by Lexi Archer
“I’m just a man,” I said. “There are women I’m attracted to, sure, but I’m not going to act on it.”
“But you want me to act on the attraction I have for other men,” she said, her voice going down to a whisper so we wouldn’t be overheard by anyone around us. “Men like Craig?”
My cock twitched as it always did when she started talking about this fantasy in such frank terms. It was so fucking hot hearing her talking about fucking any other guy, but there was something about hearing her talking about fucking my best man who’d be standing with us on our wedding day that made it all the hotter.
“Like I’ve said a thousand times before. This has always been about you having some fun and not about me getting to step out,” I said.
“Yeah, well you’re gonna have to be honest with me about that girl in the yoga pants if you want my answer,” she said, taking a sip from her soda.
I rolled my eyes. “You’re not playing fair. You know that, right?”
“Maybe I’m not,” she said. “Doesn’t change the fact that you need to give me what I want before I even think about giving you what you want.”
Again my cock throbbed thinking about all the things I wanted that she could give me. Once upon a time just feeling her up or getting to fuck her had been at the top of that list, but the latest mountain to cross when it came to our sexual bucket list was getting to watch another guy conquer some of those things I already had.
“Fine, she’s hot enough,” I said.
“Hot enough?” Diana asked, arching an eyebrow.
“Well yeah,” I said. “Her ass looks nice in those pants. She’s got that hot college chick thing going for her.”
“Her boyfriend wasn’t bad either,” Diana said, that twinkle still in her eyes.
I looked the dude over. He seemed to be in pretty good shape himself. Broad shoulders. Clearly took care of himself. He looked like he’d be handsome enough if you were into the dudes, though admittedly I wasn’t all that great in figuring that kind of stuff out.
I didn’t swing that way. For all that this fantasy would involve watching some dude getting it on with my wife, none of the fantasy came from the dude half of that equation if you catch my drift. More power to people who were into that, but it wasn’t my thing.
“So you’re telling me that if you had the chance to dive between those ass cheeks and watch them jiggle as she bounced on your tongue you wouldn’t jump at the chance?” Diana asked.
I blinked at her words. She was being a hell of a lot more forward and crass than I would’ve figured from her, but at the same time I loved it. My cock was so fucking hard listening to her talking like that.
“Are you saying you wouldn’t mind doing something like that?” I asked. “Because I’ll admit the whole girl on girl thing is something that always intrigued me.”
And I was starting to realize that I’d get just as turned on watching my future wife with another woman as I would watching my future wife with another man. It would seem that the only thing that mattered was that I was getting to watch her with someone else.
Her eyes twinkled as she stared at me.
“You’re serious, aren’t you?”
“Would I joke about something like this?” I asked, holding my hands up like I was about to fend off an attack. “The thought of you with a girl like that is fucking hot. Hell, the thought of you getting with both of them is fucking hot.”
“So what, you want to go over there and ask them if they’re interested in a threesome?” she asked. “You’re telling me if I went off with the two of them and we all fucked and sucked each other’s brains out and you were left here to think about it you’d be totally okay with it? That’s how intense this fantasy is for you?”
“Maybe,” I said. “Then again maybe not. I guess we’d have to go try it out and see what happened.”
Honestly I wasn’t sure how I’d feel about something like that. All I knew was hearing her talking about getting with someone else like this ha my cock throbbing in my pants. It was all I could do to keep from throwing her down on the floor in the middle of the mall and taking her right here.
I figured mall security might not appreciate it all that much if I pulled something like that, as intriguing as the idea was.
“This is crazy,” she said.
“It is,” I said. “And I think we need to get back to the apartment sooner rather than later, if you catch my meaning.”
She started at me for a moment before she finally seemed to get what I was getting at. Her face split into a huge grin as she wolfed down the rest of her food. It would seem that looking at that hot college couple walking through the food court had been enough to get her juices flowing too.
We didn’t say much as we made our way back to the apartment, though when we got in she practically shoved me against the wall.
“I shouldn’t be doing this,” she said. “My boyfriend wouldn’t like it.”
I blinked. I wasn’t sure what game she was playing at.
9
Fantasizing
“What are you…”
“You were just so hot. I’ve always been into older guys, and I saw the way you were staring at my ass.”
I blinked a few more times as my mind tried desperately to catch up with what the fuck was going on here. It was pretty obvious what she was doing, but it was weird having the whole fantasy scenario turned around on me like this.
“So what do you think?” she said. “Want to fuck a college girl while you have the chance?”
“Yeah, I’ll fuck you, you married fucking slut,” I said, pulling her against me and moving my hands down to her ass. “God I couldn’t wait to get away from my girlfriend. I need a real fucking woman.”
Now it was Diana’s turn to blink in surprise a couple of times before she realized what I was getting at. It was a little odd having two separate fantasies going at the same time, but at the same time the way she molded against me made it clear she didn’t have a problem with the fun we were having here.
“Fuck me,” she said. “I’ve only been with boys before. I need a real man!”
I didn’t bother to kiss her or anything like that. I figured this wasn’t the time for subtlety. No, this was the time to fuck, and I was so fucking hard.
I knew she’d been thinking about fucking that guy. Hell, she’d probably been thinking about fucking that girl too. The thought that my girl was thinking about fucking anyone was doing a hell of a lot for me!
I bent her over the couch and pulled her shorts down. It wasn’t all that difficult. Though as I pulled them down I did find myself wondering what it would feel like to be pulling down a pair of yoga pants instead. That girl had been fucking hot. I might’ve tried to act like it wasn’t that big a deal to stare at her, but there was no denying how attractive that girl was.
Though my wife was just as hot. Hotter, even. And I’m not even saying that because her tits were the pair of tits that I was allowed to play with and her pussy was the one I was allowed to fuck. She seriously was way hotter than that girl, for all that the couple we’d seen had been so fucking hot.
I pulled my own pants down just far enough to release my cock. Then I pressed inside her, and the entire time I was thinking about how hot it would be if she’d gone into a bathroom or something at the mall and let that guy bend her over in a stall because their lust got the best of them.
Sure the fantasy of fucking in a bathroom and the reality of fucking in a bathroom were probably pretty fucking far frome ach other, but this was a fantasy world we were talking about so I figured I’d have a little fun with this.
“Oh fuck you’re so fucking tight,” I groaned. “Is your man not big enough for you?”
“Fuck you’re so big,” she shot right back at me. “I’ve never been fucked by a real man like this!”
I slammed into her once. Twice. Three times, and she was arching her back and screaming loud enough that I was worried the neighbors might hear her. One of th
e downsides of living in an apartment building.
I didn’t care, either. I grabbed her hair and pulled back on it as she screamed and her pussy grasped at my cock while she came on it. I pulled out and slammed into her one final time, and the overwhelming thoughts of her wanting to fuck another guy mixed with the incredible feelings that were Diana’s body pressing against me and I was blowing my load deep inside her.
“Fuck I’m coming inside you, you slut,” I said. “What would your man think about that?”
“He’s not good enough for me,” Diana said, seemingly forgetting herself and going along with my fantasy for the moment. “Fuck me so good baby. So fucking good.”
Her forgetting herself and coming over to my side of the fantasy had me on the verge of passing out. I didn’t realize that fucking my future wife could feel so fucking good, but if she was willing to go along with this fantasy then it seemed like it was almost too much for me.
Finally it was over. I pulled out of her and looked down. I always liked to look between her legs and watch the come leaking out of her. I always like to imagine that it was another man’s come that was leaking out of her, though in this case considering the fantasy we’d been enjoying with each other it didn’t take a huge stretch of the imagination to imagine that it was another man’s cock that’d stretched her to the point of breaking and filled her pussy.
Diana stopped and turned around. Stared up at me with the hint of a smile playing across her face.
“You were a naughty boy there,” she said.
“What are you talking about?” I asked.
I mean sure there were plenty of naughty things that we’d just done together, but I wasn’t sure exactly which naughty thing she was referring to.
“I was trying to get you to have a naughty fantasy about that sexy college girl, and instead you had to turn it around on me and then make me lose all my senses,” she said.
“Well that’s the hope,” I said. “It’s like I’ve said before. This is more about you getting to have fun with someone else and me getting to enjoy you enjoying yourself than it is about me getting to have fun with someone else.”
She waved her finger again. “You’re being naughty. That’s all I’m going to say about it.”
I grinned. “If you say so.”
She turned and shimmied out of her shorts so she was standing there with no bottom on and a T-shirt up above. Though that T-shirt didn’t last long as she peeled it off, then pulled off her bra causing her tits to bounce in front of me. Her nipples pointed up at me, and my cock was getting hard all over again, for all that we’d just fucked.
“So what do you think naughty boy?” she asked. “Want to join me in the bedroom and we’ll see how much more naughty you can get?”
“You don’t have to tell me twice!” I said as I struggled to get out of my own clothes while also hopping back towards the bedroom.
10
Out With the Guys
“Oh come on man,” Adam said. “You can’t tell me you’re not going to have any strippers at your bachelor party. That’s like a rite of passage or something!”
I took a pull from my beer. I needed some alcohol in my system while I was dealing with Adam and all his attempts to live vicariously through my impending marriage. Then I took a few more drinks, because that was the kind of question that deserved a lot of alcohol.
“Come on man,” Craig said. “We’ve told you there aren’t going to be any strippers at the bachelor party, and you know the word is final.”
“But does the word have to be final?” Adam asked, a hint of whining coming to his voice. “I mean come on. Strippers are like what you’re supposed to have at a bachelor party! You’re ignoring a rite of passage if you don’t have them there!”
“And we’re still not going to have them,” I said. “You can go on all you want about how you need a night away from the wife and kids, but if you want to see strippers then you’re going to have to go to one of the strip joints on your own because it’s not happening at my party.”
“Pussy,” Adam said, though there wasn’t much heat to the words. “Already whipped and you aren’t even married yet. You’ll find out though.”
He pointed his beer at me before trying to take a drink and realizing that his bottle was empty. He was certainly acting like someone who’d already had a bit too much to drink, that was for damn sure.
“Whatever,” he said. “I’m going to get another drink. You guys stay here planning your pussy bachelor party. Are we going to play video games all night or something?”
He stood before we could answer that question, and then he was off. From the line up at the bar it looked like it’d be a little while before he got his drink. He’d insisted on coming to a place that catered to the college crowd, no doubt so he could get a look at some of the eye candy that regularly came out here, and the downside of that was older dudes like us usually took a little longer to get served.
Which had never made sense to me considering we were more likely to have cash, but whatever. It’s not like I’d ever thought about it too much.
“Man, seeing the way he goes on about married life makes me wonder if it was a good idea for him to ever get married in the first place,” Craig said, taking a pull from his own drink.
“I mean it seems like he’s happy and he loves his kids,” I said. “Can’t ask for more than that.”
“Yeah, but the way he’s always trying to find ways to get around his marriage has me wondering if he’s truly happy. Like if that’s what married life is like then it makes you wonder if life is really worth it,” he said.
“I guess,” I said. “I think it all depends on what you make of it. Every marriage is going to be different, y’know?”
“I guess so,” he muttered. “What about you? You given any thought to the idea that Diana might be the last woman you’re ever with if things work out?”
I nearly coughed on the drink I’d been taking. That was surprisingly close to some of the stuff that Diana and I had been fantasizing about lately, but it’s not like I could tell him that I wasn’t all that worried about that sort of thing because my future wife and I had been fantasizing about what it would be like to open up our relationship and fuck other people.
Especially when the primary subject of her fantasies was Craig himself. I was rock hard thinking about her wanting my friend, but that didn’t seem like the kind of thing that I could go admitting to him. Not without causing some serious trouble.
We hadn’t had nearly enough to drink yet to have that kind of conversation.
Though I found myself wondering if we were going to have enough to drink to have that kind of conversation by the time the evening was over. Because the more I thought about him getting with Diana, the more I just wanted to blurt it out and tell him what was going on.
It was at about that moment that I felt the familiar buzzing in my pocket that meant someone was trying to get my attention. I glanced down.
“Message from the old ball and chain?” Craig asked.
“Probably,” I said. “Don’t tell me you’re going to be as bad as Adam was.”
“Oh I don’t know about all that,” he said. “Honestly I wouldn’t mind having a ball and chain who looked like Diana. She could chain me down any time she wanted.”
He had no idea what the hell he was doing to me talking like that. My cock was throbbing, and I worried that I was about to have my first ever no hands orgasm and it was going to be from my best friend talking about all the things he’d like to do to my future wife which seemed like one hell of a fucked up situation.
“I’m not sure Constance would like it all that much if she heard you talking like that,” I said.
“Connie?” he said with a laugh. “You’d be surprised man. You’d be very surprised.”
There was something about the way he was talking that had me wondering if there was something he wasn’t telling me. I didn’t think we had any secrets from each other, but then again
at the same time I’d never told him about how turned on I got thinking about my future wife fucking him, so who’s to say what there was out there that he wasn’t telling me?
11
Commands
I took another sip of my drink. Then that turned into taking a couple of deep swallows from the thing. I shouldn’t be thinking this sort of thing with my friend, for all that he’d been one of the principle players in the fantasy scenarios me and Diana had been coming up with.
“Something up with you tonight man?” he asked.
My phone buzzed again, and thankfully that gave me the excuse I needed to get the fuck out of this conversation before it went somewhere that would’ve made things really fucking awkward.
“If you’ll excuse me for a moment,” I said. “The old ball and chain you wouldn’t mind chaining you down is texting me again.”
“Far be it for me to stop the two of you from your flirtation,” he said. “Might as well enjoy it before you become an old married couple like Adam and his wife, right?”
“Right,” I said.
I glanced down at my phone. Sure enough it was a message from Diana asking me if I was having a good time.
“Sure am,” I sent back to her. “Why do you ask?”
I couldn’t shake the feeling that the reason she was asking about what I was up to was because she knew I was out here with Craig. If she knew I was out here with Craig then she had to know that our fantasies weren’t very far from my mind.
“Oh I think you know why,” she said. “This is what it’s doing to me thinking of you sitting next to that sexy motherfucker.”
The next message was a picture. I quickly turned the phone so the rest of the bar wouldn’t be able to see it, but there was a moment when Craig had been glancing at my screen.
The picture was of Diana. She was in shorts and a tanktop that formed to her body in all the right places and didn’t leave much to the imagination. And her hand was down the pants of those shorts as her other hand was pulling her tanktop down so I could see her tits.
