I Love When My Wife Tells Me Her Fantasies
A few weeks ago I was talking to my best friend and she told me about her fantasy to watch her husband get a ******* from another woman. At first I was shocked that she was telling me this, but that shock was replaced by a feeling of relief because I thought I was the only woman who had that fantasy.
We talked about it for a bit and then moved on to other topics.
Later that day I found myself fantasizing about it and that fantasy became more of a desire than a fantasy. Deep down I really wanted it to happen. From that moment on I found myself trying and trying to find someone who would make my desire come true and someone that my husband would be interested in.
After some serious thought one person came to mind. She was a girl that works at his office. She wasn’t the hottest girl there, but she was the one that I thought would entertain the request.
Her name was Christine. She was in her mid 40’s, married and very, how can I say this, sexually experimental. I picked her because she was married and, from stories, attracted to my husband.
The other day I worked up the nerve to tell my husband that I wanted Christine to suck his ****. At first he was shocked that I wanted to watch another woman suck his **** and that I wanted it to be Christine. He was not quite into the thought of Christine because she was a co-worker and because she was not that hot. But as I explained why I chose her, he began to understand.
We spend the rest of the evening discussing how he can approach her with the idea without being reported to HR. In time we figured that it was best that I approach her.
The next day I called my husband at work and we talked about it and decided that we would go for it. I made my way to his office as if we were going to lunch.
Christine sat in a cubicle just outside his office. As I walked by I said hello to her. She was wearing a loose fitting top and skirt. I would just see the top of her breasts. She offered a hello right back. I leaned in and told her that I liked her top and asked where she bought it. That was the in that I needed. She told me all about the store and where it was. Then she asked why I liked it. I told her that I liked the way that it was loose and slightly exposed her beasts. I the hinted that if I wore that anywhere near my husband, he would go nuts because he is very much a boob man. She laughed and mentioned that it was good to know.
My husband was in a meeting to Christine and I had plenty of time to chit chat. We carried on discussing clothes and various other womanly things.
Eventually my husband returned to his office. I told Christine that she should walk into his office with her top and see where my husband’s eyes go. At first she was caught off guard by the comment, but she said that she did have some paperwork that she needed his signature on and walked in with me.
The minute she walked into his office his eyes went immediately to her chest. Her breasts were not huge, but a bit smaller than mine. When he took a quick look, I whispered in her ear “see, I told you”. She smiled a small grin and set the papers on his desk. When she did, I could see him take a quick peek down her shirt. As she walked out the door I winked at her and she winked back. Then my husband and I went off to have lunch.
When we got back I walked him back to his office. Christine followed us to get the paperwork. Because we had gone to lunch my husband had not signed any of it, nor had he looked it over. As my husband sat down to look over the paperwork, Christine stood in the door poised to answer any question he may have. He motioned for her to close the door and take a seat, figuring this may take a while. As he looked over the paperwork Christine and I began talking again. But this time it was about how she liked my husband looking at her breasts. At first she was a bit taken back and afraid that this was going to get reported to HR, but I assured her that this was not going to happen.
She was very uncomfortable with my husband in the room, so I asked him to get me come coffee. When he walked out the door I closed it behind him and got right to the point. I told Christine that I found her very attractive and wondered if she would do me a favor. When I told her that I have a fantasy to watch her suck my husband’s ****, she was shocked. At first she didn’t know what to say, and then she was worried about losing her job. Then that went to what f her husband found out. These were all valid concerns, so I said that if she didn’t want to that was fine.
When my husband walked back into the room I got up and walked over to him and grabbed his ****. I rubbed it a bit and looked at Christine. She was nervous but watching intently. I motioned to her to lock the door, and she did. As soon as it was locked I unzipped his pants and pulled out his ****. I played with it and kissed the tip. I could see Christine keeping a close eye on what was happening so I asked her to come over and feel it. She was very reluctant but made her way over. I reached over took her hand and placed it on his ****. As we both rubbed it she became more and more bold. I whispered in her ear “Now can you suck it please?” She closed her eyes and licked it. As she licked I went back to my chair, sat back and watched. It was suck an amazing sight. Christine was amazing. She took his **** into her mouth and sucked on it. As she sucked my husband looked me in the eyes with a passion I had not seen in quite a while. His eyes told me thank you, but that thank you should have come from me.
When he was getting ready to ***, Christine cupped his balls and rubbed them. He whispered that he was going to *** and she looked up at him and gave him a nod that it was ok to *** in her mouth. Seconds later I could see that he was ******* harder than he had ever ***. She stayed with him and took in every load that he threw at her. Finally he began to go limp and his wet **** dropped out of her mouth.
At that moment I got up and took Christine by the hand, turned her around and kissed her. I tasted the salt of her saliva as well as the taste of my husband s ***. At first Christine was in shock, but he let go quickly and kissed me back. When we let go she whipped her mouth with a tissue and took a drink of coffee. She turned and walked toward the door, walked out of the office and closed the door behind her.
As my husband attempted to gather himself, I gave him a kiss and whispered in his ear “Thank you”. He looked at me and gave me a smile.
We talked about it for a bit and then moved on to other topics.
Later that day I found myself fantasizing about it and that fantasy became more of a desire than a fantasy. Deep down I really wanted it to happen. From that moment on I found myself trying and trying to find someone who would make my desire come true and someone that my husband would be interested in.
After some serious thought one person came to mind. She was a girl that works at his office. She wasn’t the hottest girl there, but she was the one that I thought would entertain the request.
Her name was Christine. She was in her mid 40’s, married and very, how can I say this, sexually experimental. I picked her because she was married and, from stories, attracted to my husband.
The other day I worked up the nerve to tell my husband that I wanted Christine to suck his ****. At first he was shocked that I wanted to watch another woman suck his **** and that I wanted it to be Christine. He was not quite into the thought of Christine because she was a co-worker and because she was not that hot. But as I explained why I chose her, he began to understand.
We spend the rest of the evening discussing how he can approach her with the idea without being reported to HR. In time we figured that it was best that I approach her.
The next day I called my husband at work and we talked about it and decided that we would go for it. I made my way to his office as if we were going to lunch.
Christine sat in a cubicle just outside his office. As I walked by I said hello to her. She was wearing a loose fitting top and skirt. I would just see the top of her breasts. She offered a hello right back. I leaned in and told her that I liked her top and asked where she bought it. That was the in that I needed. She told me all about the store and where it was. Then she asked why I liked it. I told her that I liked the way that it was loose and slightly exposed her beasts. I the hinted that if I wore that anywhere near my husband, he would go nuts because he is very much a boob man. She laughed and mentioned that it was good to know.
My husband was in a meeting to Christine and I had plenty of time to chit chat. We carried on discussing clothes and various other womanly things.
Eventually my husband returned to his office. I told Christine that she should walk into his office with her top and see where my husband’s eyes go. At first she was caught off guard by the comment, but she said that she did have some paperwork that she needed his signature on and walked in with me.
The minute she walked into his office his eyes went immediately to her chest. Her breasts were not huge, but a bit smaller than mine. When he took a quick look, I whispered in her ear “see, I told you”. She smiled a small grin and set the papers on his desk. When she did, I could see him take a quick peek down her shirt. As she walked out the door I winked at her and she winked back. Then my husband and I went off to have lunch.
When we got back I walked him back to his office. Christine followed us to get the paperwork. Because we had gone to lunch my husband had not signed any of it, nor had he looked it over. As my husband sat down to look over the paperwork, Christine stood in the door poised to answer any question he may have. He motioned for her to close the door and take a seat, figuring this may take a while. As he looked over the paperwork Christine and I began talking again. But this time it was about how she liked my husband looking at her breasts. At first she was a bit taken back and afraid that this was going to get reported to HR, but I assured her that this was not going to happen.
She was very uncomfortable with my husband in the room, so I asked him to get me come coffee. When he walked out the door I closed it behind him and got right to the point. I told Christine that I found her very attractive and wondered if she would do me a favor. When I told her that I have a fantasy to watch her suck my husband’s ****, she was shocked. At first she didn’t know what to say, and then she was worried about losing her job. Then that went to what f her husband found out. These were all valid concerns, so I said that if she didn’t want to that was fine.
When my husband walked back into the room I got up and walked over to him and grabbed his ****. I rubbed it a bit and looked at Christine. She was nervous but watching intently. I motioned to her to lock the door, and she did. As soon as it was locked I unzipped his pants and pulled out his ****. I played with it and kissed the tip. I could see Christine keeping a close eye on what was happening so I asked her to come over and feel it. She was very reluctant but made her way over. I reached over took her hand and placed it on his ****. As we both rubbed it she became more and more bold. I whispered in her ear “Now can you suck it please?” She closed her eyes and licked it. As she licked I went back to my chair, sat back and watched. It was suck an amazing sight. Christine was amazing. She took his **** into her mouth and sucked on it. As she sucked my husband looked me in the eyes with a passion I had not seen in quite a while. His eyes told me thank you, but that thank you should have come from me.
When he was getting ready to ***, Christine cupped his balls and rubbed them. He whispered that he was going to *** and she looked up at him and gave him a nod that it was ok to *** in her mouth. Seconds later I could see that he was ******* harder than he had ever ***. She stayed with him and took in every load that he threw at her. Finally he began to go limp and his wet **** dropped out of her mouth.
At that moment I got up and took Christine by the hand, turned her around and kissed her. I tasted the salt of her saliva as well as the taste of my husband s ***. At first Christine was in shock, but he let go quickly and kissed me back. When we let go she whipped her mouth with a tissue and took a drink of coffee. She turned and walked toward the door, walked out of the office and closed the door behind her.
As my husband attempted to gather himself, I gave him a kiss and whispered in his ear “Thank you”. He looked at me and gave me a smile.
By:
seahawkrider
Age:
36-40
,
Female
