“Look at those two couples over there.”She pointed even though Paul couldn’t see.“They’re not just playing strip poker, they’re playingsexpoker.We can see anything and everything here at the club.One of the women cries out and slaps her cards down.”Summer slapped her hand on her desk for a sound effect.“She’s in extremely good shape, very attractive.”
“Deliciously big tits a man can suck on.Just like yours.”
Paul had always liked Summer’s breasts.She was what her mother had called buxom, with a curvy figure she exercised into submission, especially now that she was forty-five and easily put on weight if she didn’t watch it.Thank goodness she enjoyed working out.
Even while she was thinking, she continued Paul’s story.“The buxom blonde jumps up, and a man at the table pushes back.Right there, while we’re watching—and everyone in the bar can watch—she drops to her knees between his spread legs.He reaches out to squeeze those luscious breasts in his palms.”
Paul’s breath came faster now, and he added, “She’s wearing an almost see-through lace bra and her nipples are hard.”He liked to add the things he needed forhisfantasy if she hadn’t already mentioned them.
“She unzips him and takes his cock out.And you and I just stare because he’s huge.Then she goes down on him.Maybe he’s her husband, maybe not, but she devours him until he tangles his fingers in her hair and sets the rhythm he likes, closing his eyes, head falling back, a low growl rumbling out.Just when he starts to quiver, the rest of the group chatter, ‘Don’t let him come yet—we’ve got all night.Make him wait.’And the woman backs off.Much to our chagrin.”
Paul groaned and spoke for the teased man, “‘Shit, I could come later too.I can go more than once.’And another of the women laughs and says, ‘Yeah, right.’”
Summer chuckled.“That must be his wife.And they keep playing, another round, another shriek as one of the women loses—or maybe she’s winning.”
“What does she have to do?”Oh, Paul was anxious, the rhythmic catch in his breath telling Summer that he was stroking his cock to the sound of her voice and the workings of her dirty mind.
“She gets down on her knees too, this time right in front of the woman who’d been sucking cock.She gently pushes up the naughty little cocktail dress the woman’s wearing and spreads her legs.Then she goes at her, licking, slipping her fingers inside her.”
This time Paul didn’t add anything—there was only a long, low groan.Her story was really getting to him.Paul loved woman-on-woman talk.
“She’s moaning and writhing on the chair.Then the guy who didn’t get to come calls out, ‘Hey, don’t let her come—the night’s just starting.’And the woman manages to say, ‘But I can come as many times as I want, sweetheart.’”
“Oh yeah, let her come.”Paul’s words now came harsh and gravelly.
And Summer, her voice low and seductive, knew just what he wanted.“She quivers and quakes, and then she comes with a loud cry, turning all the heads that weren’t already looking at her.The other woman gets up, dusting off her hands as if she’s just performed an enormous feat.She licks her lips, tasting her friend all over again.”
Paul grunted loudly.She thought about playing another hand with the wife-swapping couples, maybe making one of the men suck cock, but this was Paul’s fantasy right now.Although she was wet, her nipples hard, and if she weren’t at work, she’d touch herself.But that would have to wait.She still had a few more tasks to complete before she left, so she moved the story along.“And now I turn to you.What do you want next?To watch me screw another man for you, my dear sweet husband?”
This was one of Paul’s favorite fantasies, letting another man take his woman.
“Yeah, you want to do some handsome guy tonight, darling?”
Now it could become her fantasy too.“I want that one.”She pointed again, as if they were really in a club and she could actuallyseethe man she wanted.“He’s tall, with dark hair cut businessman-short—” Because she preferred short hair.“—clean-shaven—” Because she didn’t like scruffiness.“—and he has eyes the color of dark maple syrup.”
She pictured the man, knew him, though not very well.She would never date a work colleague; that could get too messy when it ended.Someone like Paul worked for her, a former coworker who could say,Yeah, let’s screw the relationship and just have great sex.
But there was no reason she couldn’t fantasize about that very handsome man.
“I signal him with just my eyes, and that’s the only invitation he needs.Then I grab your hand and take you to my favorite room—the cocktail room.”She didn’t need to describe it for Paul since they’d used this fantasy before in various forms.“And that gorgeous, hunky VP type follows us because he’s caught my scent.He justknowsmy husband likes to watch.I find an empty sofa in the cocktail room and do the Sharon Stone thing—crossing and re-crossing my legs so he can see how ready I am.What do you think he’s going to do with my flirty red dress?Just flip it up andfuckme?”She gave the word extra emphasis just for Paul.
He growled, a ferocious, feral sound.“Let himfuckyou good.”
She gave Paul what he wanted.Maybe tonight, alone in her bed, she’d create her own story about her fantasy man, but for now she said, “And that gorgeous man comes down between my legs and says, ‘Do you need to know my name?’And I say, ‘No real names.Let’s just call you… Knox.’”It sounded like a made-up name on the spur of the moment, and Paul would never guess she actually knew the man.And Summer wanted to imaginehim.
She felt all the moisture pull low.Oh yes, this would be a really good fantasy.“You watch raptly as he unzips—he doesn’t even unbuckle, just pulls his cock out, and it’s huge.You watch, all gaga, as he frees it.He’s long and thick, just the way we both like it.”
Paul didn’t fantasize about guy-on-guy sex, but when they imagined another man taking her, he always wanted it to be a big cock, probably because he was on the smaller side.She could hear him breathing fast, harsh.He was close; it wouldn’t take much more.
“He’s so hard.And I’m sowet.”She hissed the word on a long breath.“Then he plunges deep.”She skipped the condom part—this was fantasy.“He’s so big… and I’m so full.He moves slowly, rubbing me inside, then almost all the way out again so you can see every inch except his crown still inside me.You’re salivating because you love watching your wife get screwed by another man.”
She could almost hear the beat of Paul’s fist around his cock.
“He takes me with slow, short strokes that turn me mindless.It’s as if he knows exactly how I like it.It doesn’t take long before I’m quivering from head to toe, and I forget all about you, because there’s just this gorgeous man and his big cock inside me.”
She heard her own voice growing more fervent; the tale was getting to her.“I’m almost there, a hard pulse inside me.Then it hits like a lightning bolt, straight to my center.I scream because it’s so intense.He slams home the moment he feels me climax around him, taking me hard, so hard I can’t stop coming.It goes on and on, and it’s good, so good.”
Paul grunted, growled, the low rumble of his orgasm rising in his throat.
