Confessions of a Male Lesbian

A subtle mixture of random thoughts and quite lurid details describing quite explicit fantasies I have of my wife who happens to be my favorite sex partner with an understanding to the reader that various silliness may crop up unrelated to the aforementioned and quite naughty imagery.

Friday, October 08, 2004

Delicious

“So…anyone going to come in here and fuck me or what?”

You remained on the bed, the comforter folded on the couch next to the desk near the fireplace. The flames producing just the right atmosphere for your needs. The big pillows were placed to cushion your neck, keeping your head in a relaxed position. The wrought iron loops and curves of the headboard within easy, overhead reach for whenever you needed something to hold on to as you imagined your body being ground hard and savagely into the mattress.

The thoughts of letting your sluttiness come out to play tonight had kept your pussy damp for nearly all evening. You had spent a rather unusual amount of time getting ready for the after dinner get-together. Combining an awareness of your underlying attractiveness to men plus a tight sweater and bra that showcased your large, nicely uplifted breasts, you added a higher level of sexuality in having applied what could be taken as somewhat whorish make-up. But that would be the point for this particular evening. Your husband certainly wasn’t available and quite a few of the guys at this seminar were really hot so your desires of having a man inside of you for the night seemed quite tempting. Your open personality, laughter and genuine interest in conversation with quite a few of those men in the last few days would snag at least a few. You had considered one of the men, tall and good looking, on day one but this morning you reconsidered having more than just him.

So tonight you made the extended rounds. You limited yourself to just a minimum of the offered champagne. Your high heels clicked assuredly on the stone floor as you approached most of the participants and engaged in some chit chat, some business. And for some others, you spent a little more time by passing not just your business cards with your room number and the word “midnight” written on and circled but casually provided two condoms to the men as well. Their initial quizzical look brushed aside as you leaned to kiss them on the cheek…a brief, usually normal occurrence but, for them, you lingered a second or two more than usual, before you then brushed your lips quickly against their ear. You could feel their heat, sensing their gaze on your ass as you casually moved on to someone else. More than once, you would catch one of them checking you more intently…sometimes directly into your eyes and sometimes appreciating the aroused outlines of your nipples.

You answered the door but not exactly dressed in the most appropriate manner for the earlier function. It was just too warm in the room and you had removed the sweater and skirt combination. You reapplied your lipstick and added the body glitter that got your husband hard. Your soft hands stroked your chest and belly as you smoothed the glitter onto your skin. Your tits showcased by a new black bra your husband actually hadn’t seen yet and the black thong matched the bra and the high heels just perfectly. So interesting that each of the men that you allowed to enter agreed with your own image of yourself. You felt completely comfortable with them. But there were some rules. And you were comfortable that they would abide. Your thong was becoming soaked as it burrowed up in your folds. Knowing that a lot of men were watching your smooth, curved body. Quite certain that each one was wanting to watch you slowly take off that bra, revealing your tits. You felt totally at ease in displaying your ass to these guys as you enjoyed the power of showing off your sexuality, knowing full well and very excitedly that your wet cunt was going to be filled with hard cocks tonight. You walked around them as you discussed the ground rules. First, condoms to be used if anyone wanted to fuck your pussy. Second, you were willing to get them hard with a blow job but preferred not to feel anyone cum in your mouth. Anal was possible but it would depend…. You suggested that they all get undressed as you went into the bedroom. As you just got to the doorway, you had turned back and added the other rule: only one at a time.

Your bedroom request was soon answered. You allowed your legs to slowly stretch toward him and then your thighs spread. You had decided to apply a lot of lubricant to both your cunt and to the rim of your ass. You didn’t want to have to worry about not staying wet for your friends. M--- stepped in, a quite long cock fully rigid, wrapped as requested. It would have been nice to feel the actual flesh but…you slowly closed your eyes as you felt him press on to your thighs. Your hands reaching back for the iron work as you felt him slide smoothly and deep inside. You let out a long sigh as he began. Fourteen more to go. One at a time. One at a very delicious time.