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Other Men “Who were you thinking of?” you murmur sleepily as we stretch out naked on our bed, the top sheet and blankets pushed to the floor from our hot bout of frantic and glorious afternoon sex. Recovering from an intense and satisfying orgasm, I lie on my back, my right arm under your shoulder, my hand lazily caressing your breast as you rest you head on my chest. I lift my leg so it parts your thighs, push my knee against your soft and moist sex, and feel the warmth of your naked skin against mine. We’re wrapped together like warm dinner rolls in the oven. It was a really hot lovemaking session, you your question seems to come out of nowhere. “I read an article,” you whisper, “that said most lovers are thinking of someone else when they’re having sex. So who were you thinking of?” “Most people?” I ask, looking up at the ceiling, my mood as serene as a good orgasm on a Sunday afternoon can make it. “That’s what I said,” you answer dreamily, as physically drained and wonderfully satisfied as I am. “Well then, who were you thinking about?” I ask, kissing the top of your head. “Did he have a bigger cock than me?” You giggle without moving your head, then playfully nod against my chest. “A lot bigger?” I ask. “I don’t want to hurt your feelings,” you tease with a naughty chuckle. “Twice as big?” I ask with mock anguish. “More than that,” you sigh, then turn your face toward mine and we kiss. “The article said lovers commonly think of other people while they’re fucking,” you say after our soft kiss. “Do you ever do that?” I ask. You put your head back down on my chest, softly, as if pondering the question. “I have,” you finally say quietly. “Today?” “Yes,” you admit, with a silkiness to your voice that arouses me and makes my penis grow. “I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours, “I say. You keep your head on my chest. I had been thinking of someone, but I know you’ll never guess so I let you wonder for a minute. My cock has returned to full size and it pushes against your side. You note that by sliding your hand to it and wrapping your fingers tenderly around its girth. I can’t see your face, but I can tell you’re smiling. “So who was fucking you in your fantasy?” I ask as the drawn skin of my cock tingles in your hand. “Whose cock were you imagining in you instead of mine?” Although you’d initiated the topic a few minutes before, it takes you well over a minute to answer my question. “Tyler,” you finally whisper, without lifting your head. I raise you face to mine. “My best friend,” I say calmly, without dismay or even surprise. “You were imagining fucking my best friend?” “I was pretending her was fucking me,” you correct quietly. “In my fantasy you asked him to. You told him I needed to be fucked by someone big, someone else, just like those guys in the porno flicks.” Scenes of Tyler fucking my lady run through my mind as we cuddle naked after our midday sex. The mental images are fantastic, just as they always have been, just as I’ve imagined them many times before, and as I savor them again today, I almost don’t hear the next question. “What about you?” you ask. “Who were you thinking of while you were screwing me? There had to be someone,” you say with confidence. “Michael,” I say, knowing my answer will get your undivided attention, “from your office.” You lift your head off my chest for the first time in nearly 20 minutes and raise up on your arms facing me. You frown. “You were thinking about having sex with a man I work with?” you say, incredulous that your man might be gay. “No,” I laugh, leaning forward and kissing your startled face. “I was imagining Michael from your job fucking you on top of his desk.” “Really?” you gasp. Then a smile creeps over your face as I nod. “I was picturing you on your back on top of his desk with your dress up, your panties off, your legs in the air, and his cock hammering in and out of your soaked pussy.” Your breath catches as I describe my fantasy of you and your coworker. “I’ve always thought he wanted to fuck you,” I say casually as you crawl on top of me. My stiff dick bounces in the air, searching for your pussy. When your lips and my erection find each other you push down and the head slips between your labia, pushes in an inch or two, then slides in steadily. “I suspect you’ve thought of fucking him as well. In fact, I’m sure of it. Right?” You groan and I give a couple quick thrusts into your rapidly moistening pussy. It flexes and tightens around my cock and you show your delight with a purr. Your juices flow around my shaft and I scoop some from between your legs and taste it. When you stretch out your tongue I give you some of the stickiness we’re generating between us. You take my finger into your mouth and suck on it like a small cock, licking and sucking with wanton abandon. “You mean I was fantasizing about a man fucking me and you were imagining the same thing?” you ask, completely dumbfounded by the coincidence. I nod, smiling. Your cheeks flush to the point of absolute arousal, and you grin back. I know you’re close to your peak, and the huskiness of your voice tells me you’ll come very soon. I reach behind you and take hold of each ass cheek, my fingers sliding to your crack and into your anus. This tiny orifice tightens and flexes with my contact. “I admit, I’d love to see either Michael or Tyler fuck you sometime soon,” I say, massaging your ass cheeks, then slipping a finger into your bottom’s pinhole. “I’d enjoy watching as it happens or hearing about it from you later, and I know that you’d like either of those cocks to fuck you.” You don’t have to think about it long. Looking down into my eyes you bounce on me and nod without answering. “This is . . . crazy,” you finally whisper, your voice jarring each time you hit bottom. “but I want to fuck them.” A few moments pass before you speak again as you continue bucking on top of me. When you finish, you slump onto my chest, your breathing rapid and deep. “When I brought it up,” you explain breathlessly, “I thought maybe we could exchange fantasies, spice up our sex life a bit, something like that. But I never figured it could lead to me really fucking someone else.” “Disappointed?” I say, circling your anus with my finger. You shake your head and I lift you off of me. I move down your body until my mouth is over your very wet pussy. You square yourself on your back and spread your legs wide for me. I press my lips against your pubis and cover both lips with my mouth. I begin licking, moving my tongue in long, slow laps the length of your slit, shaking my head so the tip of my tongue moves quickly on your clit. I push my tongue into you and reach as far inside your pussy as I can. “What did you imagine Michael doing to me on his desk?” you ask through clenched teeth as I suck on your clit. I know you’re picturing him fucking you, and I let you savor that image for a little longer. “I thought of him fucking you to two, maybe three orgasms,” I explain, “then you recover on the desk top, your knees up and your lovely legs wide apart, pussy lips puffy and well-fucked. I imagined him eating your little muff just like I am now,” I say, looking down appreciatively at your red and engorged lips. You sigh and moan from the pleasing mental picture, then suck in your breath as I once again take your clit into my mouth. After a minute or two, I lift my head. “I pictured him penetrating far up inside of you, just like this,” I say, as I reach deep into your snatch with the tip of my tongue. When I suck and lick and kiss you for nearly ten minutes longer, I ease my mouth off your swollen pussy. “I also imagined you licking your own juices off his shrinking cock after he came in you,” I say. “Then you bring his dick back to life with that talented mouth of yours.” I kiss you, then go on. “After he was totally back to full size,” I continue, “you let him come in your mouth and you swallow ever pearly drop.” “Oh, wow,” you sigh, biting on your lower lip as the hot images of being fucked and eaten by another man wash over you, mixing with the sensation of my tongue on your cunt. “By that time,” I say, “we had both come and that was when you asked me if I was thinking of anyone while we screwed. Of course I was. Quite a coincidence, isn’t it?” You’re quiet for a couple of minutes, smiling up at the ceiling with your eyes still shut, then you put your hands on my head and pull me back toward your pussy. “I wonder if Michael or Tyler eat pussy as well as my lover does,” you muse with t hat same dreamy smile creasing your cheeks. “I think you’re going to have to find out,” I say, planting a kiss on your creamy labia. Then I crawl up beside you and cuddle against your side, a breast in each hand.  ~ Patience, Passion, and Pleasure ~  "The older the buck, the stiffer the horn." One of the many things no one tells you about aging is that it is such a nice change from being young. |
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S, nicely done again, you delicious yummy guy. Why do you think we keep coming back for more of your erotic work. V Become a blog watcher sweet_vm
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Very nice work. As always a pleasure to read and imagine. D
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2/20/2008 6:30 am |
We all do it think about others when we are having sex, as a matter of fact I sometimes think of you S and the things we do are mind blowing..By the way you and I make beautiful music together. You say what others can't but wish they were as open and honest as you.
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