Gee, where do these thoughts come from?
Mark and I have a sexy friend named Olivia. She’s not one of our swinger friends, but works at our bank. We’ve gotten to know her pretty well, and we’ve even had lunch with her a couple of times. I’ve seen Mark look at her with lust in his eyes, even though he doesn’t realize it.
I picture Olivia straddling Mark, and him fondling her breasts with his hands, then seeing him kissing and sucking them in the most delicious way.
Sitting at my desk late this morning – Flash! A picture comes into my mind—a total unexpected one. Woah! Is this really happening? Am I really thinking these thoughts? Do I feel the slightest bit jealous because my active imagination has added this spark to a common workday?
No. No jealousy here. I feel a familiar warmth and aching in my loins as I continue to let the imaginary scene run its course.
Olivia is tanned all over her body. Her ample breasts graze his lips, he grazes back, hungrily moaning with pleasure, she moaning back, because his lips and tongue have made her nipples peak and perky with lust. I imagine that I am both at his eye level, and at the side of the bed, watching the two of them.
She is sitting on him with his cock inside her, riding him the way Mark likes me to ride him. Her eyes flash dark, like lion’s eyes, rich and wild in her passion. Her dark hair falls across her shoulders. When she leans into him, her hair touches his face. Her large tits, their areolas so dark, like sienna, touch his face and Mark can’t help but put one of those tits in his mouth.
They are both in heaven, and my heart pounds with excitement for Mark. I want so much to masturbate as I watch the two of them fuck so wonderfully!
His cock is so hard inside of her moist and ready pussy. They both have desired this so long. She rides Mark slow, and then faster, and then slows down again. She wants to feel that rock hard stiffness that she is having for the first time.
I don’t feel any betrayal. Just a total shift of passions. I feel passion and lust for Mark and Olivia, because somehow I’m sharing a part of me through him, and I know I cannot lose Mark, inasmuch as I cannot lose myself.
Now I can imagine how Mark felt when he watched me with another man. It is a mind-shattering experience to feel that this could happen. My passion overflows and there is plenty to go around!
Olivia’s breasts jiggle and dance in such a sexy way. (I would love to see them do this.) Their thighs sweat and slap against each other as he is about to cum inside of her. She grasps her own breasts and tweaks their nipples. His head reaches toward them, his tongue extended to suckle them again, but he’ll cum soon, and that feeling is so great.
Tension rises as he’s about to cum. His thighs tighten, and that feeling of being on the precipice that only good fucking can bring, is almost making his eyes see sparks in front of them. Mark gasps, and moans, moans and gasp and it is so, so close, that lovely fire and release. . . . .
Ahhhhhhhhh! It has happened! Mark cums and cums, shattering the stillness, falling, falling, then letting go to a delicious wet, release.
Olivia falls and leans towards Mark again, as she releases her tension, and wetness on his cock. Her breasts are still beautiful and peaked, even as she cums all over his thick member. Mark kisses them again. She moans with pleasure, because like me, she still cums and cums, little seconds of several releases. Her body is even more sensitive than it was before.
What a special thing! How horny I feel imagining this unique experience. My own Husband, fucking another woman—a friend, no less! I would never mention this idea to her Olivia. Wouldn’t want to scare her away.
And this is one thing I thought of today so unexpectedly. I smiled, keeping myself in my own little world. Made the day go faster! Gee! Where do these thoughts come from?