Ruth, age 35
Heterosexual
Live-in relationship/marriage
No children
Degree
Health and Safety Manager
East Midlands, UK
My fantasy is written as a short story. My lover Carl and I are in Paris. It's a cold day, and when he comes to pick me up from my apartment he devours me hungrily with his eyes, taking in my knee-high black leather boots, tightly fitted black poloneck top, straight black skirt that ends a couple of inches above my knee, my black stockings, my long camel-coloured woollen coat, and my long blonde hair curling around my face and over my shoulders. I know he is envisaging the tops of my stockings edged in lace, the fine black satin-and-lace panties and bra that I have on, and the matching suspender belt. He leans in towards me as if to kiss me but stops before he touches my lips. Bending slightly, he slowly runs his hand up the inside of my skirt, up my leg from the top of my boot, savouring the sensation of the change from leather to nylon to skin, finally bringing his hand up to the satin of my panties, letting his thumb rest over my sensitive bud and his fingers over my pussy. I moan lightly and he smiles, knowing he could take me right now if he so chooses. He kisses me lightly and takes his hand away.
Today we are going lingerie shopping to a small but elite boutique in the Latin Quarter, where I have a private account. They sell the most exquisitely beautiful lingerie in all of Paris and they provide a service whereby they close the shop for private viewings for account customers. On our arrival at the shop, the owner, Brigitte, closes the door behind us, locking it and putting up a sign discouraging other shoppers. I know her well, but this is Carl's first visit with me and I see that he is taken aback by her elegance and stunning beauty, and I remember the breathtaking effect she had on me when I first met her. She is tall, slim, graceful, and immaculately dressed in an ivory silk long-sleeved blouse, a straight black pencil skirt to the knee, flesh-coloured stockings, and high-heeled black shoes. Her hair is a rich chestnut colour and is tied back in a smooth pleat. Her eyes are green and dance with delight as she welcomes us to her domain, kissing us warmly on each cheek.
Brigitte takes our coats from us and I see her favourably appraise my lover, taking in his long legs, tall 6' 2" frame, broad chest and shoulders, dark colouring and lovely brown eyes. I smile, content to be there with such a sexy man.
We are told that the shop is ours for the rest of the afternoon. We spend a leisurely hour looking around, choosing our favourite items among the delicate, the sensual, and the most overtly sexual of undergarments. We choose twelve sets in total and other items that we find sexy including French knickers, stockings, suspenders, tights, corsets and basques.
We are then taken over to the changing room, which is large and mirrored and has a thick cream carpet and sumptuous drapery hanging in ivory, gold and deep red. We're shown to a large leather sofa and given rich coffee to drink. I can see Carl looking around in wonder at our fine surroundings, unaware of the lovely show that is about to unfold. I have not told him that part of the service is that everything we choose is modelled for us so that we can both sit back and decide. I have seen this many times and it's always a pleasantly arousing experience, so I look forward to the effect it's going to have on him. However, I instantly realise that we are getting a little extra service today as Brigitte brings all the garments in and slowly begins to undress. The change of clothing is not normally carried out in front of the customer. My beautiful man looks at me and smiles in a way that lets me know he is agreeably surprised. I can only nod as I'm also slightly taken aback, realising that we are in for a real treat.
Something in the mood is di-erent today; usually Brigitte and I make idle conversation while she undresses behind a curtain, but today, as she unhurriedly removes her blouse and skirt, she locks eye contact with both of us, smiling slightly, none of us saying a word. She stands before us in her beautiful ivory silk patterned bra and brief waterfall French knickers and gracefully bends to remove her shoes and stockings. Then she slowly removes her bra to reveal small but perfectly shaped pert breasts with mid-brown erect nipples. On removing her panties, she stands to her full height in front of us and pauses, letting us clearly see that she is cleanly shaven, before retrieving the first of the items she's to try on for us. I have my hand resting on Carl's muscular thigh and as I feel the material of his trousers move, I realise that the vision of this stunning woman is as arousing for him as it is for me. He can't take his eyes off her, and he finds the fact that she hasn't stopped gazing at me so erotic. He looks at me then and notices that I too am looking directly at her; he sees that my lips are slightly parted and I'm gently biting the corner of my lower lip, my breathing a little more rapid than normal.
He turns his attention back to Brigitte as she reaches for the first of the garments – a gorgeous satin-and-lace set in coffee and ivory. Once she's fully dressed, complete with matching suspender belt, stockings and shoes, she then walks towards us and stands a little way in front so that we can admire the e-ect of the rich material against her faultless skin. Then, turning away, she returns to the centre of the room and lets us admire her from a distance.
With every change of luxurious lingerie, she slowly and tantalisingly removes each item and pauses for us to take in her perfect frame before adorning herself with another item. As she approaches to show us the lingerie, each time she's standing closer and closer. She is now not only looking at me, but spending long moments gazing at Carl too. The grace of her movements and her unfaltering stare is truly hypnotic and we are both spellbound. I can feel my nipples harden and my pussy is aching with desire at the sight of such elegant beauty. Her eyes drop briefly to his crotch and I see them twinkle as she notes his trousers are straining where his hardened cock is desperate to be set free.
When she has worked her way through all the items, she puts our final choice on: a very sheer white bra and panties edged with white satin. The e-ect against her olive skin is incredible. She makes her way towards us, feline in her movements, until she's standing so close that her knee is touching mine. She reaches down and takes my hand and gently pulls me towards her, encouraging me to feel the garments she's wearing and look more closely at them. I run my fingers over the sheer fabric, over the top line of the panties and dropping my fingers until they are an inch above where her beautiful sex slit begins. Moving up her body, I run my finger along the bottom of the bra, stopping in the middle of her breast and then running my thumb upwards over her fully erect nipple. With my other hand I caress her neckline, reaching around to the back of her hair, releasing it from its tidy pleat and letting her lush thick mane fall down around her shoulders. She puts her hand into my hair and pulls my face towards her, stopping briefly to look at my sexy lover; she then turns back towards me and kisses me deeply. Carl looks at us frozen in place, struck by the contrast of me clad entirely in black against her in the finest, flimsiest, pure white lingerie. The contrast is staggering and his proud cock twitches uncontrollably.
Slowly this divine creature pulls away from me, leading me by the hand and beckoning for him to follow us. She takes us over to one side of the dressing room, where behind one of the heavy curtains is a hidden door. She opens it and we follow her through. We find ourselves in an opulent bedroom, with a large bed at its centre made up with ivory satin sheets. The room also boasts several comfortable chairs and sheer chi-on hanging all around the walls, softening the edges and making it feel like a dreamscape.
She leads me over to the middle of the room next to the bed and slowly begins removing my clothes, kissing each part of my flesh that's being exposed as she works her way down my body. Finally we are standing together only in our lingerie, hers so pure and white and mine so black, and we kiss intensely, our tongues fucking and gently biting each other's lips, our breath shallow and our skin deliciously warm on each other. We lie on the bed together and continue kissing, hands running over each other's bodies. She pulls away from me slowly and we both t
urn to look at my man – he needs no more invitation and immediately begins to remove his clothes until he's naked. We see his beautifully engorged cock, and Brigitte moans delightedly when he joins us on the bed. The three of us spend a long time kissing and touching, with Carl slowly removing our undergarments, tasting and licking us as he does so.
Gently, Brigitte and I lay Carl back on the pillows, and between us we begin to cover his body with our mouths, working our way towards his lovely thick long cock. My mouth is already desperate to taste him and eager to lick away the pre-come that I can see oozing from the end of his delicious shaft. Together she and I lick his length slowly, delectably making our way up to the swollen purple head. Our lovely friend then moves back down Carl's shaft to concentrate on licking and suckling on his balls, while I take the shiny head of his dick into my mouth and watch as his eyes involuntarily roll backwards in absolute delight. She and I continue to please him, changing positions, but continually ensuring he's licked and sucked into a frenzy. We perform on him very slowly and deliberately, making his orgasm as prolonged as possible, until eventually Brigitte slides him into her mouth. Fucking her beautiful face, he can hold back no longer and shoots his hot cream deep into her throat. She pulls away and comes to me, kissing me deeply, sharing with me Carl's warm salty juices, letting me taste his sexiness and making me long for so much more.
Leaving him to luxuriate in his orgasmic glow, she and I fall to the bed together beside him, still kissing before I pull away and turn myself slowly around, kissing the length of her beautiful body until I reach her musky, moist sex. I can't wait to have her and I immediately bury my face in her cunt, making her moan deeply. She follows my lead and slides her rigid tongue into my soaking inner hole, but I tell her to take it easy and not to let me come. My handsome man raises himself on his elbow beside us and watches as we tongue-fuck each other's pussies right in front of him and he delicately strokes our skin, mesmerised by the act of sensual passionate love between us. Working on her lips and tight hole with my fingers and licking and sucking her clit, I take my time and gradually I bring her to an intense climax.
As we finish I can feel Carl's cock alert again, prodding and twitching against my back. I feel a desperate need to have him filling my wet sex slit and, slowly pulling him to the edge of the bed, I have him sit there while I turn my back on him and lower myself backwards onto his once-again hard length. He opens his legs, making mine spread even wider; as he does so Brigitte kneels between my man's knees and begins to lick my clit as I slide slowly up and down his rock-hard shaft. He reaches around and tenderly fondles my breasts while she works at my clitoris, and his cock twitches uncontrollably as I move on top of him. My orgasm isn't long in coming and, as I climax, my juices flow freely downwards from me, soaking his balls. Brigitte bends further and licks and sucks my lover's balls, taking in all my come while I fuck him harder, gathering speed and thrusting more deeply. It's not long before his hot salty love juice explodes deep inside me.
Our hostess raises herself from her knees and helps me to stand with her, again kissing me and running her hands over my ample tits and curves. I leave her standing, but pull Carl from the bed to kneel in front of her while I circle around behind her and also drop to my knees. Once there he doesn't waste any time in starting to work on her shaven wet sex; her lips are swollen and her bud enlarged. I separate her lovely arse cheeks and with my tongue begin to trace a line down the crack of her bum over her butthole and down towards her sex, where I find Carl's tongue busily at work. I work my way back up to her lovely tight asshole and begin running my tongue around the edge and then I push my tongue inside her deepest, most intimate, depths. She moans and bucks on top of us, her hot juices running from her as my lover concentrates on her clit, holding her lips apart with his fingers, and I slide two fingers inside her dripping pussy, tongue-fucking her arse. Her climax is long and noisy as she grinds on top of us, her hair dangling in tendrils around her lovely sweaty face, being more fully fucked than ever before. Her legs tremble and give way, and the three of us fall to the floor, panting and replete in post-sexual pleasure.
As we leave Brigitte we tell her that we'll take all of the items she's shown to us, and she assures me they will be delivered to my apartment the next day.
Carl and I walk back out into the cold day. Still hot from the arousal of our afternoon, we are on a high. But I still feel as if it ended without one final burst for either of us so, dragging him down the side of a building, I tell him I'm going to fuck him again. Instantly his cock leaps to attention and, out of sight of the road, he lifts me, pinning me against the wall, yanking my skirt up to my thighs. Ripping my panties from me, he releases his beautiful length and buries his cock in me harder and deeper than before, pumping away at my cunt like he never has before. Our climaxes come fast and furious, borne of extreme arousal, need and desperation.
We leave the alley hand in hand, laughing and sated, happy to be in Paris with all her hidden pleasures.
Jacqueline, age 36
Bisexual
Live-in relationship/marriage
Children
High School diploma
Teaching Assistant
Suffolk, UK
The fantasy that I enjoy the most would be one that involves myself and my partner, and would incorporate elements of our real sex life, including swinging. I imagine us in the Jacuzzi of the spa that we go to occasionally. It is full of couples and one beautiful blonde in her mid-30s. My partner and I are relaxing, leaning back against the side of the Jacuzzi watching couples and small groups getting together, kissing and fucking each other both in the Jacuzzi and on the side. I am feeling very horny as he slips his arm around me and fondles my pierced nipple. I can feel someone's foot sliding up my leg and stroking the inside of my thigh. I look across and realise that the blonde I noticed earlier is the owner of the leg. I smile at her and she takes the initiative and comes over and slides in next to me. As I turn to kiss my partner, my tits rise up out of the bubbles and she leans down to take one of my nipples into her mouth and sucks hard. I can feel myself starting to come and my partner can feel my body tense so he slides his hand down to my pussy and rubs on my clit. Almost instantaneously I come and even in the water it's possible to feel that I am gushing.
My new lady friend takes hold of my hand and suggests that the three of us go upstairs to one of the rooms. As we climb the stairs, she moves towards a private room, but I have other ideas and lead us into a large room with soft lighting and a huge round bed. The three of us settle ourselves down on the bed and I turn to kiss the lady, sliding my hands up and down her curvy body. My partner lies behind me, kissing my shoulders and running his hands over me in reflection of how I touch her. The three of us are so engrossed that we don't hear the door open or notice the people who have walked in and are settling themselves on chairs around the bed. By now, I am aching to taste her and to feel him inside me. I turn her onto her back and raise her legs up so that I can push my face into her wet shaven pussy. I love the taste of her and enjoy licking her clit and sliding my pierced tongue in and out of her. She bucks her hips up and down against my face, and I enjoy the sweetness of her. It's not long before I feel my partner slide his huge hard cock inside me. The first thrust is so powerful that I'm pushed even further against her, which she obviously enjoys because she pulls my head into her with both hands. I love the taste of her but I want her to fulfil a long time fantasy of mine. I pull away from her and she slides around so that her face is upside-down against mine. We kiss for a while and then I whisper into her ear my unfulfilled fantasy. She says nothing, but slides further down underneath me until she reaches my clit. Now I am in ecstasy; not only do I have the man that I love, and who satisfies me like no one else ever has before, sliding in and out of my pussy with his hard thick cock, but I also have a beautiful buxom blonde licking and sucking on my clit. It feels amazing and just gets better when I reach down and suck on her nipples.
As I glance up be
fore changing to suck the other nipple, I notice the people watching us. This excites me even more because I know that as much as they might want to join us it isn't going to happen; this is about the three of us, no one else. I just know that I am going to gush and squirt again and just as I'm about to explode, my partner pulls his cock out of my tight wet pussy and I gush into her mouth with the force of a waterfall. It obviously wasn't what she was expecting, but despite a few splutters she takes it all down and swallows. My partner is kneeling on the bed wanking on his cock and looking gorgeous with beads of sweat trickling down his chest. I pull her towards me and ask her to kneel before him with her hands behind her back and her mouth open; meanwhile I lie down underneath him and open my mouth so that I can take his balls into my mouth and suck on them and lick them, flicking the end of my tongue against the base of his cock. I just know that he's going to explode all over her face when he comes and I know that she is going to be shocked with the amount of come. It's obvious that he is in control because, despite the fact that he's clearly on the edge, he is holding it back and savouring the power. When I feel his balls go hard I know it's not going to be long before he comes, and sure enough I feel the thrusts and hear her shocked squeal as he comes all over her face. I slide out and kneel in front of her and hold the back of her head. She looks at me and I pull her towards me and kiss her deeply, feeling the warm sticky come rub off onto my face and into my mouth. It's amazing.
Gillian, age 44
Bisexual
Live-in relationship/marriage
Children
College degree
Writer/Mother
Somerset, UK
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