[MF] The Power of Fantasy [Hot Wife Fantasy]

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“Tell me about your dirtiest fantasy,” my wife whispered into my ear as I sat at my desk.

“Honey…” I started, trying to figure out a way to let her down easy. “I need to get this work done for tomorrow.”

On any other night I would have played along, but tonight the unfinished spreadsheet for an important meeting flickered in front of my eyes on my laptop screen. If I didn’t get this work done there would be a good chance I would lose an important client. I felt bad because I had been too distant lately. I had been working way too much and I knew I was neglecting my wife’s needs, not that I wanted to, it’s just that I was under a lot of pressure. We hadn’t had sex for over a week and I knew it was all my fault.

“You must be hiding something naughty in that mind of yours?” she pried, rubbing her hand through my hair.

“Honey, I can’t tonight, I’m sorry,” I told her firmly, giving her a soft kiss on the cheek.

There were some dirty things in my mind, sure. In fact, there was a lot of filthy stuff in there. There were situations and scenarios deep inside the recesses of my brain that I would have loved to describe to her in more detail if I could.

“Your loss,” she said, kissing me on the forehead with a hint of disappointment in her voice. “But I understand. Got to please your boss instead of me,” she teased.

That last comment stung a little, even if it was meant as a joke. Here she was, a beautiful 35-year-old woman with a fit, athletic build, gorgeous black hair and small, but perfect breasts, basically throwing herself at me. And all I could afford to do was tell her to bug off and leave me alone. She deserved someone better; someone who could give her the attention she was entitled to.

“Amy…” I began to say. “We can fool around tomorrow, okay? I promise.”

“If you change your mind I’ll be up a little longer,” she replied, walking away from me, presenting her nice, firm ass as she sauntered down the stairwell.

I could feel my cock thicken in my pants. I wanted nothing more than to rip those tight yoga pants off her and push her down on the bed. I wanted to suck her tits as I explored her butt and groin with my hands, slowly finding my way to her wet pussy and engorged clit. I wanted to tease her, to make her beg for my cock. And then I wanted to fuck her tight pussy until we both came harder than a geyser shooting off in Yellowstone.

Thinking about these things made my dick harder, and my cock pressed uncomfortably against the inseams of my khaki work pants that I never changed out of since coming home from the office. I touched my engorged dick and pressed it firmly. “Fuck me,” I said under my breath. I hadn’t had a hard-on like this in quite some time. I tried to remember the last time a made myself come and I couldn’t even guess a date. It was depressing to realize that work was taking priority over my life.

I took a deep breath and tried to re-focus on my work. I really needed to get this spreadsheet done and calculate all the numbers correctly. I worked for a large engineering firm and the cost estimate I was working on was for a big client that was trying to build some new high-rise apartment buildings in Seattle. There were tens of millions of dollars on the line with this project, and if we didn’t get the work, it was likely that the company would have to make some big layoffs or close down the office all together. There wasn’t any way around the work. I needed to shut off my mind, stop thinking about sex, and get shit done.

After another four hours of working I had finally finished my cost estimate. I checked the corner of the laptop screen to see what time it was and 2:00 AM stared back. I made my way downstairs and into the bathroom to get ready for bed. I could see my wife sleeping through the crack in the bathroom door. She looked so peaceful and beautiful. It was far too late to initiate sex, but that didn’t stop me from being horny. I closed the door and took out my phone and beat off quickly to some random couple having sex on the internet. As I busted a weak load into some toilet paper, I felt awful about not being able to give my wife what she deserved. It was the first time I had felt truly inadequate as a man.

I brushed my teeth and crawled into bed. Amy shifted slightly and put her arm around me. I thought about the question she asked me, about my fantasies. We mostly had a basic sex life and the only kinky stuff we did was watch porn together. The fact she had asked me about my fantasies was unusual and I was pissed that I had missed the opportunity to play around with the question.

There was one fantasy that dominated all the others, but I had always been too afraid to bring it up with her. I never told her because I didn’t want her to think differently of me. I wanted to watch her have sex with another man. The thought of watching another man’s cock slip in and out of her pussy made me wild. My wife was hot, slim, and totally fit. It was hard not to notice guys checking her out all the time. It made me horny wondering if these men fantasized about fucking her.

The fantasy was always with her and a younger guy. Someone that was in college, early twenties, handsome, athletically built; someone that could fuck her enthusiastically. I wanted to be present in the room when it happened, sitting in a corner or on the edge of the bed watching her get pleasured by this young guy. I wanted to see him thrust his throbbing dick inside her moist mouth. I wanted to watch him rub her dripping clit as she moaned, rocking back and forth into his hand, pushing her groin harder and harder into him as she got closer and closer to climaxing.

I would fantasize about this when I masturbated. It got me rock hard just thinking about it. I often wondered what it would be like to have this scenario play out, even though I was scared shitless about actually following through with something like that. I wasn’t sure I even wanted to, not like Amy would likely be on board to do something that taboo anyway. She was shy with sex. I had been her only sexual partner in her life and it had taken her a long time to get sexually comfortable with me. Maybe the fact she hadn’t been with another man made the fantasy that much more appealing.

I gazed at the ceiling and tried to fall asleep. My cock had become hard again thinking about the fantasy, but I couldn’t sneak away to resolve the situation – as bad as I wanted to. Amy was sleeping comfortably in my arms and I didn’t want to wake her. The soft light from the full moon outside cast warm shadows against the walls of the room, illuminating her petite, beautiful face. I loved my wife so much and valued the life we had built together. I was such a lucky guy to have found her. It pained me to think that I wasn’t able to sexually please her lately, and I hoped that she wasn’t mad at me for it. The last thing I wanted to do was make her upset and frustrated.

I woke only a few hours later to get ready for work. It was dark outside and Amy was still sleeping when I got up to take a shower. As the hot water poured over my body, my mind wandered to images of Amy getting fucked by a younger man again. My dick became hard and I wrapped my hand around its shaft squeezing it tightly. I focused on his nice thick cock sliding effortlessly in and out of her vagina as I stroked myself. I thought about how she would moan, wrapping her legs around his back and pushing him deeper inside her. I thought about how she would look at me as I sat in the corner of the room while I watched them, mouth open and cock in hand, beating my dick to the show they were putting on for me. He would be inside her, sure, but this wasn’t at all about him. I imagined her being slowly edged to orgasm as he slid his dick in and out of her dripping hole while she rubbed her index and forefinger vigorously along her pea-sized clit.

My knees went weak with this last image and a spasm pulsated through my dick. I ejaculated into the bathtub and watched my semen swirl down the drain. I cleaned myself up and hopped out of the shower, feeling dirty about jerking off again to this fantasy. I needed to stop doing it but it was so powerful and hard to not think about. Nothing got me harder than imagining my wife getting pleased by another man and I didn’t want to stop thinking about it.

After I got dressed I found Amy in the kitchen making coffee. She had on one of my old t-shirts that fell to just before her knees. Her hair was messy and beautiful, and her face looked bright and well rested.

“I made you some breakfast for your big day,” she greeted me.

I kissed her on her forehead and embraced her in my arms. “You’re the best, you know that?”

“I know,” she said quickly, smiling at me.

“Hey, I’m sorry about last night,” I apologized. “….and this past week. I mean…I know I haven’t been giving you much attention lately. And I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. Really,” she said as she hugged me tighter and then backed away, looking at me. “I know you work hard to be able to support us. I understand your under a lot of pressure. I shouldn’t have bugged you so bad – it’s okay, it really is.”

I cupped her soft cheek in my hand and stared into her hazel eyes. “It’s not okay. You deserve better than that.”

She smiled reassuringly and kissed my lips.

“I want to take you out to dinner tonight, that fancy Italian place in Fremont, what do you say?”

A huge smile stretched across her entire face. “Sounds like a date,” she remarked. “I’ll be sure to wear something sexy for you.” She winked at me and licked her lips.

“I like the sound of that,” I said, kissing her on the mouth again. “I never got a chance to tell you about my dirty fantasy,” I whispered into her ear. “I’m sure you’ll want to hear all about it.”

“No…you didn’t tell me,” she teased, kissing me on the mouth again. “I know you have something real dirty in that big smart brain of yours.”

If only she knew what was swimming around in there…

I looked at the clock behind her head and noticed that I was running late. I kissed her one last time and went over to the counter to grab a cup of coffee and a freshly baked scone. “I’ll tell you all about it later tonight,” I smirked, kissing her one last time and headed out the door.

I knew I prepared all I could for the meeting but butterflies fluttered in my stomach right before show time. In my 15 years as a data analyst this was the biggest project I had ever worked on. I was confident I did a good job, I was sure of it, but I wondered whether that was going to be enough to secure the client. The numbers all made sense and everything checked out. I made sure to be as diligent as I could and checked and double checked everything for errors. We were offering the company a competitive price for our services to engineer their buildings, and I wasn’t sure if any of the other big firms would be able to compete with what we had put together. I had to believe in myself and hope for the best.

My worries were pushed aside 30 minutes later when the client agreed to a contract with our firm. I was ecstatic. A rush of relief fell over me once the meeting was over and I was finally able to breathe easy.

“Fantastic work,” my boss told me after we showed the client out. “That pitch was inspired!”

I beamed with pride. “Thanks, Jim. That means a lot to me.”

“Your hard work has definitely been noticed.” Jim said, patting me on the shoulder. “Keep it up, buddy. Your impressing a lot of people around here.”

It made me feel good to be validated like that. It seemed like for the longest time I wasn’t getting anywhere with the firm. Perhaps this would be my big break.

Sam, an intern who had been hired for the summer, walked up and congratulated me on the pitch.

“That was great, Paul,” he said as he walked into the break room. “You’ll have to give me some pointers before I go back to school in a few weeks.”

Sam was a junior at UW and was studying civil engineering. He had been a good hire, quick to learn and great with people, two of the most important attributes a person could possess being in the residential building business. I had heard talks from management about maybe giving him a job offer when he graduated. He was the talent the firm really needed going forward and I hoped the rumors were true.

I had never noticed it before, but Sam was the kind of classically good looking 21 year old guy I had in my fantasies about Amy. He was tall and slim, a runner, with well defined arms and a handsome face. He presented himself well and dressed confidently. He was funny and very like-able and a guy you just enjoyed being around. Some people have that aura about them, you know? And this guy had it in spades.

I wasn’t sure why I had never made the connection before. It was possible the resurfacing of these thoughts triggered it. As Sam poured a cup of coffee, I looked at him and wondered what it would be like to see his cock inside my wife. I wondered if Amy would be turned on by a guy like him. I felt a feeling of inadequacy thinking about how he would be able to please her better than I could, but the feeling also excited me and made my heart race. That’s what I wanted, wasn’t it? I wanted my wife to have someone to satisfy her needs when I couldn’t.

“You’ll have to come over for dinner some night,” I blurted to Sam, not really thinking about it. “My wife’s a killer in the kitchen. We can have some beers and talk about your career.”

“I’d really like that,” he said.

“Do you have a girlfriend? You can bring her along too.”

“Nah,” he said coolly. “I’m not dating anyone right now.”

“Sounds good,” I said. “I’ll talk to my wife tonight and let you know a date that works for us.” I poured a cup of coffee for myself and then walked back to my office.

My heart raced as I sauntered along the hallway. I shut the door to my office once I was inside and sat at my desk thinking about Sam and Amy and what they would look like messing around together.

It would start with my permission for him to touch her breasts, to feel her tight, sexy stomach and get to know her toned inner thighs better. I would urge him on, tell him that it was okay, tell him that we were all on the same page here. Amy would lean in and kiss him softly on the cheek to reassure him as she gently massaged his growing dick from the outside of his jeans. He would kiss her on the neck, feeling her tits and then move his dominant hand to her crotch. He would rub her pussy over her pants and kiss her deeply.

I needed to stop thinking about this. My dick was pulsating in my pants and it was getting uncomfortable. Work was no place to be plagued with a raging hard on. But I couldn’t stop thinking about it. It was impossible to get the image of the two of them pleasuring each other out of my brain.

I thought about them both naked laying on the bed next to each other. My wife had her legs spread open in a V, and his fingers were making slow circles around her clit as she arched her back and pressed into it. She was stroking his cock up and down as he rubbed her intently, trying his best to edge her closer to orgasm as she tried to do them same for him.

Amy was moaning slowly as Sam rocked his pelvis into her hand that was clasped around his throbbing cock. *Faster,* she would tell him. *Yeah, right there. Don’t stop.* He would obey and move his fingers faster, going back and forth and then in circles, massaging her clit in all directions. He would feel the wetness of her on his hands, the moist sensation of lust and desire accumulating on his fingers. Amy would then look at me. *Does this make you hard?* Shed ask. *Do you like seeing my pussy dripping wet for another man?*

Okay, okay! I needed to stop thinking about this. It was driving me crazy! I took a deep breath and tried to refocus. I am okay I told myself. I am okay. The mind is a dangerous and powerful thing if you let it get away from you, and I was realizing this all too well. I needed to focus on getting out of the office. I needed to focus on work.

I finally managed to push these thoughts aside and tie up loose ends for the day. It was just after 4 in the afternoon when I left my office in downtown. The sun was shining which was a rare site in the Pacific Northwest, especially in February, and I walked quickly to the bus stop to catch a ride to the top of the hill in Queen Anne. I stopped and got Amy a red rose at the flower shop before hopping on the bus.

“Aww,” Amy said as she saw me enter the house with the rose in my hand. “How did your presentation go?”

“It was amazing!” I exclaimed. “We got the client!”

“I’m so proud of you!” She told me as she wrapped her arms around my neck. “This is a cause for celebration, I know just the thing.”

She disappeared to the basement and came back up with a 30 year old bottle of Merlot from Italy. It was a present given to us on our wedding day 10 years ago. I got out the bottle opener and popped it open, pouring us each a big glass.

“To success,” I said, bringing up my wine glass. “And to my beautiful wife who puts up with me.”

“Oh, stop it,” laughed Amy, clinking her glass into mine. “You know, your supposed to look into the other person’s eyes when you cheers,” she informed me playfully.

“Oh yeah? Says who?”

“Me, if course. You should listen to your wife. Didn’t anybody ever tell you that?” She walked closer to me and hugged me again, pressing her cheek into the corner of my neck. She smelled like lilacs and summer. She smelled like how I remembered her when we met so many years ago.

I put down my glass of wine and kissed her neck and behind her ear. She responded positively and pushed herself closer to me. We kissed passionately on the lips as I caressed her perfectly tight ass.

She pulled away. “Don’t we have dinner reservations soon?” she asked, smirking.

“Fuck that,” I said smiling, pulling her back towards me. My cock was growing hard in my pants and she wanted this just as much as I did.

I kissed her deeply again, nudging my manhood into her. She grabbed my hand and led me to the bedroom, pushing me on the bed. She undid the button on my pants and unzipped them, pulling them down to my ankles. I helped her with my briefs as she slid them down over my throbbing dick.

She went down on her knees and grabbed my cock, stroking it up and down. She looked longingly into my eyes as she caressed my growing erection. God, she was so hot.

“So…” she started to say. “Are you going to tell me about your fantasy?”

My heart raced to my throat and a nervous pit grew inside my stomach. *Was* I going to tell her? *Should* I tell her? I wanted to tell her so bad, but what would she think of me? Would it ruin the mood? Maybe this was a fantasy better kept to myself or for another time. Things were getting hot right now – I shouldn’t risk losing it, right?

Fuck it.

“I would tell you but I’m worried you would think differently of me…” I said, trying to test the waters.

“It’s just a fantasy, honey. I want to know what turns you on. I promise there will be no judgment.”

My heart started thumping in my chest and and I began to breathe faster. My cock was so hard and it felt incredible in Amy’s hands as she continued to masturbate me.

“Sometimes I have this fantasy – ” I started to say, but then paused.

Amy giggled. “Oh, c’mon! Out with it!”

“Okay! Okay…. Sometimes I have this fantasy where I want to see you fuck another man.”

Amy didn’t say anything at first as she continued to stroke my now pulsating erection.

“Would you like that?” She shyly asked finally, stroking my penis a little faster. “Would you really like to see another man fuck me?”

“I really would,” I said.

She suddenly had a devious look on her face, a look that said, *Okay, you got me excited. I’ll play along.*

*“*So what kind of guy?” She asked, stroking my cock slower now, but tightening her grip on it.

“Someone younger, twenties, handsome, in-shape. Someone that would appreciate how hot you are.”

“Sexy. And what would you want us to do together?” she whispered.

“Everything,” I said, looking at her.

She stopped stroking my cock and hopped on the bed with me. I helped her out of her shirt and pants, and we both laid next to each other. I kissed her and rubbed her breasts and then found her groin. Her cotton panties were already moist and I hadn’t even touched her yet. It was obvious she was just as turned on by this as I was, and this made me even more aroused which I didn’t think was possible.

“You’d like to see me suck his big cock, wouldn’t you?” she said, more firmly this time. “I know how much it would please you to see my lips around his pulsing dick.”

Oh, fuck. I couldn’t believe Amy was acting like this.

“Yes,” was the only thing I could muster out of my mouth. I was so excited I was shaking. She spit in her hand and then grabbed my cock again. I reached underneath her panties and started rubbing her as she let out a small moan.

“What else would you have him do to me? Tell me.”

“I want to see him fill your pussy with his cock,” I said to her. “I want to see him push it in and out of you, slow at first, and then faster and faster until he’s fucking you hard. I want him to make you moan as he fucks you.”

Amy pulled down her panties and lifted her left leg over me. She sat down on my throbbing erection and the warmth of her pussy overcame me. She rocked into me as she rubbed the top of her clit on my pelvic bone.

I clasped her breasts and squeezed her tits. I was so aroused I wasn’t sure how long I was going to last. I pressed her hips down into my cock and she rocked me harder and harder.

“Tell me more,” she gasped.

“I want to see him rub your clit as he fucks you. I want his cock to feel so wet inside your pussy as he works it in and out of you, trying to make you come like the good girl you are.”

Amy moaned louder as she rocked more vigorously on top of me. She pressed her hands on my chest as pleasure overcame her.

“More!” She demanded. “Don’t stop.”

“I want you to look at me when he fucks you. I want to see the pleasure on your face as he thrusts his manhood into you cunt, forcing you closer and closer to orgasm. I want you to stare me in the eyes when you finally can’t take it anymore and have no other choice but to come for him.”

“Ughhhhh!” Amy screamed. She pushed her hips into me hard as her body shook. She looked into my eyes, mouth agape, rocking back and forth as she edged the intense orgasm out of her. She sighed with relief once her body stopped shaking and hopped off me.

She started vigorously jerking my pulsating, wet cock as I lay on my back.

“Come for me,” she said. “I want you to come for me like I came for him.”

My dick spasmed and my toes curled and a wave of electricity overcame my body. Cum rocketed out of my penis and all over Amy’s hands as she continued to stroke everything out of me. Finally my body returned to normal and we laid next to each other basking in the most incredible orgasms we’ve both had ever had.

“Oh. My. God.” Amy let out finally.

We both started laughing uncontrollably and held hands as we both caught our breath.

“That was incredible,” I said. “Wow.”

“See, you should tell me more things like that,” she said, smiling. “That’s a hot fantasy.”

My mind was swimming in the afterglow of all this. I couldn’t believe what had just happened , but I was so happy that it did. I was still able to please my lady after all.

Amy relaxed in my arms as we enjoyed the after-sex moment together. God, I loved her.

I felt close to her in that moment, closer than I had in a long time. And I felt complete. Work was good. My relationship was good. Sex was good. What more could anyone want?

As we stared at the ceiling watching the fan go round and round, and as the streetlights pulsed through the small window above our bed, I turned over and looked at Amy’s beautiful hazel eyes.

“You don’t think I’m weird, now, do you?”

“Of course not,” Amy said, reassuring me, touching my face.

“Okay, good.”

I shouldn’t have been so afraid about telling her. We trusted each other and it was just a fantasy. It wasn’t like I really wanted this to happen for real, right?

I had almost forgotten about how I invited Sam over for dinner and now I was nervous about it. I wondered if Amy would think this was a coincidence.

“Hey,” I said, turning towards Amy.

“Yeah?”

“There’s this intern, Sam, at the office. He’s a great guy, wants me to mentor him about possible career paths. I was thinking about having him over for dinner Friday, what do you think?”

“Sounds good to me, I can make that casserole you like.”

Good. It seemed like she didn’t connect the dots – not like there were any dots *to* connect. It would be weird for her to think I would want something like that anyway. Yeah, guy from work asks intern over to dinner so that he can fuck his wife while he watches them. It sounded like something out of a porno. Fantasies are fantasies for a reason, almost all of them never become realities.

I hugged Amy as we spooned each other. My flaccid dick rested up against her leg as I held her tight. I didn’t need to ruin the fantasy by thinking about it more. I didn’t need to go there. Maybe we could revisit this again some time. That would be nice. And she still hadn’t told me about any of her fantasies. I was dying to know what she had trapped in that beautiful mind of hers.

“Pizza?” Amy asked.

“Yeah,” I said, kissing her gently on the lips. “I’m starving.”

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