His Fantasies

Copyright Deni Wom            2015

Edited by James Friedman

1 - Defining the Problem

Today’s our tenth anniversary. For the most part it’s been a good marriage. Actually, there’s only one major SNAFU. But I can’t bring myself to ask my husband about it. I know I should. I know it’s unhealthy for our relationship to not talk about it.

For the first few years I didn’t really notice his … habit. Maybe I should call it a mannerism. Whatever.

It’s just that, well … he closes his eyes while he is making love to me.

There! I said it! It makes me wonder if I don’t look sexy to him. Or worse, what if he is fantasizing about some other woman. I’ve watched him when we are with other people, and he doesn’t flirt with the other women.

I’m pretty sure he isn’t fantasizing about being with a man too.

When he kisses me he keeps his eyes open. And when he suckles my nipples he watches my face. When he toys with my boobs or bunni he has his eyes open. But as soon as he enters me, his head goes back and his eyes close.

It’s driving me crazy, stark raving mad. I can’t take it any more. It’s getting in the way of our relationship. Maybe I’ll go talk to a therapist about it.

Well, the therapist referred me to a marital relationship counselor. I see him tomorrow.

The counselor smiled when I told him about my problem. “Why can’t you ask him about what is bothering you?”

I am sure I blushed bright red. I felt the heat in my cheeks. I screwed up my courage and, eyes riveted to my lap, admitted, “What if he’s fantasizing about another woman?”

“That would break your heart?”

I nodded.

“Don't you want to know anyway? The sooner you know, the sooner you can start healing the rift, if that is indeed what he’s thinking about, right?”

I nodded.

“Do you ever talk about your fantasies with each other?”

My whole body blushed as I vigorously shook my head.

My embarrassment lasted for a long, long time. I could not bring myself to look at the counselor.

After a few moments of silence he asked, “What makes you so uncomfortable about discussing your sexual fantasies with your husband?”

I didn’t know what to say.

He continued. “Everybody has fantasies. Every body. They improve our sex lives if we share them with each other. They bring us closer together. Many couples discover that they actually share the same fantasies. And, just because you share fantasies, it doesn’t mean you have to act on them. That’s a decision you can arrive at together, while your talking about them.

“For instance, a person that wants to be touched in a certain way, perhaps in a certain place, can actually enjoy sex with their spouse more. Some women who have not yet had an orgasm sometimes start having orgasms when they and their partner acts out their fantasies.

“Do you have orgasms?”

I turned bright red again. I started to cry.

When I got my tears under control, I shook my head. I said, “But it feels good, the making love. It feels good.” My eyes were still riveted on my lap.

He handed me a Kleenex.

I blew my nose, still looking down.

The counselor took a deep breath, “Fantasies are not wrong. Fantasies are something that intrigue us. Some people fantasize about kissing their partners feet. Some fantasize about kissing or licking their partner’s sex organ. Some people fantasize about watching their partner with another lover. Did you know that 60% of women fantasize about being raped? Not hurt, mind you, just forced to have sex with a person that is not their spouse, and that pushes them to do new things.

“So you see, fantasies are not right or wrong. They’re just our thoughts. Once we verbalize them, we can make the decision as to whether we really want to experience them. Or not.”

He was silent for a while. Then he said, “Until you verbalize them, and your spouse verbalizes his, you can’t talk about them, and make a joint decision on whether you want to actually experience them or not.

I realized that I was no longer blushing. In fact, I was now looking at the man’s face.

“I suggest that tonight over dinner you tell your husband that you wish to discuss each other’s fantasies while you make love. Just say exactly that.”

I thought about what he had said. It made sense. I admitted to myself that I no longer wanted to go through the torture of wondering what my husband thought about when we made love.

And an orgasm? I wondered what that would feel like. Could I have one? I was over thirty years old now. It was time to find out. Wasn’t it?

2 – The Conversation

I was so nervous that I burned the soup. Twice.

We sat down to dinner. My poor hubby could tell there was something wrong. But I just couldn’t bring ‘the subject’ up … yet. We ate in silence for the most part. Hubby’s face told me he was hurt. I am usually fairly talkative. OK, talkative. OK, garrulous ….

We watched TV for a while. Not saying anything. Not even sitting close on the couch. And we watched my shows, not hubby’s. Pretty soon he started snoring.

I debated whether I should wake him up when I got up to go to bed. It would mean that I would have to ask him …. OK, CONFRONT him, about his fantasies.

I was in bed before I started to feel really guilty.

I got back up, put my robe on, and traipsed out to the Living Room. I shook hubby. Once wasn’t enough. Finally he snorked and sat up. “What babe?” He looked around groggily, noticed my robe, and asked, “Time to go to bed?”

He followed me back to our Bedroom. I crawled into bed and turned on my side, my back toward his side of the bed.

“What did I fuck up honey? I’m sorry, whatever it was.”

“Nothing.”

He sighed, dropped his clothes on the floor and crawled into bed behind me.

“What are your sexual fantasies?” I blurted out. I was shaking.

“What?” He sat up and looked my way. I could feel his eyes on the back of my head. I stayed silent.

He sat looking at me for a while, then sank back onto his back. “I’m sorry, whatever I did.” His voice sounded so hurt.

It broke through my wall. I turned over to face him. Tentatively I reached out and gently placed my hand on his flaccid member. “What do you think about while you’re pushing in and out of me?”

He tensed. This was not a normal topic of conversation between us.

“Why do you close your eyes while you are doing it with me?” My tears started to flow. My voice trembled.

“Oh god,” he said as he turned over onto his side and put his arms around me. “I’m sorry baby. I’m so sorry. Really sorry.”

I waited. And waited. And waited some more. Finally I said, “Well?” I sounded far harsher than I intended.

He took a deep breath. “Well, ummmmmm. Ummmmmmm.”

He rolled back onto his back. “FUCK!”

He turned his head to look toward me. It was dark, so I can’t imagine he could see me very well. “I’m scared. What if what I say hurts you honey? I would feel terrible!”

I started to ever so softly caress his cock. He loves it when my fingertips slide up and down his penis, barely touching it. He started to get firmer. I grabbed his balls and gripped them hard. “Tell me or I’ll tear your balls off!” I growled. I aggressively smothered his mouth with mine. I squeezed harder.

His cock sprang to rampant hardness.

“So fuck me and tell me exactly what you are thinking while you do it. Or I’ll crunch your nuts.” The edge in my voice surprised me. I sounded like I really meant it. I released his scrotum before I hurt him.

“Oh fuck,” he moaned as he moved over me.

I guided him into me. “Fuck me stud!” I moaned.

“My god baby, you’re wet!”

I was too. He slid to full depth with no resistance.

“Tell me!” I commanded.

He looked at me, fear on his face, but excitement too. “I’m fantasizing that you are fucking John. His big cock is in you and you’re moaning, and really turned on, and really wet, and I can hear your cunt going “SCHLOP SCHLOP SCHLOP as he fucks you really hard. You wrap your legs around him, pulling him in harder against you. You’re moaning … in heaven … really turned on. You say to John, ‘Fuck me you big fucking stallion! Seed me with your big cock! Fill me with your cum! Don't you dare pull out! Cum way up inside me and leave him inside me until you’re soft.’ ”

He came.

He rolled over on his back, gasping. “God I came hard!”

I had never felt quite like I did right then. Even though I had been wet before, I was sopping wet now. And it wasn’t just hubby’s cummies, either. My tummy was roiling. I was breathing hard, gasping. I felt like something had just happened that I didn’t understand. Not even close to understanding. And oh my god did I feel roiled up and needy!

Then I thought about something that might work. “Who else do you fantasize about doing me?” I put my hand back on his sopping wet, sticky cock. I started caressing his testicles, even letting my fingers stray to his anus.

“Oh god baby!” He began to harden again.

“Who, baby?” I urged. “Tell me about him fucking your wife.”

That was enough. He rolled back over the top of me and plunged in again. He started bucking, his cock rigid as a fence post.

His eyes bored into mine. “There’s five men standing around the bed, all of them naked and stroking themselves as Jamal climbs onto you and sticks his thick black cock inside your wet sloppy cunt. He grips your tits and squeezes them as he fucks you hard, slamming his prick deep into you over and over and over. He leans down and starts to kiss you. He sticks his tongue down your throat as he growls, “Gonna fuck you full a my cum, white girl! Gonna fill you up with my nigga cum. Gonna seed you deep and full. Gonna breed you. Gonna fill yer womb with nigga seed.”

Hubby growled loudly as he came again. “UNNH … UNNNH … UUUUNNNNNHHHHH!” Then he collapsed onto his back.

‘Damn it!’ I thought. I was so randy! I hadn’t felt like this since I was a naïve shy 15 year old! I will never get to sleep. Without even thinking I crawled up on top of my husband and tried to smother him with my freshly double-filled bunni.

Thank god he took the hint and began to suckle on my sticky labia and clitoris. I could feel his cummies running out of me and onto his face.

I don’t know exactly what happened after that, but I felt like I was starting to float toward the ceiling, his tongue following me as I rose, and rose. I remember screaming ….

3 – Post Coital Cuddling

Hubby’s arms were wrapped around me when I woke up. I could feel his erection against the back of my leg.

 Then I remembered the feelings I had the night before. ‘So that’s what an orgasm feels like,’ I thought as I snuggled back against him. ‘Incredible! WOW! I want more of those!’ My lusty grin spread from cheek to cheek.

Hubby’s erection was pulsing.

I started wondering what he would taste like. It had been years since my face was even close to it.

He groaned as he turned over and rolled out of bed, then hobbled toward the bathroom. There was a brief pause while he waited for his erection to soften so he could pee. Then I heard the splatter of his welcome relief. He groaned. Then the telltale sound of droplets hitting the surface of the water as he milked it down and shook it dry. I had watched him do this so many, many times, but never before had it sounded erotic.

‘Can an orgasm really change a person?’ My body felt relaxed, but … vigilant. I felt like smiling. I felt like having another orgasm. My god what a wonderful sensation!

My tummy felt like it was full of butterflies. And caterpillars. I rolled onto my back and kicked the covers off. I spread my thighs as wide as they would go. I reached down to her, caressed her gently as I watched hubby walk back into the bedroom. “Hey stud, tell me more of your fantasies.”

Hubby’s mouth dropped open. He stared at my bunni, and my hand toying with it. He had never seen me do anything remotely like this. I know because I had never done anything like this before.

“GAWWW!” he said, then took two huge strides and lunged onto me. His mouth captured my labia as his tongue plunged into me. He fed on my wetness and his own sperm for a few moments, then moved up over me. He looked into my eyes, love beaming at me. “OK, so … I got up and went into the guest bedroom to say ‘Hi’ to my buddy that is staying with us. There you are, naked, on top of him, riding his prick like a cowgirl princess at a rodeo. You didn’t even look back at me as he slapped your titties and pulled your nipples. He is slamming into you from below as your hips move forward and backward. Your back is arched and your titties stuck out for him to enjoy. ‘Slap, slap, slap’ I hear as he spanks your titties. I hear you murmur, ‘Cum in my cunt! Cum deep in my cunt. Sperm me, make a baby in me. Shoot all of your cums up inside my randy cunt, you big stud!’ ”

Hubby came. But instead of dropping off of me, he moves down, his mouth devouring his mess. He pushes my knees up to my shoulders and digs his tongue as deeply into me as it will go. He laps inside me, and then downward over my anus. His face moves back and forth, up and down, as he laps, lingually penetrates my openings, with deep rumbling moans.

I twisted around and took his penis in my hand. I stuck my tongue out and tasted it. It smelled like sex. I moved the head into my mouth and suckled lightly. He started moving his hips forward and back. Each thrust pressed it further into my mouth. It tasted salty. My nose drew closer and closer to his testicles. I could smell his sperm-like pheromonal scent. I inhaled deeply. I swallowed. The head of his cock slid magically into my throat. I had no clue that it was that easy.

“Oh my god I love it when you act like a slut, baby! That feels so damned good! Oh my god! My wife is sucking my buddy’s cock, taking it down her throat, deep throating him while I watch her. He’s sticking his fingers up her cunt.”

Hubby did, first one finger, then adding another. Then a third. “My wife seems to love my buddy’s prick as she spreads her legs and moans. She humps his hand. He adds another finger, pressing his hand into her further and further.”

Hubby slid his hand, four fingers stretching me wide, further and further into me. I can feel his knuckles begin to press against me. My bunni is screaming, partly from the gentle pain, but also because it is just so damned erotic to feel my body being dominated and abused like this.

‘Why haven’t we done this before?’ I ask myself. I know the answer. I would never let him try it. But oh my god does it feel good. The sensations of my wet, randy bunni being stretched, being made larger, being made slutty by his fantasy of his buddy doing it to me.

I feel that new sensation of rippling inside me, of rising, of floating, of getting short of breath . . . . . . . . . and then my explosion!

I hear a splattering sound, but I am too turned on to pay it any mind, as I explode into ecstasy.

Everything gets dark.

Then I don’t remember anything.

4 – Reconciliation

Hubby is looking down at me from a few inches away when I wake up. “You squirted honey! I can’t believe it! You actually squirted wet stuff out of your pussy when you came! It was incredible!”

I tilt my head up and kiss him. “How long have I been out?”

He glances at the clock. “Maybe fifteen minutes? Or so.”

“I passed out from cumming so hard. I’ve never even heard of that before. Do you ever pass out from coming so hard?” I caress his cheek.

He shakes his head. “I think that’s a female thing. Never heard of a man doing it.”

We are silent for a while. I feel tears gathering in my eyes.

“What’s the matter honey? Why are you tearing up?”

I sniffle. “All this time I thought you were fantasizing about some other woman when we make love,” I sob.

He looks so hurt. “Oh god baby, I would never go out on you! I never have and I never will!”

I place my palms on both of his cheeks. “Even if I asked you to? You know, with a friend of mine?”

He looks startled. “Why would you want me to do that?”

I sniffle again. “I don’t know. It just feels unfair for you to have all these fantasies of my needs getting met, and you just get to watch me with other men.”

His eyes widen. “Are you saying we would do this for real? Actually have other men fuck you?”

I shrug, my eyes going out of focus as I think about what that might be like. “It’s your fantasy, right, to see it happen? Would YOU like to have it happen in real life?”

I feel his penis stiffen into hardness.

He growls. He kisses me hard. He mounts me, plunging deep into me. His thrusts are frantic, like he had to spurt or go crazy. His mouth devours mine, his tongue delving deep into my open mouth. His tongue caresses my tongue. I feel his previously deposited sperm pumping out of me and down over my anus.

He pumps me hard like that for a long time. Finally, gasping for breath, he slows down. “I’ve cum so much that I don’t think I can cum again!” He laughs. “It’s your turn to get on top and fuck me like you want to. Whatever turns you on, honey.”

He rolls me over, never losing his penetration.

I sit up straight above him, looking down at the man that I suddenly realize I didn’t know until last night.

I remember reading a story, I guess I would call it a sex advice column, on a sexy art webpage. The name Samarel comes to mind. A woman had described how the sex advice woman had learned to flex her pelvic muscles in such a way that it drives the men in her life crazy when they make love. I decide to give it a try.

I focus on my inner core. I flex the muscles that I use to try and start my urine flow.

My husband’s eyes widen.

Then I flex the muscles that I use to try and push … how do I say it … poop … out.

My husband moans.

I alternate between the two muscle sets as I flex my tummy forward and back. I can feel my husband’s rigid penis slap me inside when I do it forcefully. OH MY GOD it feels good!

My husband’s eyes are staring at me with intensity. “Oh god baby, that feels so dammed good!”

I begin to scooch my hips lower as I move onto his penis, then higher as my hips move away. It feels incredible! I keep making all of my internal muscle flexes as I begin to rise, slowly climbing toward my very first self-induced orgasm.

Hubby’s body goes rigid, arcing upward with his head and shoulders. His cock suddenly pulses, then squirts hot liquid hard, deep inside me.

It’s enough to push me over the edge into exquisite oblivion.

5 – Building Fantasies

My husband brought me flowers the next day. He knelt in front of me and grinned up at me. “Darling, I love you more than I can find words to voice. I didn’t realize until yesterday that you were hurting from my actions. I was fantasizing about one thing, and I should have voiced my fantasy, baby. I should have made sure that I wasn’t hurting you. But I didn’t. And I apologize from the bottom of my heart for that. Please forgive me.

“But sweetheart, when you said that you might consider letting me actually watch you enjoying other men! OH MY GOD!” He giggled self-consciously. “I’m getting hard just thinking about it!”

I looked at him, more in love at that moment than I had been on the day we got married. He truly was a loving, highly dedicated husband!

He was still staring into my eyes. I could tell that he wanted to talk about something. “What baby?” I asked.

He cleared his throat. “Um ….” He blushed bright red. “Um ….”

“Just say it baby,” I urged.

He nodded, looking out the window.

Then he turned back to look at me. “We need to do this carefully, honey. I would not be able to live with myself if I somehow caused you problems.”

“Like what, honey?” I asked.

“I don’t know … like you catching a sexually transmitted disease. Or getting hurt by one of your lovers. Or people you don’t want to know about this finding out, and maybe spreading rumors …. That sort of thing.”

I nodded, processing the things he had said. He was right. Every one of those things are something that we had to be careful about.

We were quiet for a while. It wasn’t until we were in bed that night that we broached the subject again.

My husband propped himself upon his elbow, his blue eyes staring at me. “God you’re gorgeous baby.” He kissed me softly on my forehead. “What if we were to have one of my most trusted friends come over for an evening for our first time? We could pay for his STD testing, and make sure he won’t tell anyone.”

I thought about his friends. Only one of them was single. I knew most of his friends’ wives. There was no way I could face them if I had had sex with their husband. I’m just not that type of person.

“Who are you thinking of talking to?” I finally ask.

“I don’t think you know him. He’s single, good-looking, athletic, trust worthy. Why don’t I talk to him and, if he agrees, we can go out to dinner with him. What do you think?”

“OK,” I say, feeling warmth spreading in my tummy. “Want to fuck me, honey?” I ask. “Want to fuck me like I’m a slutty little cheating white wife?”

He moans as he moves over me, kissing me as his hand gropes my breast.

“Pull my nipple baby!” I moan. “Slap my tittie. Fuck me hard and deep! Do me like a wanton slut.”

His cock is hard as steel as I guide him into me. His fingers pull and twist my nipple as he calls me ‘fucking slut.’ He slams full depth into me over and over and over. I wrap my legs around him as I moan, “Fuck your slutty little wife, teach her a lesson on how to properly treat your friends honey. Teach her what she needs to know to satisfy all your buddies. So they will tell you that your fucking wife is the best fuck they’ve ever laid!”

Gasping for air, I explode in brilliant, arching skyrockets, and bursting explosions of delight.