on the one. She questioned to herself who was at the office at one o’clock in the morning, and more so, why they were bothering her.

She placed the bowl on the end table, tightened the tie around her fuzzy blue bathrobe, and shuffled over to the door. She opened it frustrated and looked at the visitor surprisingly.
“Um…hi,” she said casually although her stomach was filling with a greenhouse of butterflies.

He had worked for “Ella Bella’s Jewels” for the last year or so. He was three years younger than she was, but it didn’t matter. His high cheekbones and firm jaw line made him appear much older, and much more mature than most of the 25 year old boys at the office. He was only a few inches taller than she was, but his muscular frame seemed to heighten him. His brown hair was kept short, and often gelled up, back, or to the side. Personally, she liked it dry, with the just-rolled-out-of-bed-after-making-love-all-night-long look.

“Hey. What are you doing here?” he inquired, his dark green eyes drifting up and down her bathware-covered body.
“They’re painting my house this weekend, and asked me not to be there. So, I figured that here was better than anywhere else. Plus, I had a lot of inventory and what not to finish. Now, what are you doing here?”
“Couldn’t sleep.”

She smiled at him gently and stepped aside. “Would you like to come in?”
He smiled back and stepped inside the large, overly furnished office. He acknowledged the colding bowl on the table and turned around as she was closing the door. “I didn’t mean to bother you. I’ll just go. I–”

“No, no. Don’t worry about it, I was almost done anyways,” she lied. “C’mon in, have a seat.”
“Thanks,” he said, selecting the love seat across from the chair that she was seating herself in.
The two talked for almost two hours while she sipped margaritas and he drank cold beers from the company freezer. About four-thirty, he stood and excused himself. “I should probably get going,” he said as he started towards the door.

She followed. “A..are you sure? I mean, it’s kind of late to be, well, early–it’s kind of early to be driving home, only to have to return in a few hours as it is. I can pull the couch bed out and you can just sleep here tonight. Besides, you’ve been drinking. I wouldn’t want you to get pulled over or anything like that.”
He looked at her for a moment, then smiled and shrugged his shoulders surrendering. “All right, if you insist,” he replied.

She smiled at him and stepped up to him, undoing his tie slowly. She looked up at him and half-smiled, her hands trembling slightly. Inside, she longed for him. Inside, he longed for her. Secretly, they had both watched each other out of the corner of their eyes. They went their separate ways at night, desiring deep down inside that they were going home with the other. Now, behind the closed magenta curtains that covered the sleeping, illuminated city, the possibility of fulfilling that lingering desire caused their hearts to race.

As she removed the undone tie from around his neck slowly, his strong hands ran down her slender arms, down her sides, and rested on her hips. She dropped the necktie on the ground and watched his hands undo the thick bow of her robe. The flaps fell open slightly, hiding her feminine parts, but revealing her firm stomach. She reached behind he and turned off the large, overhead light. All that lit the large room were two small scones on each side of the door, one floor lamp by the sofa bed, and a reading lap that sat on the large mahogany in the corner.

Exhaling nervously, eyes connected romantically with his, she dropped her robe onto the floor slowly. He swallowed the large lump that had formed in his throat and eyed her perfect body. Her nipples hardened against the chilly air that seemed to envelope them.

“Wow…” he whispered quietly. She covered her chest with her arms and looked at him sternly.
“What?” she asked confused.

He removed her arm and smiled at her. “Nothing. You’re just beautiful,” he whispered as he pulled her close and kissed her lips strongly. At first, her body froze, unused to the sudden granting of her darkest fantasy. Then, her lips memorized the pattern of his, and she warmed up to his tender kisses. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer to her.

As their lips remained wrapped in each other, his hands cupped her full chest, his thumbs rubbing her already firmed nipples. She sighed gently as the feelings of his tender touch rushed over her body. She went weak in the knees, but tightened her grip around his neck to catch herself. Once she was able to stand on her own, she fumbled with his belt buckle, racing to undo it as if it were a matter of life and death. After many moments of excitement, she pulled the belt out of its loops and tossed it into the pile of previously removed clothing. She followed behind herself with unbuttoning his slacks and removing those as well.

As he continued to massage her swelling breast, she took his large, semi-hard, groin in her hands. Nervous at first, she slid her hands up and down slowly, but as his breathing deepened and his member hardened, she increased her minute touching. As she teased his cock, his hand glided over her flat stomach to her most sacred area. He touched her softly between her legs, causing her to shiver. It had been so long since she had any sexual encounters…anywhere, and the almost non-existent touches that he was submitting to her body were driving her absolutely crazy.

As their hands discovered what each other’s genitals liked, their breathing deepened, shortened, and eventually turned to almost angry-like grunts and moans. She would bite his bottom lip involuntarily as he would speed up the much-desired torture on her pulsating clit. He would slide two of his thick fingers deep inside of her each time she sped up on his hard penis. Finally, the desire to feel themselves completely enveloped in the other took over.

He sat her on the edge of the desk and kissed her neck gently. She cooed, her fingertips dancing between his toned shoulder blades. She took him in her hands again and guided him inside of her slowly, moaning the whole measure of his continuous journey. She gripped the edge of the desk and leaned back slightly, pushing her pelvis forward. He rested his hands on her thighs and looked at her before plowing his large manhood deep into her. She had always imagined he’d fuck her on the desk, but in her dreams it was during work, between lunch breaks. Nonetheless, she was here, and he was here, and he was fucking her.

His tool glided in and out of her deeply yet gently at first. She met his thrusts, a little harder, a little faster than what he was doing. Finally, he matched her, and pounded her greedily. Her moans of tenderness turned to screams of tortured sexual fulfillment. Her body longed to cum, yet she didn’t want it to end. She sat up and pulled herself close to him as he continued to rock himself against her, his cock burrowing in and out of her steadily. She felt it jerk inside of her, a sign that he was nearing the end.

He reached between her spread legs and massaged her clit quickly. Their shadows danced around the office; shadowy fingers covered their warm, semi-wet bodies.

“Oh, god!” she moaned, biting his neck gently. “Yes, yes, yes…” she whispered in his ear as she continued to fix the hormone imbalance that had taken over her body in the last half a year.

Minutes later, he came; he came strongly, loudly, and fully, with himself still buried deep inside of her throbbing vagina. She came mere seconds after him, wrapping her strong legs around his hips. Her body jerked a few times close to him as he continued to tease her rapidly pulsating clitoris.

“Oh my god…” she sighed as their bodies wound down together.

He smiled and kissed her, their heaving torsos pressed close. “What do you say we go again?” he asked.
She laughed as he picked her up off the desk and carried her into the dimly lit bathroom.

I knew as soon as I laid eyes on Cindy she would be perfect for my secret

With her long brown hair, blue eyes and tan sexy body she was a dream come true. All I needed now was someone to introduce her to me so I could start weaving my fantasy into a reality. It wasn’t hard to find someone to introduce us as she was being watched by several of the men where we were at. After a few drinks and some girl talk I laid my fantasy on the line for her.

At one point I thought she would get up and walk away thinking I was insane but she stayed and we discussed my plans with great detail. I explained to her that she could turn my offer to her down and I would understand. Instead she smiled and accepted to take part in my plans. My panties were soaked through instantly. We had a few more drinks and talked about my fantasy some more and then we left the bar to travel to my house.

Upon reaching my house I once again told her if she had changed her mind I would take her back to the bar. I held my breath secretly hoping she hadn’t releasing it quickly when she confirmed that she wanted to be here. My pussy was throbbing it couldn’t wait to have my fantasy being played out with her in the starring spot. I led her to my bedroom and watched as she removed her clothing. She was as sexy naked as I had pictured her. Her breasts were so sweet and her nipples already erect. I just wanted to reach out and touch them but I held back. I began to remove my clothing as I watched her finish removing her. At one point we both giggled and I had to remind her to be quiet by placing my finger over my mouth. I showed her to the bed when we were ready to begin and before allowing he to climb in kissed her passionately on the lips.

Once I knew she was ready I took my place a few feet from the bed in an arm chair and signaled for her to go ahead. I watched as excitement grew in my body as Cindy reached under the covers toward the sleeping mound on the other side of the bed. Steven wasn’t awake yet but he was moaning. My pussy became wet and I licked my lips. Her simple touches brought him to a direct erection. Cindy threw back the covers and licked his growing hard on. Steven’s eyes fluttered open at the first feel of her tongue. I smiled at him when he looked over my way “Have fun baby.” He didn’t need to be told twice Cindy took his full cock into her mouth causing him to arch his lower body and groan in pleasure. As I watched this sexy young girl giving oral to my husband I reached one of my hands between my legs to play with my already overly soaked pussy. My fantasy was becoming reality. Cindy was doing an expert job at sucking Steven’s cock. The more he moaned the more I rubbed my pussy. Steven decided after a few minutes of getting his cock sucked that he needed to get a little up close and personal with his new bedmate so he reached down and pulled her up to him. With one hand between my legs and one squeezing the nipples on my titties I watched as my husband kissed and fondled Cindy’s titties. It made me hornier watching as these two moaned and entangled themselves gearing up for a night of passion.

Steven laid Cindy on her back and began at her neck tracing his tongue down into the hollow between her breasts stopping only to suckle each nipple at least twice and then continuing his journey with his tongue down her stomach and to her inner thighs. He nibbled on her lips causing her to whimper and stretch indicating she wanted more. He raised her legs up over his shoulders and entered her pussy with his tongue. I entered my pussy with two fingers as I watched him licking at her sweet juices and listening to her moaning pleasure. Steven inserted his finger into her wet love box while he ate hungrily at her pussy. He stopped only once to look at me “Baby you should taste this girl’s sweet honey pot.” I only smiled as he dipped his tongue back in for more. Cindy was enjoying herself immensely she began to move as Steven’s tongue roamed to find her clit. The harder he licked her clit the faster she fucked his face. I never knew I could be so horny watching my husband fucking another woman. I got up and walked to my dresser and opened the drawer where I kept my favorite dildo just in time to see Cindy rare her back and scream out has Steven’s tongue brought her to a full climax. As I passed the bed on my way back to my chair I stopped by Steven’s ear giving it a flick with my tongue “Fuck her for me baby.” Cindy was in complete agreement with me “God yes fuck me!” Steven flipped her over into doggie style position and entered her pussy from behind as I shoved my dildo into my thumping wet love hole. I watched Steven ram his hard cock over and over again into Cindy’s hot slushing snatch. The aroma of sex filled the air as did the moans from all three of us. Theirs from their passion and mine from my antics with my dildo. I couldn’t help but ram my dildo deep into my snatch as Steven rammed Cindy. The harder he banged her sexy, sweet crotch the harder I slammed my dildo into mine. When I heard Cindy begging for me from Steven I became overly intense on fucking myself and lost all senses of what they were doing. Reaching down with my free hand once again I found my clit and began to rub on it as I fucked myself with my dildo. My hips swayed upwards to keep a steady but quick rhythm. I imagined myself being fucked by the biggest cock in the world as Cindy and Steven lost themselves in one another. I have no idea how long we fucked like that I just know we all shouted and writhed in orgasm together in one big cumming session. Removing my dildo I dipped my fingers into my honey pot and back to my mouth to taste my sweet juices. Steven had collapsed on top of Cindy and when he rolled off of her I was there to crawl between her legs and lap up the sweet mixture her and Steven made in her perfect smelling love nest. We all laid together snuggling, touching and kissing for some time. A few hours later I took Cindy back to her car at the bar. She and I both said goodbye after a sweet bisexual make out in the empty parking lot promising each other we would have to do it again sometime really soon.