Having exchanged our wish lists on Thursday, we've had little time to talk about them.
Last night, Friday, I started the ball rolling properly, by asking her about things on her list. But she suggested we go up to bed early and talk, and take a bottle of wine.
We settled in to bed and I started again, asking her about the "making me squirm" wish. But she wasn't prepared to really say anything specific about that. She just said "I'll take the opportunity when it comes up. When I think it will work". But beyond that she didn't want to say any more. Which I understood.
'Taking me shopping for my own lingerie' ... We'd already briefly spoken about this. She'd said that it was time I had something of my own to wear. To put in my underwear drawer. I'd suggested looking on the internet first, but eventually agreed that going to somewhere like a department store would be better, albeit a lot more nerve wracking for me. I agreed to this idea, so we'll plan something soon. She suggested a bra and pantie set, and maybe stockings too. She had asked me to put on one of her bras, not long ago. But I refused. I now told her that, seeing as how I'd put in my wishlist that I'd wear whatever she wanted me to, I wouldn't argue next time.
'Me being her slave for a number of hours', I didn't have a problem with. It could be fun.
Putting a collar and lead on me, I hadn't expected. She said we will choose something to buy. Not too difficult to agree to, so that will probably happen. But I'm not sure what that will be a part of.
'Shaving my pubic hair', I also hadn't been expecting. But her argument was that she was shaved, so why shouldn't I be. And that was difficult to counter. She insisted that she will do it. She will decide on my chest hair at the time. She was pleased that I didn't object to this idea. "You'll look like a little boy again".
'Me wearing very tight jeans or something equivalent to yoga pants, no underwear', was another argument from her, that I was always asking for her to wear tight jeans "to show off your bum". So she insisted that I ought to be prepared to show off my assets too.
She knows that I love to see her in yoga pants. They make an obvious camel toe. "If people can see what I've got, then they should be able to see what you've got". In view of the fact that I've put on my list that I'd like her to wear an ultra short skirt and/or see thru tops, with no bra, I couldn't really refuse this one.
By this time we were both feeling quite aroused, and I had a good erection. I was laying back on the bed, and pulled her on top of me. She got the hint, and held my cock, while she gradually slid herself down on to me. I was tempted to dispense with talking about my list, but resisted.
So I said I wanted to talk about my wishlist.
First item was my desire to "watch you get chatted up at a party, or elsewhere".
She said she didn't understand this one at all.
Lucy: "What do you mean?"
John: "Let's suppose we're at a party. You've got a short skirt on, and a low cut top. You're showing a lot of cleavage. A guy comes up to you and starts chatting to you. I'm chatting to a girl, across the room from you. I'm facing your direction, so I can see what's happening".
L: "Ok....., go on..."
J: "It soon becomes obvious to me that he's trying to chat you up. He keeps flicking his eyes down to your cleavage, when he thinks you won't notice".
L: "We girls always notice....
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J: "I'm sure you do. Maybe he actually knows that you spot him looking".
L: "Ok, then what?"
J: "He carries on chatting with you. I can see you laughing, now and then. You seem to be getting on well".
L: "Go on....".
J: "I see him put his hand on your upper arm....just briefly. He's testing to see if you respond".
L: "And do I?"
J: "You don't try to brush his hand away...."
L: "And you're still watching?"
J: "Yes. But the girl I was talking to, she's probably got bored or fed up with me, because I'm not giving her my full attention. So I just lean back against the wall and discretely watch you....and him".
L: "But you don't think of coming over? Of letting him know that you are my husband?"
J: "No. Why should I? You're a grown woman. You can make your own decisions. Besides, you don't need me to tell a guy to leave you alone. I know you're perfectly capable of doing that yourself.
And you seem perfectly happy to let this guy flirt with you".
L: "Well, maybe if he's good looking?
".
J: "Oh, he is. He's tall, fairly muscular. He probably works out. He's confident. But not arrogant. He's what you describe as 'well fit' ".
L: "Mmm....he sounds nice..... If only I'd met someone like him before I met you...."
She said it smiling, teasing me.
But I pushed on.
J: "So he's your type. You're attracted to him. And he can tell".
L: "How?"
J: "You know....body language...subtle signs. That you are giggling at his little jokes.
And he puts his hand out and you let him rest it just to the side of your waist, slightly behind you".
L: "So he's close to me?"
J: "Yes. And he moves in closer. He chances a little kiss on your cheek. Your hand goes up, and you gently push the back of his head forwards, towards you. He takes the hint....and he kisses you on the lips. You respond....you allow his tongue into your mouth. You reciprocate. You start snogging".
L: "And you are still watching?"
J: "Yes.... attentively".
L: "But you stay where you are?".
J: "Yes. I'm enjoying the view!"
I'm was sure at this point, that Lucy's pussy contracted around my cock, slightly. Or it was my cock twitching slightly. We were quiet for a moment.
L: "So....?"
J: "So he eventually pulls away from you, breaking your snogging session. He takes your hand. He leads you away. He moves to the stairs with you. You follow him up the stairs. You know where he's taking you. You know he's taking you to a bedroom".
I stopped and looked at Lucy. She just looked at me. She lifted herself up a little, sliding herself up my cock, and then back down. I let her do that a few times. I wanted her to be the next to speak. A few moments more, and she said, "Go on...."
J: "He leads you to an empty bedroom. You go in with him. He sits down on the bed with you, and you start kissing again".
L: "Where are you?"
J: "Does it matter?....Ok, I've followed you both upstairs....at a discrete distance. Now I'm standing outside. The bedroom door is slightly open. I can see you. Both of you".
Now Lucy was slowly but steadily using my cock. She was starting to fuck herself on me. And I was rigid. As rigid as I've ever been, I think.
I carried on.
J: "He puts a hand on your thigh. Then slides it up, slowly. It slides under your skirt. You can feel his fingers, on your inner thigh, just close to your panties. Then he leans you back, on to the bed. He's got one hand just over the front of your panties. Maybe he can feel something there? Some moistness perhaps? Or even a distinct wet patch? .....
And then his other hand starts unbuttoning your blouse. You don't stop him. Soon he's got your blouse open. You are nearly falling out of your bra. He can see your chest heaving. You're breathing deeply.
You help him remove your blouse. Then you roll to the side slightly, so that he can unclip your bra. You help him take it off. He can see your fantastic boobs. His mouth descends on them. You want him to suck on your nipples. To nibble them gently".
Lucy loves me to do that.
She now had her eyes closed. I put my hand out and felt one of her boobs, gently manipulating her nipple.
Her breathing quickened. She was still steadily fucking herself on my cock. I carried on.
"He stands up. He takes his shirt off, then his jeans. He stands there for a moment, admiring your big tits. Then he leans forward, undose your skirt at the side. You lift your bum. He pulls your skirt down, off your legs and drops it on the floor. You lift your bum, and slide your own panties down. You're desperate for him.... aren't you?"
I waited a moment. Then asked her again. "You're desperate for him aren't you? You want him to fuck you? Don't you?"
Lucy opened her eyes, looked at me and nodded. She had a very serious, intent look on her face.
"You watch as he pulls down his underpants. Then he stands still. His cock is rigid. As rigid as mine is now, inside your pussy.
And his cock is big. It's fat.
He positions you on the bed. Climbs on top of you. He places his cock right against your pussy lips. He pauses. You look at him. He says to you, "what do you want?"....."
I deliberately paused, saying nothing. Lucy opened her eyes again. But stopped fucking herself on me. She was very flushed in her face. Very serious. I asked her again...."What do you want him to do, Lucy?"
"You know what I want him to do!"
"So tell me then. Go on. Tell me...."
She looked straight at me. "I want him to fuck me...".
"Good girl.... He pushes against you. And suddenly he's parting your pussy lips. You can feel the hot fullness of his big cock starting to slide inside your wet pussy. Can you feel him Lucy? He's big, isn't he, darling. Bigger than you've ever had before, isn't he?"
"Oh god....."
"He starts fucking you Lucy. I mean, really fucking you. It wouldn't take long, would it Lucy? Not with that big cock stretching you. Filling you up completely. Are you ready to cum, Lucy? Are you?....."
She was getting close to cumming. Her eyes tight shut, her face sort of grimacing. I know those signals.
Then, just when I thought she was really close, I asked her, "Do you want him to cum in you Lucy?"
Straight away she said "Yes.....yes".
And she slammed herself hard down on me, and started to cum. She screamed out loud, several times. And kept saying "Oh fuck.....oh fuck.....fuck, fuck, fuck".
It was probably about as hard as I've ever seen her cumming.
She finally stopped moving, and she slumped forwards, her arms just to my sides, while her tits dangled down in front of me. Her head was dropped down, so that I couldn't see her face.
After a bit, I put my hand under her chin and lifted her face up for me to look at her. She looked at me. She had the appearance of someone who had just run a mile.....still breathing heavy, hair disheveled, perspiring.
I didn't want to say anything to her, but just let her rest and recover for a while.
Meanwhile my cock was still buried in her pussy. I was keen to get some relief. But I knew I didn't want to roll her over and attempt to fuck her. She doesn't usually allow me that pleasure anyway, after she's fucked herself on me.
Eventually when I thought she was ready, and somewhat more composed, I tried lifting her from me. She got the message, and raised herself off, laying down beside me.
I then changed my position, and asked her to sit up. Which she did.
"Sit up and prop yourself against the headboard of the bed", I told her. She pulled a pillow to behind her back, positioning herself to look at me. I moved her knees gently apart, so that her red, wet and still swollen pussy was on show to me. Then I knelt before her.
"Did you enjoy your 'fit guy' fucking you?".
She nodded and smiled at me.
"So where were you?", she asked me, "while he was fucking me?"
"I was watching from just outside of the bedroom".
"What did you see?"
"Everything...."
"What were you thinking....watching me?"
"I was thinking how incredibly erotic the scene was. And how hard my cock was".
"What happened next?"
"I slipped back downstairs, and mingled with people at the party, until you finally came back downstairs. You eventually find me, and ask if we can go home. I take your hand, and we leave the party. On the drive home you are very quiet. And when we get inside our house, you want to go straight to bed. I follow you.
And I make you sit, like you are now, with your legs apart. And you look at me, realising that I knew what you've done".
Lucy looked at me. "But, if he'd really fucked me, you'd be angry, wouldn't you?".
I pointed to my still very stiff cock.
"Does that look like I'm angry?", I asked her. "If you had of fucked him, then I'd have liked to have brought you home and sat you on this bed, just like you are sitting now....knees apart, your pussy red and swollen....like it is now".
I placed my hand around my cock and slowly started to masturbate myself.
"Show me Lucy....show me where 'fit guy' fucked you...."
She put her hands down and pulled her pussy open. I was just imagining that she was showing me her freshly fucked pussy. Which she was, sort of. But I was imagining that it wasn't my cock that had made her pussy look like that.
Now it was my turn to start breathing heavily. I told her to put her fingers inside herself, and collect some of her wetness, to collect the thick gooey juice that I knew she had inside her. After a few moments she pulled her fingers out, and showed them to me. They were very wet and sticky.
I said to her, " I'm imagining that that's his cum Lucy....'fit guys' cum....in your cunt...."
And then it was my turn to orgasm. I sprayed my cum over her tits, with some going up onto the right side of her face. I hadn't cum that hard in a long time.
Lucy looked at me. "Oh my god...." she muttered.
I leant forward and kissed her.
There was a little pause while we composed ourselves. Finally I pulled Lucy down on to the bed, beside me and we cuddled. After a while longer she looked at me and said "What was that all about? Where did that fantasy come from?"
I didn't know what to say. So I just asked her if she'd enjoyed it. She nodded.
"Is that what you meant by you wanting to watch someone chat me up at a party?"
Now it was my turn to nod.
"Well, that got a bit out of hand, didn't it?" she said.
"A bit" I replied.
But we didn't really know what to say next. It was late. We just decided to sleep.
This morning I got up early to make us coffee and breakfast. Shortly after, Lucy came down, and we sat at the kitchen table. I was waiting for her to say something about last night. About the fantasy I told her. About how we'd both been so aroused by it.
But she didn't mention it. We just made small talk, until she went off to shower. Later she said she was off to the supermarket, for shopping.
Which is where she is now.
Hopefully she'll talk about things when she gets back. But I'm going to try and hold out, because I'd prefer her to start the conversation. I want her to ask me questions about what we did, and how worked up we both got, about me telling her the fantasy, her listening to it.
I'll write more later.
Oh, and we've still got to talk about the other things on my wishlist.
. I'll be at yours by 9...."
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, and lived to tell the tale.
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