A Simple Affair–Vic’s Fantasy

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It’s 3am and I can’t sleep. You would think that after helping Cheryl fulfill her anal sex fantasy I would be tired enough to sleep, but a nagging thought is keeping me awake. Next month it’s my turn to present my fantasy so Cheryl can help me see it to fruition. I know, it’s a long time off and I shouldn’t be worrying about it right now, but there’s something gnawing at me, something big. As we lay together after our intense lovemaking session tonight, Cheryl made a remark about a threesome. She rightfully assumed that most men have a fantasy at one time or another about bringing another woman into the bedroom. A threesome, a menage a trois, if you will. While I’m like any other man and would normally jump at the chance to participate in that, I can’t bring myself to ask that of Cheryl. You see, I was looking for a soulmate when I met her. My life was in the pits because of Elaine cutting me off over six years ago. I thought that love had passed me by and then she was there. I love this woman with every fiber of my being, so there’s no way I’m going to chance ruining that love by suggesting that I need another woman with her in my bed. That’s all fine and good, but Cheryl tells me tonight that there’s nothing she won’t do to help me fulfill my fantasy including a threesome. Now I’m so confused I can’t sleep. Meanwhile, the love of my life is lying next to me sleeping the sleep of the contented. Go figure. The next day, Sunday, I mope around all day. Cheryl smiles at me every chance she gets. She’s tormenting me because she somehow knows I didn’t get much sleep last night. Either that, or she’s just happy that everything went well for our first fantasy night. I’d like to think it’s the latter, but the cynic in me still thinks she’s laughing at me on the inside. I’ll say this: she has the sweetest smile. It hasn’t happened, but if we ever had a fight or misunderstanding all she would have to do is smile at me and I would turn Escort Erenköy to putty. I love her more each day. That’s why my fantasy decision is making things so difficult for me. A couple of days later I’m at work listening to two of my friends. They are much younger than me and one of them, Sam, is single. Sam’s a pretty good looking guy and he has his share of luck with the ladies. He was talking with Jason, the other friend, about the night he had at a local strip club. “I’m telling you, Jason, this place is something else. This chick I met the other week, I took her there and the fucking dancers wouldn’t leave us alone. It’s like this chick was a magnet for strippers.” “What’s that, Sam?” I asked. “Which strip club are you talking about this time?” “Bazooka’s Showgirls,” said Sam. “It’s near downtown. Are you thinking of going there, Vic? I’ve got some free passes if you’re interested.” “I’ll let you know, Sam. I’m not sure that Cheryl is crazy about the idea of me going to a strip club.” “Vic, you should take her with you,” Sam said. “I couldn’t believe how the girls were so attracted to that chick I was with. Rumor has it that most strippers are lesbians anyway, and I’m sure that there aren’t many women that frequent the clubs. It could be that seeing a woman gets their juices flowing, in a manner of speaking. Besides, Cheryl might like the extra attention, you never know.” The more I thought about it, the better it seemed. I could take Cheryl and maybe we could get a private dance for the two of us. That would be like having a threesome without the actual sex. It would be a fun night out and I wouldn’t feel guilty about it. Those passes might not be so bad after all. Over the next three weeks I dropped subtle hints to Cheryl about me going out to one of the clubs some night. She never seemed overly enthusiastic about it, but she never completely nixed the idea. Cheryl also became içerenköy escort more comfortable wearing her new nipple ring that she had gotten for her fantasy. The Wednesday of “fantasy week”, as I called it, she was in the shower before bedtime as I lay in bed. When she got done, she came out of the bathroom with her big towel wrapped around her body. She stood before me next to the bed and slowly uncovered first one breast, then the other. She had the ring on, and was doing some kind of “peekaboo” thing with the towel, flashing her breasts like a stripper would. It suddenly dawned on me that this was exactly what she was doing, giving me a little strip tease. Maybe she was warming up to the idea of me going out, but maybe this was her way of telling me that I could get it at home just as easily. Then she dropped the towel completely, standing before me in her stunning nakedness. She was playing with her breasts, making sure to tug on the nipple ring for emphasis. She bent down to offer them to me. “Vic, I need you to suck on them. They’re so sensitive after I’ve showered and only your lips will give them what they need.” I sucked on her right nipple, the one without the ring, feeling it grow big and hard as I sucked and rolled it around my mouth. Cheryl was moaning as I did this, but her moans grew louder when I switched to the left breast and the shiny gold ring which was attached. I was amazed at how sensitive it was to her with just that little piercing added to her taut nipple. I tried something different as I sucked on it, clamping my mouth and teeth onto the ring and pulling hard on it. Cheryl squealed as I did that and I became hard just listening to her panting. After a few minutes of giving her nipples a tongue bath, Cheryl pushed me back onto the bed and mounted me, my hard cock sliding easily into her hot, wet pussy. Cheryl bobbed up and down on me as she played with her Tuzla escort bayan breasts, moaning and panting all the time she was fucking me. In no time at all she began to cum, her moans turning into screams of joy. Some of her juices leaked out during her orgasm and soaked my cock and thighs. That was all I needed. “Cheryl, I’m cumming!” I shouted. “I’m cumming!” Cheryl quickly got off my throbbing dick and took me into her mouth just as I began to squirt thick streams of cum. She gobbled down what she could and then sucked and licked what had spilled, using her mouth and tongue to clean my cock. Once she was satisfied that I was clean she pulled away and snuggled next to me on the bed, her head on my chest. “You were in need of a quickie, weren’t you?” I asked her. “What got you so worked up tonight, honey?” “I was thinking about you in the tittie bar, surrounded by women who will do anything to you for money. I wanted you to know that you can get a private show at home for free. And you always have a happy ending.” She kissed me lightly on the lips and I could still taste my cum on her. “Well, honey, I know that none of those strippers can do for me what you do. I love you. But I need to ask you something.” “By all means.” she replied. “Ask away.” “Cheryl, dear, would you do me the honor of being my date Saturday night? I’ve decided that for my fantasy I want to take you to a strip club. I want to see how you react to women shoving their tits in your face. I also want to get us a private dance, where some hot looking stripper can have her way with both of us.” “Vic, I’ve always wanted to see what goes on in a strip club, but I’ve been too chicken to go to one by myself. None of my girlfriends have been interested to go because we figure we’ll just get hit on by the guys. I will happily accept your invitation. Vic, that is the perfect fantasy because it’s different and exciting. Oh, one more thing. I know you’ll probably be all excited from checking out all the strippers. You’ll get lucky Saturday night, but it might just be on the way home.” I needed to see Sam about those passes. On Saturday, Cheryl asked me what kind of attire was appropriate. I told her it was casual, but she shouldn’t be surprised by anything.

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