A Few Good Fantasies

by Michele Bardsley

  Her stomach squeezed in anticipation. What had he planned? Had he … no. He’d never go for that.

  “We still have three hours until our dinner reservation,” he said. “We could go to the pool or take a walk on the beach.”

  “I have an idea about how to spend the time.” She took his hand and led him to the huge bed. “Stay here.”

  She hurried into the bathroom. She took off her pants, blouse, hose and shoes. She’d worn her new bra and panties purchased at Victoria’s Secret.

  She looked herself over. No point to freshen her make-up. She fluffed out her short blonde hair. For a thirty-three-old woman who’d bore twins, she didn’t look half-bad.

  Good thing she’d indulged in a spa day prior to their trip. She had facial treatments, a mani-pedi, and leg and bikini waxes. She pulled her panties down and looked at her bare pussy. She usually got a Brazilian wax, which left a strip of hair. Greg would be really surprised to her completely bare.

  Early in their relationship, Carrie had asked Greg about his sexual fantasies. His reply: You, naked.

  That really did seem to be the extent of what he wanted. Maybe Greg’s sexual needs weren’t complex.

  And that’s why she feared talking to him about her needs. What she desired was a tad more complicated than “you, naked.”

  Not that it mattered. Most of the time, they fell into bed at night too exhausted to make love. Sex wasn’t as exciting as it had been in the early days.

  Their lack of physical intimacy bled into other areas. She didn’t feel as close to him as she did pre-twins. Her married friends told her that was the nature of marriage, especially after parenthood. Sex was shoved to the bottom of the priority list.

  And yet, Carrie found herself fantasizing about getting thoroughly ravished by two men.

  Last month, she had sat at her kitchen table with her sister. They drank iced tea and chatted. Carrie told her older sis about her fantasy. Shelley had teased her about such naughty thoughts and Carrie had dropped the subject. It wasn’t something she could talk to Greg about. He would never share her with another man. And it wasn’t like she wanted two husbands or even a husband and a boyfriend. She loved Greg and their lives together.

  She just wanted her sex life back, damn it.

  Somewhere along the way she realized that denying her sexual desires, no matter how strange they might appear to others, was wrong. She needed to tell Greg her fantasies— even if they couldn’t really have a second man in their bed.

  “Baby? Are you okay?” Greg knocked on the bathroom door and jolted her out of her thoughts.

  Carrie straightened. “Be out in a sec.”

  When she re-entered the bedroom, she found Greg sprawled naked on the bed. His gaze caressed her body in a way that had heat pulsing through her.

  She crawled onto the bed and into his arms. For a long moment, Greg just stared at her.

  “You’re gorgeous.” His lips captured hers. She melted into his arms and deepened their contact. Yum. He tasted like those peppermint Tic Tacs he loved to chew on all the time.

  Desire and need streaked through her, pooling wet and hot between her thighs. Reaching between them, she stroked his cock.

  Greg hands tangled in her hair as he deepened the kiss, thrusting his tongue inside to mate with hers.

  His lips moved down her throat, his tongue flicking the dimple at its base. Carrie moaned as he nuzzled the skin between her breasts, raining kisses over the flesh exposed by her push-up bra.

  He reached around and unhooked the bra. After tossing it to the floor, he cupped her breasts in his hands and squeezed. Oh, he felt so good. And for once she didn’t have to worry about the twins interrupting their lovemaking.

  His mouth closed over one turgid nipple. Sensations rippled through her. He suckled her other nipple, giving it the same torturous attention.

  “Greg,” she sighed, her hands threading through his silky hair. “That feels so good, honey.”

  His hand coasted down her stomach and slid into her panties.

  “What the—” His desire-glazed eyes found hers. She smiled as his fingers stroked her bare flesh. “Mmm. I want to see you.”

  He crawled between her legs and dragged her underwear off. He stared at her naked pussy. “That is a beautiful sight.”

  “You like?”

  “I love.” He settled down and pressed his mouth against her vulva. “You’ve never done anything like this before.”

  “I’m trying new things.”

  “Thank God.” He kissed her again. His tongue wiggled down her slit.

  Her pussy was already hot and wet and ready. He licked the evidence of her desire off her inner thighs then dove inside her entrance.

  Carrie gasped as pleasure ricocheted through her. Greg’s tongue darted in and out of her, the strokes rough and fast.

  Her hips pumped to match his rhythm. Her hands fisted in the bedspread as she felt bliss coil tight and hot. Then his mouth moved to her clit and closed over it, sucking hard. Just as an orgasm threatened to overwhelm her, he stopped.

  “Greg!”

  He chuckled.

  An ache settled between her thighs. Her pussy pulsed in need, in want.

  Greg once again suckled her clit. Then he inserted two fingers into her pussy. The thrust of his fingers matched the thrusts of his tongue.

  The orgasm built, higher and higher. Just as she would’ve tipped over the edge, Greg stopped again.

  “I swear to God I’m going to kill you,” she muttered.

  He kissed each of her hips and licked her belly. His lips found every inch of skin between her pussy and her breasts. He felt so good. She’d missed being with him like this. How wonderful to feel him touch her, kiss her. Love threaded through her desire.

  He moved on top of her, parted her thighs, and entered her in one swift stroke. Carrie gasped. God, that felt fantastic! She wrapped her legs around his waist and surged forward, meeting his every thrust.

  With one hand, he captured her wrists and raised her arms above her head. His cock filled her, his motions slow, steady, and tender.

  Waves of pleasure crested through her. Oh, yes!

  He released her wrists, looped his arms under her shoulders, and pounded into her. He groaned—the sound caught against her flesh. He was as lost as she in the moment. She bucked against him, her clit throbbing.

  “Carrie,” he panted. “Oh, honey, you feel so good.”

  The denied orgasm quivered for an endless moment … then burst. She was carried away by the intensity of it. She clutched Greg as she rode the wave.

  It took her a little while to realize that Greg had stopped moving. She blinked up at him. “You didn’t come.”

  “We’re trying new things, remember?”

  “Your new thing is not to come?” she asked doubtfully.

  He grinned. “I want to …” He hesitated. Then he said, “I want to fuck your breasts.”

  Chapter 2

  CARRIE’S PULSE JUMPED. Who was this man? And what had he done with her husband? They’d never tried breast fucking before.

  “Do you want to try it?”

  She looked at him, her lips hitching into a naughty grin, and she squeezed her breasts together. So far, their tenth anniversary celebration was turning out better than she ever dreamed.

  He unsheathed his cock from cunt then scooted forward until his knees were even with her arms. He slid his cock into the tight space created by her pushed-together breasts. He braced his hands against the wall.

  The intimacy of having his cock so close to her face was a little unnerving. His penis was so wet from her come that it was lubricating enough to slid against her skin. He started moving slow, but soon increased his pace, groaning and panting. Wow. He liked it.

  “Carrie,” he managed through clenched teeth. “Let me come in your mouth.”

  She wasn’t opposed to swallowing his semen, but it wasn’t something she often did, either. She was excited about making him go over the e
dge, about doing wicked things with the man she loved.

  He stopped thrusting and pushed the tip of his cock against her lips. Pre-come pearled there and she licked the salty drop.

  “Take me, Carrie.”

  She opened her mouth, and allowed him to slide between her lips. She cupped his balls with one hand and curled the other around the base of his cock. She suckled his head while her hands stroked the hard flesh of his penis and the round softness of his balls.

  “Yes!” he cried.

  He pushed his cock further into her mouth and she clamped her lips around it. He jerked once, twice—hot come spewed into her mouth. She swallowed it with surprising ease, drinking from him until his cock stopped trembling.

  Greg eased away from her mouth and flopped onto the bed.

  “Wow,” he said.

  “Yeah,” said Carrie. “Wow.”

  THEY DOZED TOGETHER. Carrie was the first to stir awake. She kissed Greg’s jaw, dragging her lips down his neck then back up again. Her fingers curled around his cock and stroked.

  Her computer nerd sure was built. Brown hair lightly furred his pectorals and stomach. Because he spent hours sitting at a desk working on computers, he countered the lack of movement by running three or four miles every night.

  With lips and tongue, Carrie worked her way to his pectorals, detouring to one coin-sized areola and its tiny, hard peak. She tugged it between her teeth, flicking the tip.

  His eyes fluttered open.

  She moved further down his chest, exploring the muscled ridges of his stomach with hands and mouth.

  Slipping between his legs, she grasped his shaft and caressed it. His cock hardened under her ministrations. Cupping his balls, she licked and sucked his mushroomed head.

  “Carrie!” His thighs tensed.

  Her heart revved into overdrive as lust thickened. The musky scent of his sex excited her. She went down on him all the way, sucking his manhood as she fondled his sac.

  Then she released his cock and sat up.

  He looked at her, his expression pained.

  She scooted up, pressing her knees on either side of his hips and guided his swollen member into her pussy.

  Greg cupped her breasts, gently twisting her nipples.

  Pleasure roared through her.

  “Yeah, honey. Hmm. I love that, Greg.”

  Sensations raced from her breasts to her pussy. Greg continued to play with her breasts as she moved back and forth, working his cock in and out of her pussy.

  Carrie pressed her palms against his chest, and for a moment, she thought about what it would be like to have another man behind her, his cock plunging into her ass while Greg fucked her pussy.

  The very idea of having two men seated fully inside her sent the first tingles of an orgasm rippling through her.

  Greg released her breasts and grabbed her hips. He pounded into her. His eyes were glazed, his face tight as thrust toward his own completion.

  He’s fucking me, too. You’re watching him and me and it such a turn-on. For all of us.

  Her bliss erupted and her cunt convulsed so hard, his cock slipped out. She rubbed her pussy over and over on his shaft. All the while she thought about the mystery man who would plow her rear and she felt the rise of another orgasm. God! Yes!

  “I’m coming!” His groan intertwined with her low cries, and then he was ejaculating, his come spurting onto his stomach. She went over the edge again, her whole body aflame as she rode a second wave into bliss.

  When she opened her eyes, she found Greg studying her face.

  “Why do you close your eyes?” he asked. “What do you think about?”

  “I think about the way you make me feel.” Guilt stabbed her because she knew that wasn’t the right answer. Greg was very intuitive. He knew something was up. But he was also patient. He would wait for her to reveal her secrets.

  She rolled off onto the bed and took his hand in hers. “I love you.”

  “I love you, too.” He looked at the digital clock on the nightstand. “We better take showers and get going. Dinner’s in an hour.”

  IN THE BATHROOM, Carrie finished layering on her mascara. After putting on her red lipstick, she considered herself critically in the mirror.

  Her blonde hair was worn in a page-cut that highlighted her angular face. She had decent cheekbones and cornflower blue eyes, but she’d always felt her lips were too thin and her forehead a touch too wide. Her bangs dealt with that imperfection.

  She considered the rest of the package. A few inches over five feet, she had decent legs and a nice rack, if she did say so herself. Her red dress was strapless and stopped mid-thigh. She didn’t need a bra with it since the top had built-in support.

  Her high heels had straps that tied around the ankles. They gave her three more inches, too.

  The only jewelry she wore were the diamond stud earrings Greg had given her for Christmas and her princess-cut diamond wedding ring.

  “You look beautiful.”

  Smiling, Claire turned to her husband, who lounged against the doorway. Greg had once described himself as unremarkable, but she found him adorable. The facial features he called average, she thought of as handsome. The brown eyes he called dishwater dull, sparkled like amber to her. His dark hair was naturally curly, so he kept it short, but not too short. She loved running her fingers through it.

  He’d opted for contacts, but she thought his glasses made him look really cute. She loved her gorgeous nerd. He wore a nice white dress shirt tucked into a pair of black dress pants. His shoes were also black and shiny. His jacket was draped over his arm.

  “Are you ready, honey?”

  “Yes,” she said. “Let’s go.”

  “I THOUGHT WE were going to dinner,” said Carrie. They’d taken the elevator to the top floor. She thought there would be some kind of expensive restaurant, but instead, the doors opened into a very luxurious penthouse suite.

  They stood in the marble foyer. Greg held her hand tightly and made no move to venture further into the space. Was it just her or did he seem nervous?

  “Good evening, Mr. and Mrs. Tremont.”

  Carrie turned to greet the clone of Brad Pitt. She stared at him, dumbfounded. He was gorgeous—the kind of gorgeous that belonged on a movie screen. He wore his blond hair short and spiked. His eyes were a brilliant green. But he had the square jaw, the chiseled good looks of GQ models and soap opera stars. He was dressed in a tuxedo that fit his broad shoulders very well.

  He shook hands with Greg. Then he reached out and took Carrie’s hand, which he kissed. “I’m Marc.”

  “And you’re a waiter?” asked Carrie, confused.

  He flashed a devastating grin. “No, Mrs. Tremont. I’m your anniversary present.”

  Chapter Three

  CARRIE LOOKED AT her husband. “You’re giving me a waiter?”

  Greg smiled, but his eyes seemed filled with doubt. “I’m giving you a threesome.”

  Carrie’s mouth dropped open. She turned a wide gaze to her husband. Her heart skipped a beat.

  “I’ll go check on the champagne,” said Marc. “Join me in the living room when you’re ready.”

  He left them alone, but Carrie barely noticed. Her knees had gone watery. “You’re giving me what?”

  “I overheard your conversation with Shelley. I know our sex life isn’t all that exciting. It’s been stressful for you. You gave up your career to stay home with the boys. My hours are crazy and I have to travel all the time. God, Carrie, I love you so much. I want to give you the world.”

  “I have you and the boys,” she said softly. “That’s what is important to me.”

  “I know.” He looked at her, his brown eyes shining with passion. “Let me make your fantasy come true.”

  “Are you sure?” she asked. Her belly whirled in anticipation. “Because I would never jeopardize what we have together for some sexual exploit. I can live without a threesome, but I can’t live without you.”

  Greg cu
pped her face and looked in her the eyes. “I want this for you, for us.” He kissed her. “Happy anniversary, honey.”

  CARRIE WAS TOO nervous to eat, though there was a sumptuous spread laid out in the dining room. Her hunger was building, but it wasn’t the kind of hunger that would be assuaged by pate and caviar.

  Marc was definitely a roll-with-the-punches kind of guy. He merely pointed her into the bedroom with its four-poster bed and asked her to get undressed.

  Greg stayed in the living room.

  “Lie on the bed and close your eyes,” said Marc.

  “I’ve never done anything like this. Neither has Greg.”

  “He wants to give you pleasure, Carrie. We both do. But first we have to see how compatible we are. Greg knows the procedures. It was all outlined when he bought the package.”

  “Okay.” Carrie took off her clothes and high heels. She still couldn’t believe Greg had hired a man to help him fuck his wife. Love mixed with excitement, with doubt. Would he regret sharing her? Or would this be an once-in-a-lifetime experience that brought them closer together?

  She crawled into the huge bed, settled against the pillows. Giddy with the prospect of what was about to unfold, she lay on her bed naked, and luxuriated in the soft sheets.

  She closed her eyes.

  Marc wasted no time, she’d give him that. After a few moments where she heard the whispers of discarded clothing, she felt the bed dip under his weight.

  He straddled her and her eyes flew open. Her heart pounded erratically. He was Adonis personified—muscled, tanned, hairless. Did he wax? Focus, Carrie. Holy God! His cock was huge and the damned thing wasn’t even hard yet.

  It all felt so surreal.

  “Close your eyes, Carrie.”

  Her eyes fluttered closed again.

  His hands stroked her breasts, cupping and molding. Her nipples puckered, aching to be touched, to be kissed. He circled on finger around her areola, teasing her nipples with the brush of his fingertips.

  “I want to taste you,” he whispered. “Is that okay?”