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PART ONE
Polly stood in front of the full-length bedroom mirror and was pleased with her figure. She was naked as she examined her face; the long, thick, light brown hair, the piercing eyes, straight nose and pouting lips. Occasionally, friends would remark how similar she was to a younger Jennifer Aniston. Polly saw the likeness and at age 40 she was happy.
The man behind her was fully clothed. Her husband was the same age, confident, successful and liked bedroom games. Polly would do anything to satisfy Marc and if he wanted to play a fantasy game then she was up for it.
He put his arms around her waist and kissed her neck before he whispered, ”You’re very sexy.” He took her right hand and gently placed it over her thin strip of pubic hair. In so doing, Marc curled his fingers in hers, enmeshed so that four fingers became eight, each one caressed her vulva lips, her clit and her pussy. After 20 long seconds, he murmured, ”Close your eyes, darling.”
With her eyes closed, Polly’s sense of feeling became more acute. His touch, his clothes in contact with her back, his smell, all seemed to grow more intense with her eyes shut. Polly said, ”I know you’re watching the mirror, watching me.”
”I like to see you play with yourself.” He pressed himself from behind to hold her firm. His fingers directed her fingers between her vulva to find her pussy.
”You’re a naughty boy.” She angled her head back to rest on his shoulder. His left hand cupped her neck.
”Spread your legs,” said Marc.
She felt her finger penetrate her pussy, pushed in by his finger. Then both fingers were inside her. ”I’m wet already,” she murmured.
His deep voice spoke into her ear, ”You like being watched, don’t you?”
”Yes,” whispered Polly. Her body had gone into goosebumps. ”And my husband likes playing the voyeur.”
For two minutes nothing was said as Polly kept her eyes closed, kept her legs apart and melted into his embrace from behind. Without his support, she would have collapsed. The only sounds in their bedroom were her soft moans. His left hand had caressed down her body to her breasts. At first, he circled her nipples. Her gasp came as Marc suddenly squeezed her left nipple before he transferred to her right.
”Your nipples stand out, thicker than normal, a deeper colour.” He pulled them out towards the mirror. For five minutes, he played with them, caressing, squeezing until Polly felt her desires roll down to her groin.
Polly shuddered. ”I want a quickie. Help me,” she whispered. ”Fuck me with your fingers.” Her hand snaked under his to place her fingers on either side of her clit. ”I’m close, Marc.” Their hands speeded up, his fingers inside her pussy as he fucked her while she rolled and slid her fingers over her engorged clit. Polly came with a shriek, then a long moan as her orgasm gripped her body.
She opened her eyes, blinked and was grateful when Marc lifted her in his arms and took her to the bed.
He casually took off his clothes, leaving his underpants until last. He had dark eyes that sparkled, dark hair and crease lines on either side of his eyes. He played tennis so his arms and legs were tanned. It was obvious that Marc had a sizable erection. She recognised a wicked look in her husband’s eyes and said, ”Come here and tell me what you’re thinking?”
They often fantasised during their lovemaking and Polly knew from the look on Marc’s face that he was about to make a suggestion. It was harmless fun where he would tell her of a scenario, an imaginary situation in which they would both play a part.
”I’m in a mood to fantasise,” said Marc. ”Are you okay with that?” He came to lie down next to Polly.
”Of course, darling. Let’s make it exciting!”
”Let’s imagine another person is arriving unexpectedly. There’s a knock on the front door. Shall we wait for that person to go away or invite him or her upstairs?”
”Oh,” said Polly. ”I suppose it depends who is at the door?”
”If it’s a woman our age, good looking, would we invite her in?”
”For a drink only but not into our bedroom.”
Marc was curious. ”Why?”
”Because I don’t want another woman getting hold of your balls.” Polly chuckled but in reality, she didn’t want to imagine another woman in the bedroom. In Polly’s view, the prospect of her husband becoming aroused at any other woman would not be erotic.
He laughed. ”Fair enough. Let’s assume instead it’s a man at the front door, A friend who we like. If I said I want to invite him into our bedroom to sit in that chair over there, what would you say?”
”This is a fantasy of yours which we sometimes play. Being watched by a person, a voyeur turns you on and it can be nice for me as well. You’re good at describing what the person is thinking. We submerge into another world.”
”Yes, but,” said Marc, ”suppose it were a real person? A man we know, he’s nice and you like him socially.”
”It would be weird to ask a real güvenilir bahis person, a friend to sit and watch us!” She wondered if Marc would be content to imagine a person watching them without getting more involved. ”Is this a naughty fantasy of yours?”
”Might be!”
Polly thought for a moment and said, ”What is your deepest, darkest secret? What have you not told me before? Tell me what you want and what really turns you on?”
”A threesome. Since you won’t have a female here, it will have to be another man who joins us.”
”Is he going to watch us make love to start with and then join in?”
”Yes.” Marc smiled and repeated, ”Yes.”
”So he’s a voyeur, to begin with, and then gets into bed with us? I hope he’s handsome?” It appeared to Polly that her husband might actually want a real threesome. She needed to test Marc about a troubling thought and said, ”But if he and I have sex, won’t you be angry?”
”No, I won’t be angry. It turns me on.”
She raised her eyebrows. ”To watch me with another man turns you on?”
”I’m not sitting on a chair to watch you have sex with another man. It’s sex between three people.”
”The point I’m making,” said Polly, ”is that I may like it, sex with someone else. I may like it more than sex with you!”
”You deserve to have pleasure from making love and I think the pleasure would be greater if two men have you.”
”At the same time?”
”Yes.”
”Suppose I want this man to myself during our threesome?”
Marc thought and replied, ”It’s shared pleasure and experience. If you wanted just him and not me, I would be okay providing it’s for a short time, and I stay in the same room.”
”So you would sit on the chair over there and watch?” Polly gave a cheeky smile. ”A threesome could be where two guys take turns, one at a time while the other rests?”
”I think it’s usual for it to be three together having sex with each other.” Marc still had an erection under his underpants but a damp patch had appeared.
”So, we have sex altogether,” said Polly, ”but does that mean you and the other man have sex as well?”
”Not usually. Mind you, the other guy may want to try it out. He may be bi-curious.”
”And how would you feel with having sex with a guy? Would you suck him? Would you have anal sex?”
”I prefer not to play with another man.”
”Suppose I wanted to watch two guys?”
”I might do it if two guys were something you find erotic. It’s more likely, darling, that you’ll be satisfied enough with two men making love to you at the same time.”
”This is my husband’s big secret?” Polly rolled nearer to Marc and used her fingers to slide under his underpants. The tip of his cock was wet. She said, ”Do you imagine another man here now? Here in our bed next to me?”
”I’ve been thinking that.”
”You usually say the fantasy out loud, you know, telling me what the person in the chair is thinking and I like that, Marc. But you have kept your lovely mouth shut!”
”Yes, I’m thinking he’s in our bed, he’s doing things to you but I’m shy to say it out loud or describe it.”
”Why? I’m not going to be angry. It’s fantasy.” She wondered how far the fantasy was going to go and how descriptive Marc would be. ”Does this guy have a name?” she asked while Polly pulled Marc’s underpants off him.
”Simon. He’s a good-looking guy, but he’s holding back because he doesn’t want to upset you. That’s why he’s still got his clothes on and sitting on the edge of the bed.”
”Tell Simon to undress.”
”He wants Polly to tell him.”
Polly stroked Marc’s cock while he caressed her nipples. She lowered her voice to sound sexier. ”Okay, Simon. While my husband is having sex with me I want to watch you undress.”
Marc moved his body, kissed Polly on the lips and kneeled with his legs on either side of her thighs. She liked the way he straddled her, his balls in contact with her pubic bone, his hands locked with her hands which Marc held down either side of her head in a surrender position. Polly felt delightfully trapped.
Marc said, ”Simon is taking his T-shirt off.” He paused to kiss her forehead. ”Do you like his torso, his abs?”
She closed her eyes. ”His skin is so smooth, a slight wisp of hair on his chest and muscles not too large but just enough to protect me.”
”He’s standing next to you. Do you want him to take down his chinos?”
By letting her imagination run wild, Polly was able to picture a man and concentrate on his kind face and his eyes before she murmured, ”He’s unzipped and dropped his trousers. Hmm. Nice.”
He kissed Polly’s ears and chin and neck. ”He naked,” said Marc, ”except for his underpants. What do you see, Polly?”
In her mind, Polly built this image of a handsome man. ”I see Simon has an erection under his black pants.”
Marc took her hand and stretches it out towards the side of the bed. ”He wants my wife to edge güvenilir bahis siteleri her fingers under his pants and feel him. He doesn’t want to show you his erection yet.” Marc kissed Polly’s underarm.
With her hand outstretched, she freely moved her fingers as she played the part of touching Simon. Her head moved in Simon’s direction which improved her acting and helped her to visualise the other man’s cock. ”I’m feeling his balls. They are hairy and quite big. Does that mean he’s storing up a lot of cum?”
”Yes. Simon is so wound up he wants to explode!” Marc gave a light laugh. ”What else does Polly feel under his pants?”
”My fingers are going up his length. Oh, Marc, he’s big.” Polly felt her husband shift his torso as he kissed her stomach. She moaned as Marc moved his kisses further down her body, to her belly button, to the beginning of her groin. The image of Simon remained strong in her mind as she kept her eyes closed and she repeated, ”He’s big.”
”Bigger than me?”
”I think so. Does that concern you?”
”No. You deserve to experience a man bigger than me.”
The licking from Marc between her legs forced a groan from Polly. ”Oh yes, he’s big, long and the head of his cock is fat and wet.”
Marc said nothing for a minute while he licked Polly’s pussy. Then he softly said, ”Simon has asked if he can kiss you while you orgasm. Would you like that?”
Polly felt her body was on the verge of orgasm as Marc held back waiting for a reply. ”Make me come, Marc.”
”I will but first, tell me how Simon is kissing you?”
”He’s kissing my cheek and lips. His lips are soft and lovely. And now Simon is nibbling my ear, pulling it with his teeth.” Polly felt her voice had become desperate but she couldn’t change the need to climax. ”He’s now kissing my neck and chin.”
”Have you French-kissed?” Marc asked as he slowed the caresses he was giving to Polly’s pussy.
”Oh yeah. Simon is so good and we are using our tongues on each other. Do you mind if I French kiss him?”
”I want you to enjoy Simon. Hold his cock, Polly. Is he hard?” She felt Marc push two fingers into her pussy.
”Yes, he’s rock hard and I love how it feels in my hand.” She felt her hand gripping and squeezing an imaginary penis.
”Masturbate Simon as I make you come.” Marc finger-fucked her.
”Yes, I want it so bad. And,” she raised her voice, ”he’s asked me to wank him. I’m doing it to him now, oh yes.” Polly’s climax enveloped her body, strong and long as she yelled for Marc not to stop.
Marc’s calm voice whispered, ”Simon wants you.”
”Yes.” Her cry seemed loud. ”He’s hugging me and I want him to fuck me. Oh, I just keep coming.” She moaned as the after-shocks twisted her stomach muscles as, gradually, her body relaxed from exhaustion. She opened her eyes.
Marc stretched alongside her. ”That was a big one,” he said.
”You mean Simon’s cock!” She shrieked with laughter. Marc hugged her.
”I meant that was a big climax for my wife, a big one.”
”Aren’t I a lucky girl? Now let me work on you.” She rolled Marc onto his front and put some cream on his back to massage. ”You’re a naughty boy with all those wicked thoughts you put in my head. AND making me come at the same time.” Polly slapped Marc’s bottom. ”I’ve never fantasised like that before.”
He stretched his arms out and said, ”We’ve played games before.”
”Yup but your fantasies have been about someone watching from the bedroom door or through the window or sitting in the chair. Today was nothing like our previous games.” She massaged around Marc’s shoulders and neck. ”Even though we were play-acting with a guy called Simon, I was really in the moment. In my head, I was letting Simon kiss me. I sort of fell into this make-believe world as if Simon was truly with us, a talking moving figure.”
”I like being naughty and making you think there is a guy here.”
She smiled. ”I have a wicked husband who made me play with another man’s cock.” Polly paused while she pushed her fingers through his dark hair. ”I hope you don’t think I might actually do that?”
”Fantasies add to the fun. And there’s more to come. I want Simon next to me when I make love to you.”
”Oh, dear!” She chuckled and wondered if her husband might have hidden leanings towards bisexual experiments.
Marc turned onto his back and Polly straddled him. ”I want to blindfold my wife,” he said while he looked up at her. ”And can you get your dildo as well?”
She felt an air of excitement and brought over the vibrator and eyeshades, arranged herself to kneel on either side of his hips and secured the blindfold over herself. With her eyes covered, Polly leaned forward and kissed Marc. The caressing became more passionate. In her darkness, Polly’s sense of excitement grew as she felt her vibrator on her back. She kissed Marc’s neck while he stroked her back with the nine-inch toy which then moved iddaa siteleri down her back to her bum.
”Did you know,” said Marc, ”that Simon is still naked and is on the bed with us?”
”Oh,” giggled Polly as she straddled her husband. It seemed easier with the blindfold on for her to imagine what Simon might look like, his caring smile, his kind eyes and lovely abs.
”He’s using his cock to stroke your back. Can you feel him?”
Polly’s sense of touch had heightened with her eyes in total darkness. Her breathing hitched as she said, ”Yes, I can feel Simon. Do you mind if another man rubs his cock against me?”
”If it gives you pleasure I’m happy.”
”I like the feel of him, Marc. Suppose I want him to go further?”
”Simon always asks if he can go further with you. It’s up to you then.” Marc continued to roll and slide the vibrator around his wife’s back while Polly kissed her husband’s lips, his neck and his chest until Marc whispered, ”Simon wants you to lick him. You can tell me how big he is.”
Marc had used his hand to grip her hair and slowly turned her blindfolded head to the side. The toy stroked her neck and ear before it came around to her cheek. It was obvious what Marc wanted, to open her mouth. It felt crazy to Polly that she also wanted it, to accept the vibrator between her lips, an experience she’d not done with any dildo.
Polly accepted the cock, Simon’s cock, into her mouth, licked it and moaned as Marc worked the toy back and forth. ”Our friend is moaning too,” said Marc.
Her nipples had gone hard and Marc tweaked them with his spare hand. With her mouth full, she managed to say, ”Simon is big. Not sure if he’ll fit into my pussy.”
”Simon has said he wants to try you for size but I’ve told him he’s not allowed to fuck you. At least not till you tell him to.”
The wet toy trailed across her ear to her shoulder and made its way down her back. It made Polly shiver as she remained straddled over her husband and she leaned down to kiss Marc’s lips. The toy did a slow-motion along her bum crack which caused Polly to spread her legs more and angle her hips upwards. She murmured into her husband’s lips, ”Is Simon going to push his cock into me?”
”Do you want him to? To see what his cock feels like?”
”Yes, I want that.” Polly surprised herself with her willingness to play. Deep down she knew the vibrator would fit her pussy because she’d used it plenty of times before. It was different this time with Marc in control and the imaginary Simon.
”You want Simon. I want to feel your enjoyment of him. I’ll make sure he doesn’t hurt you.”
It felt real to Polly. ”I’m wet enough to take him.”
”He’s going to finger you first.” Marc’s fingers ran from her butt hole to her swollen labia.
”Oh, that’s lovely. Simon is pushing his fingers along and inside my pussy. He’s so sexy.”
”He wants you bad.”
”I want him as well.” She felt her friend’s cock, the head of it nuzzled at her opening. Simon pushed a little and he went in by one inch. The anticipation grew inside her darkened mind and she couldn’t help saying, ”Tell him to push himself in all the way.”
Marc had adjusted his body under Polly to leave his right hand able to easily touch her pussy. ”Can you cope with our friend inserting his entire cock into you?”
”Yes. Yes, please.” Polly realised she sounded a slut but it intensified the moment.
”He’s kneeling between your legs, his hands are gripping your hips. I’ve told him to be careful.”
In desperation, Polly turned her head sideways and pleaded, ”Push your lovely cock in. In deep. Go on, Simon.” Her voice had become increasingly pleading, determined to have him. Simon started a gentle motion with his cock, a rocking feeling, pushing from behind as he sank deeper into Polly.
”Is he fully in, darling?” asked Marc.
”He feels gorgeous, big and I’m squeezing him inside my pussy.” She felt him withdrawing and she wondered if this meant Simon would fuck her properly.
”He’s going to bring his cock to us so that you can suck him again.”
”I want Simon to fuck me. Tell him. You’re my husband. Tell him to fuck me.” Polly was aware that love juice had seeped out of her and down onto the bed.
Marc whispered, ”My wife must wait. First, Simon is wet and he needs you to suck him.”
Polly knew that Simon’s cock was now alongside her mouth. With one hand she took the cock and greedily put it into her mouth. The sensation of tasting her vaginal juice, made all the more erotic because her eyes were covered, was a new experience. The slurping noise from her mouth seemed even louder than normal. She gurgled the words, ”Take me, Simon. My pussy wants you.”
”Are you ready for this, Polly? I know Simon wants you.”
”Yes. Are you okay for Simon to make love to me? You could stop it. Except for you, Marc, there’s been no other man since we got married. Simon will be the first.” Polly found herself wanting the sex-play to be real and, therefore, it was easy to believe it. All her senses were tingling as she felt Simon’s cock traverse down her back, over her bottom and nestle in the folds of her labia. Her breathing became laboured.
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