A Sweet Fantasy

A Sweet Fantasy
By: bOB (pandb72@hotmail.com)

I have had several of fantasies of Paula having an affair this is one of them.

After discussing it, we had agreed a premeditated affair would be a nice way to spice up our marriage. I have been asking Paula to have sex with another man for a long time and she had finally agreed. For those of you who do not know my Paula, she is a very pretty woman with long brown hair and green eyes. And has a very nice slim figure.

The next evening after work we discussed the details of her premeditated affair. I offered nothing much to the discussion beyond a few nods and "oks" every now and then. It was now Monday, so that left plenty of time until the start of the weekend. Her plan was to go out to a club with her friend Anne Friday evening, and the two would stay out until they found Paula a suitable candidate for an evening of hot sex. The only real conditions were that I wasn't allowed to leave the house until she returned home, and that she promised she would have him use a condom. Also, we weren't going to have sex until after she finished her mission, whenever that happened to be.

"So tomorrow we'll go shopping," she said. "Shopping?" "I've never done anything like this before," she said, almost sounding ashamed. "I don't think I have anything in my wardrobe that fits the bill."

That was the first time I had ever been inside a Victoria's Secret, though I had looked through the catalogs before and seen their advertisements on TV. "Can I help you find anything today?" I heard the question from behind me, and I turned and saw a cute young girl of about 19 standing in from of my wife. My wife looked at me meekly and I just stared back at her. This was her show, I indicated, so I'd let her take the lead. "I'm looking for some thongs," she said, and I think I probably did a double take. "That should be pretty easy," the girl said with a laugh, and motioned for my wife and I to follow her to the back of the store. I watched my wife as she picked up various thongs from off the table in front of her, holding them up to check the feel of the fabric and the width of the straps. She finally found a few assorted pairs of different shapes and cuts and then handed them to me to hold as she continued shopping. I looked at the bundle she gave me. They were all thongs; most of them were very skimpy, however, as though she wasn't sure if she'd actually have the courage for them so she bought some conservative ones just the same. But one of the thongs was almost impossible small, and seemed to be made more out of dental floss than any other fabric he could place. A long, thin strip across the back met up with a long, thinner strip that went though the cheeks and met at the front in a patch almost the size of four postage stamps stuck together. It didn't fit in with any of the other panties she choose, so I wondered how she though she'd have the courage to wear such a thing. I looked across the store and saw her motioning for me to come over. "What do you think of this for a dress?" she asked, holding up a tiny piece of purple fabric. I wasn't sure what she was holding so I looked around to see what section we were in. "I think that's a nightgown," I said. "I know," she said, holding it up so I could see the shape of it a bit better, but it still looked like an incredibly thing dish towel to my eyes "But it's pretty. I think I'd wear it as a dress on Friday night." "But it's so small," I said, still in shock by her choice. "It stretches," she said, pulling the fabric a little. "There it is on that mannequin." I turned toward where she was pointing, but remained just as confused.

At first I thought I was looking at a mannequin that somebody had painted purple from the neck to the crotch, then I realized it was just wearing skin tight purple nightie. The neckline was cut long along the top of the just, but not low enough to expose cleavage, but that didn't keep it from overly exposing the mannequin's breasts, since the fabric was so tight they were perfectly shaped poking out and so seemingly see-thru there would be little left to hide. The arms were long sleeved, but the cuffs were thick and open around the wrists. The end of the nightie reached just a few inches below the crotch, and even it the fabric wasn't so thin, the very length of the gown would hardly conceal the bottom of her ass or between the front of her legs. "But it's see-thru," I smiled. "It's lace," she said. "The lace covers most things that need to be covered up." "I think this is something you're supposed to wear to bed." I said "Well, I'm going to be wearing it to bed on Friday night," she said, with a serious tone. "That's the whole plan." We bought the items and continued shopping before going home a few hours later. That night I rolled over in bed to make love to her, but she turned me away, saying, "Not until after, remember?" I grumbled and then turned over. I tried to get to sleep but the image of that nightgown stayed in my head. Friday came and I spent all day at work wondering what would happen that night. I found myself feeling sexual arousal when thinking about tonight. I was aroused at the idea of my wife becoming so bold sexually.

Later that evening we had a mostly silent dinner accompanied by two bottles of wine. She seemed nervous and she said she wanted to drink to take some of the edge off. To her credit she asked me after dinner if I wanted her to call the whole thing off, but I knew it would probably cause even more resentment, so I just said it was fine. She nodded and then went upstairs to shower and change into her new ensemble while I sat in front of the TV and tried my best to concentrate on whatever was on ESPN. I could hear her walking around upstairs, the water running in the shower, and the sound of the radio she'd always listen to while putting on makeup. About an hour and a half later I heard her come downstairs and say, "Anne should be here to pick me up any minute now." Paula and Anne had decided to go together in one car. Knowing Anne, she would either accompany Paula to the hotel for a separate room with a man of her own or just give Paula the car and go home with somebody. I knew that Anne's influence was finally rubbing off on my wife. I turned and looked at her, and lost my breath as my dick quickly grew to a rock hard erection. She looked amazing. My initial impression of the nightgown was based on how it looked on a lifeless mannequin, but seeing it now on my wife showed just how sexy, gorgeous, and absurd the outfit really was. It was beautiful, yes, but definitely a piece of lingerie. The color was a light violet, and was mostly see-thru all over, except for a few floral patterns made of lace that covered some of the front. The pattern covered the nipples of her breasts and continued down, covering the front of her crotch. From where I was sitting on the couch, slightly lower than she was, I could clearly see the front of the red thong that just barely covered her pussy.

When she'd sit down, I realized, there'd be no way to cover up her crotch, even if she crossed her legs and held them tightly shut. The nightie was just too short. I wondered how it would move and ride up on her when she'd dance. She had no bra on, which was clearly evident, since the only part of her breasts that were covered were the tiny areas around her nipples. "Wow," I said. "You look amazing." I stood up and walked over to her. She thanked me and then gave me a hug, holding me in her arms for a few moments until a car horn beeped from the driveway. "That's Anne," she said, breaking off the hug, but kissing me before she completely pulled away. "I have to go." When she turned to walk to the door, I saw her nightie from behind. It was even sexier from behind, with the line cut low so it showed off her tanned, muscular back. The fabric was pulled even sheerer around her round ass, and I saw that she was wearing the tiny thong she had purchased earlier in the week. It was so small it might have been invisible under the lace of the nightie, but the dark red color worked at a contrast with the violet fabric barely covering it. She may as well have no panties on at all, I thought to myself, watching her go. The cheeks of her ass were exposed, pouring out of the bottom of the nightie. She pulled the back of the gown down with her fingers, and the fabric pulled even more taut around her ass. As she pulled open the front door, I noticed the gown ride back up on her ass slightly as she turned around and said, "I love you, Bob." "I love you too," I said, smiling. "See you soon," she said, then closed the door and drove away with her friend to find a man to make love to for the evening.

The next few hours were some of the most arduous of my entire life. I finished off the last of the wine then started on another bottle. I went upstairs and showered. I was wondering what was happening and with whom she would end up. Finally, I collapsed in front of the TV for a few hours to watch the news. All that night I was sporting an erection. Finally, at around 3:00 in the morning, I heard a car pull up to the driveway. I ran to the front window and looked out, but it wasn't Anne's Audi. I looked through the windshield and saw my wife sitting in the passenger seat, talking to a young, trim looking man behind the wheel. She turned and looked toward the house, and I quickly stepped back a bit into the shadow of the kitchen. She seemed to be seeing if I was there, but I felt confident that she thought she couldn't. The man leaned in for a kiss. She accepted, and put her arm around the back of his neck. I became flush as I watched Paula open her mouth and take this man's tongue into her lips. They stopped kissing and then exchanged some more words. I couldn't tell what they were discussing, but he said something further and then she looked around, as if to see if anybody was around or watching from the houses or on the street. Then I saw the man smile and Paula's head leaned forward until it disappeared behind the steering wheel and I realized what was happening. I saw the man close his eyes and then the top of my wife's head came into view a little and then down again...then up and down, over and over again. I realized that my erection was starting to come back. I unzipped my pants and pulled myself free, then started to play with myself right there in the kitchen as I watched my wife go down on another man. I couldn't really see much that was happening, since the action was below the dashboard, so I closed my eyes and thought about how she must have looked in that nightie at the club, sweat from the light making the top of her chest and back glisten. I imagined her sitting on a stool with her back to the bar, her long, tan legs spread wide to show the men in the room just how little of her pussy that thong actually covered up.

I was snapped back to reality by the sound of a car's engine turning on then a key in the front door. When I opened my eyes I saw the man pulling out of the driveway, then I heard my wife come in and then close and lock the door behind her. She put her keys on the front table and then started up the stairs. "Wait," I said, and she stopped and saw me as I came out of the kitchen to the front hall. "You were watching?" she asked, with a shocked, embarrassed look. She lifted her hand to her mouth and wiped across her lips. "Yes." "I'm sorry," she said, coming down the stairs. "It's ok," I said, moving toward her. "I...I liked it." "You...?" she said, trailing off into nothing. Then she looked at my pants and saw how they were still undone. "What were you doing?" "I was watching." I paused, and then said, "And I was..." She reached her hand into my pants and pulled out my cock, and then jerked it until its erection came back. "...I wasn't expecting this," she said. "Neither was I." I moved my pelvis a little as she gently rubbed her hand along my shaft. "But when I was watching just now...I don't know." I smiled. "For some reason I really liked it." "Well...I liked it too," she said and then smiled. "Oh yeah?" I asked as I put my hands on her hips and pushed her back to the wall very gently, "Yes. It was...a lot of fun." I reached under her nightie and was surprised to feel my fingers sink into her wet, dripping pussy. "What happened to the thong?" I asked as I started to finger her clit. "Somewhere in the club we went to," she said, starting to breath heavy. "Oh?" "Yes. I loved how none of the guys could keep their eyes off me all night. I felt like such a little slut in this nightie, so Anne and I both went into the ladies room and took off our panties. Are you disappointed in me? I started to feel guilty. I was so afraid you'd be hurt." "No," I said, sticking another finger into her pussy. "I guess I'm not. But I did love that thong." "Me too. Maybe you can buy me another." "Definitely. I'm going to buy out that whole damn store if this is what that stuff does to you." I lifted up her skirt with my other hand. "But I could get used to this style as well. Tell me what happened when you came out of the bathroom?" She squeezed my cock and said, "I was so turned on. I could tell when each guy would notice because his eyes would bulge and he wouldn't look away from my crotch. I got so turned on, I almost came just from dancing with some guys." "Tell me more."

"By the time we left, I swear Anne and I were so horny and wet the whole place stank like our pussies. We were so drunk. I'm still so drunk." I put a finger up to her lips and wiped away a spot of semen. "Is this the guy from the car's?" I put the finger on her bottom lip. "Yes," she said, and then licked my finger. Then she took hold of my other wrist and pulled my fingers out of her pussy. She brought it up to her mouth and, looking straight into my eyes, began to lick her own juices off my fingers. I reached behind her and grabbed a handful of her ass. The tips of my fingers stretched between her cheeks, but I found something wet and stick inside. I brought the hand to my nose and sniffed the semen on my fingers. "Is this his too?" I asked with a grin. ""Maybe," she said, "Or one of his friends'. I'm sure it all mixed together." "His friends?" I asked, shocked. She looked me in the eyes and frowned. "Are you upset?" I wrapped my hand around the hand she had on my cock. "Does it feel like I'm mad?" She shook her head. "I'm not upset," I told her, quite honestly. "Tell me about the friend." "Anne and I met them at the club," she said, relaxing once again. "We were so horny at that point and thought they were the safest and best looking guys we'd meet, so we brought them back to her apartment and had...well...a free-for-all. The three of them and the two of us." My cock actually started to throb when I heard that. I was turned on by the thought of my conservative wife becoming such a slut. I loved what I heard and wanted even more. "Did they make you come?" I asked. "Oh yes. Oh god yes. So did she." I raised an eyebrow and said, "I'm sorry I missed that." "I missed having you there. That's what kept it from being perfect." "Maybe next time I can be there to just to watch." She smiled at that and her eyes bulged. "You mean there can be a next time!" she screamed in delight. "Oh yeah." "There's only one problem," she said, jerking my cock faster than before. "You got to watch me out there in the car, but I never got to watch you when you did it. I want to get to watch you." "Well, maybe we can go out looking together next time, or maybe you can set something up with Anne. Sounds like she's even more of a freak than I thought." Paula laughed and said, "You have no idea. Some of the things she did tonight blew my mind." I put my arm under her and lifted her up. "I'm going to take you upstairs and fuck the shit out of you, but while I'm doing that, I want you to tell me everything that happened tonight. "Ok," she said, and I carried her up the stairs and into the bedroom.