“Which is why I am telling you that this is not something you should be extremely alarmed of. Your mind just sought through a bunch of images in your mind and just picked Landon, but your dreams show no infidelity but your will to accept your husband’s fantasy. You are already practicing how to make out with another man in your brain!” Dr. Louise said with a smile. Anita was not sure what to do, but Dr. Louise’s explanation made sense.
“So…I am not doing anything wrong? How should I stop dreaming of Landon then?” Anita asked.
“You may want to search for another inspiration if Landon just wouldn’t do it for you, or you can find another outlet for your pent-up desires like physically demanding activities such as sports. Being tired when going to bed lessens the possibility of dreaming.” Dr. Louise suggested. Anita nodded.
“Thank you so much.” She said and then bade goodbye to the young doctor. Anita smiled. So after all this time, she was just unconsciously trying to accept the fact that her husband wanted a threesome?
That thought cheered Anita up all throughout the day and through the nights after she would wake up sweating from her phantom sex bout with Landon.
Anita and James shared their nights together in many sizzling ways. There was a night when James tied Anita on the bed using her pantyhose, and there were also times when Anita ate strawberries and whipped cream off of James’ chest and belly. Their playful, adventurous sides mingled to form a powerful husband and wife bond rooted in their will to explore and their will to pleasure each other. James invited Anita to watch his collection of porn videos and during those times, both of them masturbate while watching the porn stars fucking on the TV screen. Anita liked that James invited her to see his collection; he never showed them to her before and now was the time for Anita to know what James liked and what would work for her when she tried to seduce her husband.
Tonight, they decided to watch a porn movie about a billionaire man and her secretary, and the two were alone in the boss’ vacation home. Anita thought that these kinds of cheesy setups only exist in Harlequin romance pocketbooks, but they finally invaded the porn industry also.
“This is one of my favorites in my collection. They fuck on top of luxury cars.” James bragged. Anita couldn’t see the point of having sex on top of cars when they could do it in bed, but who cares? Porn movies are not really in for practical purposes but for arousing men and women’s fantasies.
“I am sure I will like it.” Anita said while massaging James’ cock. James hit the play button on the remote and the video began.
The plot of the porno surrounded a handsome billionaire with a taste for lovely cars, and his timid secretary. The two go to a conference and end up staying at a vacation house, but their mutual love for luxury cars brought them to a new level of boss-secretary relationship. They find themselves lying naked on the roof of a Bugatti, with her boss straddling her and kissing her fiercely.
Anita and James came as soon as the porn stars also dropped their juices of cum on the Bugatti’s roof. It seemed like it was raining cum, and Anita and James had no problem with that. When the video was over and the credits rolled, James turned the TV off.
“Not a fan of porn, my hat! You were gyrating on your fingers, Anita.” James laughed. Anita rolled her eyes.
“They are hot; what can I do?” she said in defense. James smiled and then took Anita’s wet fingers to his mouth.
“You taste so good.” He said and then licked off the juices from his wife’s soaked fingers. Anita moaned when James mounted her and fucked her in their simple missionary position, and instead of being disappointed, Anita felt good because she missed their usual sex position.
“I missed this!” Anita groaned. James grunted.
“Me too.”
They continued to pleasure each other until the wee hours of the morning.
Anita felt secured even if she continued to have dreams about Landon almost every night. Her dreams were becoming more intense and realistic, but since her visit with the psychologist, Anita learned not to feel scared of her dreams.
“It is your mind that is making up all these fantasies…and this is to train you to feel more comfortable with another man because it is what your husband wants.” Anita always told herself.
But she couldn’t resist that wanton woman inside her, especially when she got to meet Landon in her fantasy land again. In her dream, Landon was staying over at their house for the night. James left to buy something. Landon entered their bedroom, and it made Anita feel uncomfortable.
“What do you want?” Anita asked, but her tone was different. She sounded angry and curious at the same time. Landon moved closer to her.
“I want to tell you something.” He began. Anita listened.
“What is it?”
“I’ll be honest, Anita. James is out and it’s just the both of us here.” Landon said. Anita knew what Landon meant; his bare chest and low boxers were clues enough for her to pick up.
“I do not do friends. I’m a married woman.” Anita said harshly. Landon remained smiling.
“I know.” Landon replied but he still walked closer to Anita until their bodies touched. Anita couldn’t back away, she could feel the heat from his body on hers.
“Stop, Landon. This isn’t right.”
“No, this isn’t right.” Landon said in a whisper as he used his finger to make slow, circular strokes across Anita’s collarbone. Landon heard her breath hitch.
“Landon…”
“Anita…”
It was Landon who grabbed Anita for a searing kiss. He took her to him, crushing her pelvis against his hard arousal, while Anita kissed him back in equal passion. Her breasts were crushed against his chest, and he could surely feel how her nipples became taut. Anita groaned when Landon engaged in wet necking, his tongue trailing down from her jaws to her nipples.
“Fuck…” Anita groaned. Landon smiled at her foul word; it was the first time he heard her swear.
“AAHH…” Landon moaned as Anita returned the favor by licking him from his nipples down to his abs. Anita then pushed his boxers off him, exposing his rock hard cock.
“Fuck you.” Landon said in a hard tone as he pushed her head down to his cock. Anita knew what he wanted to do. Slowly, Anita licked the head of his cock, a drop of precum glistening. She took him inside her mouth, her head bobbing up and down as she deep throated him. Anita held on to his firm ass while he held the back of her head. When she played with his balls using her tongue, that was when Landon gave up on the torture. He helped Anita to stand and then carried her to the bed.
“I wanted to play around in this bed with you for so long.” Landon murmured as Anita removed her lingerie. She was happy when she saw his reaction when he found out she was completely bare.
“Whore.” Landon said. Anita was not offended at all. She moaned so loud when Landon leaned down and ate her dripping pussy, her juices being licked off and tasted by his skillful tongue. Anita grasped Landon’s hair as she crushed him to her. He then parted Anita’s thighs even farther apart.
“Aaahh…Aaahh fuck me now!” Anita swore when she couldn’t handle the sensations down under. Landon obliged, turning Anita’s body until she was in a doggie style position. Holding on to the headboard so tightly as if she was holding on for her dear life, Anita yelled dirty words as Landon took her from behind; the sloppy sounds of their juices against their skin reverberating in the room.
“You…fucking bitch…” Landon grunted as he fucked her so hard and deep the bed was violently shaking with every thrust.
“Oh…m-my...G-god…” Anita said in broken words, panting in pleasure. She gripped the headboard tighter as Landon continued his onslaught behind, his hands gripping Anita’s hips so tight it will bruise in the morning. They were having sex so loud until they heard a voice from downstairs.
“Landon? Anita? You guys still awake?” James called out. Anita didn’t care at all, but Landon covered her loud mouth as he continued fucking her, making his thrusts ev
en harder and deeper he was hitting her cervix.
“MMMMMM!!!” Anita grunted against Landon’s hand as she came. Landon was perspiring so heavily until he couldn’t take it anymore. He exploded inside Anita, unloading so much cum it dripped out from her pussy and into the sheets. When he was drained, he collapsed beside Anita. James stopped calling them, apparently thinking that the two were already asleep in their respective rooms.
“Landon?” Anita whispered after a long while.
“What?” he asked; his voice still weak from exhaustion.
“Fuck me again. And again.” Anita invited. Landon looked at her so lustfully and she felt his cock stirring again.
“You’re the best whore in the world.” He mocked. Anita gave him a sideways smile.
“You’re a very accommodating office mate.” She replied.
The two had sex seven more times, their grunts and moans silenced by kisses and sometimes, by the sheets. Hell, Anita and James’ bed was soaking with cum when she and Landon were finished, but it didn’t matter – Anita changed the sheets before James arrived in their room. At that moment, Landon was already in his own room, sleeping soundly.
Anita woke up with a naughty smile on her lips. She now welcomed late night dreams with Landon – even waited for these dreams to visit her – and she believed that this was because she learned to recognize that she had her own needs too, a need that could be satisfied by her extremely wet dreams. Anita also knew that these dreams that were there in her mind were to remind her that being more comfortable with herself and with another man is what turns James on.
For James, she was willing to undergo this ‘mental practice’ every night.
Anita went to the bathroom to wash her pussy. She was almost always wet every night and day, and that was because of her hyperactivity regarding sex. All she had to do was to remember and imagine, and the result would be a discreet orgasm under her office table and under their bed sheets.
Anita took her vibrator with her and fucked herself in the shower, unaware that she was now also becoming addicted to pleasure toys.
Anita thought that pleasure toys were horrible inventions not worth buying but when she owned not one but many pieces and different kinds, that she was completely wrong about them. Even though her toys looked stupid, their vibrations and massages could send her to an orgasm, a bliss that was incomparable to any other enjoyment.
Anita knew then that she would take her vibrator everywhere she went.
James was happy at the drastic changes of his wife. He married Anita for love, but when he spent five whole years married to her with nothing but missionary position two times a week, his sex drive waned until he thought that maybe they were destined to share their bed just like that. Sometimes, James wanted to go to bars or hire call girls to satisfy him, but his love for Anita was so strong that he was able to resist the temptation.
Now that she had become a sex goddess, James finally acknowledged the fact that he also had a deep need for sexual exploration. He suppressed his fantasies and needs because he thought that Anita was too prim and proper to be interested in his fantasies, but now that they were openly discussing – and doing – more adventurous and provocative sex, James finally felt one hundred percent comfortable around Anita.
“I have something for you.” James said one night after he and Anita had dinner. Anita looked at him curiously.
“It is not my birthday yet.” She joked, but they were always exchanging gifts whether there was an occasion or none. Sometimes, out of the blue, James would give her a new set of jewelry, a new watch, gift cards, and shoes…anything that she might like. In return, Anita always bought her husband some shirts when she went shopping.
Tonight, though, Anita was surprised to see that James’ gift for her was a book. Anita took a look at the cover and then she quickly blushed.
“True Women’s Confessions?” Anita asked as she read the title. James smiled.
“I just want to help you come to terms in being a more sexual version of your amazing self.” James explained. Anita eyed the book for a while. She never read such things, and the closest to being sexual that she ever read was the magazines she was recently subscribing to.
Anita thought to herself, “Well, James gave it to me so she should at least give these women’s confessions a try” – not that she was that eager to know about other women’s liaisons – but she could safely say that she was intrigue.
“Thank you, James. I will read it.” She said and then put the book on the side. She didn’t know when she would start reading it, but she would. Maybe, she could pick up new ideas from these women’s confessions. Later that night, James was already sleeping soundly while Anita stared blankly on the ceiling. She couldn’t sleep nor feel any need to do anything else. She felt so bored, and although she worked all day, exhaustion seemed not too eager to catch up on her.
Anita left the bed after almost an hour of staring at the ceiling and then went to the kitchen to make a cup of coffee for herself. She was fidgeting around and then thought of reading James’ gift to her.
Well, maybe this was the time, she said to herself. She went to get the book and her coffee and went to the garden to read under the clear moonlit sky. The first story was from a young woman who had a sexual relationship with her dad. Anita never saw incestuous or parent-children sex as something erotic, but then she saw James watching one last week.
Does James like this kind of story? She asked herself. Anita sipped on her coffee and then began to read.
My name is Deborah. I am under anti-depression medicines ever since I lost my boyfriend, Mason, in an accident. He died shielding me from the harm, and so his body took all the impact. He died to save me, and maybe that was the reason why I couldn’t see any sense in living anymore. Today I was to go to my dad’s clinic for a routine checkup – my stepdad. When he saw me, he motioned me to the examining table, and asked me “How are you doing?” and I told him I’m fine. He asked me to get naked and lie down on the table. I have never been naked in front of a man before except for Mason, but he’s my dad so I don’t have anything to be shy of. Dad gave me a kind smile and started examining me.
My stepdad inspected me and suddenly I felt aroused by his touch. I started to remember Mason because he used to touch me like this. Dad continued inspecting my body. His hand suddenly went to my shoulders, my stomach, and I felt hot when his hand stopped at my chest to inspect my breathing. I was breathing hard and I couldn’t contain the pleasure I was getting from his hand exploring every trace of my body, and I let out a sigh when he touched my thighs. I couldn’t take it anymore; my recklessness and lust took over my body and I grabbed my dad and kissed him. Hard. I let my pain get out from that kiss. Dad kissed me back as hard as I did, and we were both panting. I kissed his neck and I was so aggressive. I took off his shirt; my hands were shaking when I removed his pants and boxer shorts. No one will suspect what we were doing in his clinic since I am his daughter. I let him devour and consume me; I let him take away all my sorrow for my loss. I kissed every inch of his body as I did with Mason and I sucked his sensitive part like how Mason liked it, which made him groan. I kept on sucking and playing with it in inside my mouth and I could hear him whisper things I never heard him say before.
“Oh my God, Deborah…that’s it, good girl. Suck me harder!” I heard him say, and I felt happiness because a man felt good because of me. I was so turned on. Dad pulled my hair up, which made me stand in front of him. He opened my legs wide and pinned me to the wall and then he shoved his cock inside me with one forceful thrust. He was so well-endowed and mine was a little small for his size, but Dad kept on pushing his penis inside me. I ached for more as he pumped in and out of me like a jackhammer.
“Dad! Dad! Yeah!” I screamed. I moved with him and he kissed me full on the mouth and cupped my breasts when he finally came inside me. We were both breathing hard after the deed, and when I realized what I had done, I pulled myself away from him, my vagina stil
l wet and dripping. I knew we had stained his carpet and anyone would know what the sticky, milky liquid on the carpet was, but I didn’t care. I grabbed my clothes and started getting dressed, and my dad did the same.
“We can do it again if you are feeling better.” He suggested. I nodded and left his clinic without even saying goodbye. When I reached home, I stayed in my room, wondering what happened and I realized that I wanted more. Is this the cure for my loss?
Days had passed after the event with my dad, and he acted like nothing happened but I can’t forget his invitation for more. While I was alone at home, I called him and asked if we can do it again. Dad obliged and we decided to meet in a hotel. When we are having sex, dad never treated me or looked at me like his daughter. He treated me like a whore in a club, and I like it that way. I love when he rips my clothes and roughly makes love to me. He usually takes control until I learned how to unleash my own naughtiness. Once, we did it in the hotel in the bath tub and I used a vibrator to show him how I pleasure myself. I also gave the vibrator a blow job for him to watch, and I knew he was so pleased at his whore daughter.
It did not end there. We became so bold that we also have sex when mom is not in the house, and a couple of times, we do it in their own bed. I remember the things he tells me when we do it at home.
“Fuck you, Deborah! You are so much better than your fucking mother!” I heard him say to me once as he took me from behind. I responded by putting his hand on my butt, begging for a spanking. Mom saw the cum and semen we left on the sheets, and dad said he took a solo while mom was gone. Mom believed his lie, and that night, I heard them having sex. We also did it in their bathroom, where I turned the shower to full blast and put it directly to my vagina, the jets of water massaging me and making me turned on. Dad watched all of this and filmed all our sexual encounters, and when mom isn’t around, we watch our sex videos while doing the deed. I love how our faces contort with lust and passion.
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