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fantasy sex confessionFor those that are used to my usual style and have offered such lovely words in their feedback, you may not like what follows. It is somewhat different in style and a departure from what I usually do. But hey, I personally need to write this, I just have to get it off my chest, it is a sort of confession if you will. If you really don’t like it, just stop reading, click away and I will return to my normal style soon enough.I have been asked what made me start writing what are essentially short dirty stories, and in point of fact, I was having difficulty trying to remember myself. But, it came back to me; there was a kind of seminal moment, so to speak. My husband and I had been having a quiet, romaticish night in; I had cooked a better than average meal and we drank a glass or two of better than average vin rouge to compliment the food. It must have been that plus, the low lights and a relaxed mood that started it.We were cuddled on the couch and probably, just probably, because of having a touch to much wine, beautiful mellow and seductive red wine from Burgundy, my favourite, I asked him stuff like, did he still love me, did he still like the way I looked, did he like the way I dressed. And of course he said he did and squeezed me reassuringly. So I started asking him who else he fancied and liked the look of and he reeled off all the old film stars like Raquel Welch, Sophia Loren and Bridgette Bardot and I wanted something a bit closer to home and I meant amongst our friends and acquaintances. He really wasn’t answering that so I changed tack and asked him if he ever fantasised about sex and, presumably because of the wine, he confirmed he did. So I pushed my luck and asked him what sort of thing he thought about and when might he fantasise. Well having been reluctant to tell me which of our friends did it for him what he then told me completely took me aback. He told me he might fantasise about sex pretty much any time of day or night and anywhere, perhaps in the car going to work, when we are out walking in the park, even when we are having sex (why would he fantasise if we were actually doing it? but I did ask and that was his answer). But what really stunned me was the subject matter.I just rested in his arms and listened.He told me, for instance, just recently on his way to work he had started to notice an attractive woman, around 30ish, very attractive, quite severe in look, more what you might expect to see driving a drop top BMW or Audi, waiting at a bus stop nearby. He said he idly daydreamed about stopping for her, giving her a lift, pulling over at a quiet spot and having her across the bonnet of the car. But he said his fantasises were usually more recurring.He told me one particular favourite was watching me having lesbian sex with one of my closest friends, a woman that I always suspected he fancied, even though he hadn’t actually answered my direct question before this confirmed my suspicion. He told me he imagined us both in black lace underwear, our mouths open and tongues darting in and out. Licking each other faces, moaning and purring. He imagined her being more dominant than me and pushing me onto my back then using both hands to open and position my legs wide apart. She would caress the inside of my legs, teasing the inner thigh, then slip her fingers inside my pants and probe me whist continuing to kiss my mouth. He said she pulled down the cups of my bra to reveal my breasts whilst tormenting my clit with her finger tips. She sucked my nipples and rubbing my cunt and brought me to the brink of orgasm, and then just before reaching climax, she stopped. She repeated escort bayan this action over and over, bringing to me the brink and then ceasing at just the point of maximum frustration; she was making me cry, he said I was distraught, needing her to finger fuck my cunt hole, needing her to plug my aching cunt with as many fingers as she could jam in. He said I was begging her out loud for relief, far more vocal and smutty, with her than when we made love. He said he could see me arch my hips to try and gain some penetration.He told me how she pushed my knickers to one side and took first one cunt lip then the other between her fingers and pulled and separated them. Using her middle finger and thumb she massaged the entire area and circled my cunt hole. She teased the entrance open with these two digits and opened up my sopping wet hole. He could see and hear how sopping wet I was. He told me I was literally begging her to eat me out and she finally felt obliged to bring me to a climax. He said as I lay there in a state of drained satisfied pleasure the two of them commented on me in the most horrifically coarse terms. They said I was a worthless whore, a dirty slut whose life revolved around having cock, fingers, tongues and dildos inserted deep in my filthy wet, ever open cunt hole. They commented on how my nipples stood erect every time my cunt was touched and how they imagined I would let anybody shove there dick up my cunt hole once I had had my knickers removed. They would arrange for me to be blindfolded next time and have a mystery guest fill my hole up with mystery spunk! He said that whilst they discussed what they had in mind my hand wandered between my legs and I started fingering myself. He said in this scenario it took seconds for me to come again and as my pleasure subsided he would casually unzip his fly, take out his stiff dick and slide it into my friend from behind and proceed to fuck her in front of my face. He said that he came inside her and she then positioned her flooded cunt over my face and let all his juice dribble down onto me.I was astonished at the graphic content and the fantasy. I was astonished at how casually I was treated as an object to be humiliated. And I was ashamed to say, astonished that as he told me I could feel my nipples harden and my cunt come to life!‘Want to hear another?’ he said, and I did.Another fantasy was to see me being casually fucked by two older men, men we knew, men he named, men he knew I didn’t like. I was even more shocked than the first, they were rather unpleasant and disreputable men that is why I didn’t like them, maybe that was what made it such a turn on for him. There was no context but he said I remained clothed but my skirt was above my waist and one strap of my dress and bra were down and I had one tit showing the other fully covered. I was laying back on a bed my arse still on it but my legs hanging over the edge. One of the men had his trousers down, not completely off, just around his ankles and he was standing between my legs fucking me. The other man had his tongue in my mouth, and was mauling my exposed breast. There was a little bit of context. My husband said they were fucking me because I needed to be fucked as a repayment for some act or deed that had been neglected. He said I really didn’t want them too fuck me but felt I had to let them, I was obliged too, I owed them, and I had no choice. He said I was moaning with each thrust of the unwelcome prick in my hot wet cunt. My cunt , that in my husband’s own fantasy was betraying me. I didn’t like them particularly, but in the fantasy my cunt was insatiable and tuzla genç escort dominated my being, The bastard thrusting between my legs was making me moan louder and then come, he lifted my legs onto his shoulders to get a deeper thrust, I came again and so quickly after the first time. He withdrew his cock and was replaced by the second man. He turned me over and took me in a standing position over the bed. He thrust a bit and then stopped, my cunt was on fire and it needed to be quenched, he said I started thrusting back, riding the despicable man’s cock. They both laughed at my predicament. He couldn’t help himself and grabbed my hips and started plunging deep into me. First him, then the other man, they both shot there foul juice into my cunt hole.Another fantasy from my beloved about me being humiliated by two unpleasant men. He said he often had them do stuff to me. Sometimes a little more unpleasant.I am ashamed to tell you this fantasy was actually getting me even hotter.‘Want another?’ and I did, I was really getting turned on.He said he had tied me to a chair in my own bedroom at home, very securely and facing our marital bed. He gagged me so I couldn’t speak and then proceeded to invite a lady into the room. It was my sister. He said I struggled in the seat and he could hear me trying to speak or shout or protest, but because of the gag no intelligible words were possible.OMG, my own fucking sister! What did he mean by it? I had always worried that they may have got up to stuff; she is much more tarty than me and has a reputation for collecting stiff dicks in all her holes. I will not have it up the back passage, but she gets a perverse kick out of letting men do to her what their wives at home will not let them do. Consequently she has taken more mens come in her arse that I have had i my cunt. And heaven knows how much semen she must have swallowed over the years. I saw her once in action at a New Years Eve party. She didn’t know I was watching but I saw her with the host of the party, on her knees, just after the New Year was in, and her head was bobbing on his dick. Using just her mouth, no hands, she made him spurt, I have never been able to make a man come in my mouth unless I use my hand as well. And now that slut has turned up in the deepest recess of my husband’s psyche, I wonder if that’s normal? Judging from the stories on the porn web sites about that type of thing I am guessing as long as it stays in his head and his dick keeps well away from her cunt hole then it probably doesn’t matter too much.But i digress. In my husband’s fantasy he undressed my sister slowly and then stood behind her near to, and facing me. He kissed her neck and squeezed her breasts. He kicked her legs apart and right in front of my face, pushed three fingers in her cunt hole. They slid straight in, and he said that I tried to break out of the bonds that held me in place. He was guessing in the fantasy that I was unhappy but he kept thinking fuck her (meaning me) she is helpless, she shouldn’t have let me tie her up. If a woman submits willingly to bondage like that then surely she must accept whatever punishment is meted out, punishment does not always come with a red backside you know! She rode his fingers herself, she came quickly. He told me he got her on hands and knees with her face right in front of mine, very close indeed. He took her doggy style pushing into her so forcefully that our heads kept touching. I could feel her breath on my face as she gasped with pleasure at each of his strokes.He went on for ages describing scenes where I was forced to perform sex acts with total strangers, tuzla kendi evi olan escort once on a train, but usually as part of a holiday fantasy. Other fantasises involved making me watch him fuck women that we know, and he confessed that he even had a fantasy of having it off with my mother and sister at the same time, while I was made to watch and then make tea for us all afterwards!And each story was humiliation followed by humiliation and I was appalled that my cunt had turned to molten liquid and whilst, I have to be honest, i was furious with much of the content, I was also now horny as hell and pulled his trousers down there and then. I didn’t need to waste any time getting him hard, because he was already standing to attention. I straddled him and started ridding him as hard as i could. I gyrated my cunt onto him; I flexed my cunt muscles and could hear him gasp. He was so ecstatic with pleasure he couldn’t breathe, he was literally clinging on to me for dear life. He was begging me to stop; he needed to catch his breath. But i kept on, I was hot and after telling me in so many words he wanted to fuck my sister and mother in phenomenally dirty and uncouth threesome, i was not about to let him breathe whilst we fucked. I was sure he would come before he passed out! And obviously that was how it was, I could feel his hot cum squirting into me and I kissed him. The best fuck we had had in years.‘I knew you were a naughty boy’ I said, ‘but I had no idea quite how naughty your brain was.’ He said nothing for a while but sat there gasping for breath. Finally he said, ‘if you didn’t want to know, you shouldn’t have asked.’I was still hot and told him if I was going to allow him to continue fantasising about my family I needed much more cock action, and I needed it to start right now. I got my mouth onto his limp dick and proceeded to coax it back to life. I demanded he took me immediately. There on the couch, he mounted me and because it was his second time, he was able to keep going rather longer. And he went through his party pieces of taking me in a number of positions but finishing with him virtually standing and me laying back into the couch with my legs over his shoulders. From this angle he had easy access to go as deep as he liked, whilst ensuring he fully massaged my G spot and he also let his thumb manipulate my clit. Now it was my turn to be in sensory overload. My cunt was in overdrive and seemingly in fast repeating machine gun like explosions of pleasure. Now it was me that was barely able to breathe. He finally came again and we lay on the couch for some time neither of us in a fit state to move.It was there and then for the first time that i thought if I could so easily be aroused from such fiction, and he clearly got turned too, then maybe I should have a go at writing it all down. It was still ages before i finally had a go and I let him proof read all the stories. I only publish the ones that make his dick hard and often he fucks me immediately as a result.He has suggested that he could take some pictures, of me in sexy poses, to accompany the next story.I am not so sure about that, I can’t imagine why anyone would to see a genuine run of the mill housewife, without a totally perfect figure, in girly underwear, exposing herself. He says I am gorgeous, even though I am not He says if i were to wear my red fishnets and red high heels laying back on the couch, with my cunt lips spread wide and my middle finger inserted in my hole, with my wedding and engagement rings on clear display, that most men will end up having to rush to the toilet to wank themselves off. He said if there were smears of come around my cunt on my legs or stomach, then I would become an internet sensation! Maybe, but I am not so sure, I like my anonymity. What do you think? We have taken a few saucy pictures; do you think I should publish them alongside my next story?

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