Part 1
A newer couple named Summer and Jason share what they like in bed.
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Jason had been hesitant to tell me his fantasy, but once he had, he couldn’t stop alluding to it. I’d been open to him from the beginning of our relationship: I liked it rough. I liked to submit. I liked to be desired, controlled, and used. He had hesitated and claimed that he was “pretty vanilla.” I asked him to just try. I said, “Just thinking about you holding my down and fucking me however you want is making me wet.” This interested him. He took a hand and slid it up my thigh and under my skirt. My breath caught. “Keep going…” I willed him. He did. His fingers found my wetness and he looked at me, wide-eyed.
“So,” he’d said slowly, his fingers beginning to thrum my clit and steal more of my wetness, “You want me to… do whatever I want with you?”
I nodded eagerly. He stood up from the edge of the bed where we’d been sitting. I missed his fingers, but I was excited for what was about to happen.
“Take off all your clothes,” he said, “And then, um, lie down on your back with your head coming off the edge of the bed.”
Eagerly, I stripped and threw myself into the bed. We’d had sex before, and he’d seen my body before, but he always seemed surprised by it. Like he couldn’t look away. I was addicted to this feeling. He was a boob guy, which helped, because my breasts are big, round, and deliciously soft. I love my breasts. I love when others admire them.
Viewing Jason from upside down, his crotch was right in front of me. He was unbuckling his pants and the next thing I knew, he was pressing his hard cock to my lips. I licked my lips and happily accepted his cock into my mouth. I pulled it in, as invitingly as I knew how. I moaned, because I love sucking cock. He put his hands on my tits and began squeezing them, pulling on them, pushing them together, and pulling them apart. I parted my legs and began to masturbate. What a view he had, while I simply focused on breathing when his testicles were covering my nose.
I reached above my head and placed my hands on his ass cheeks, begging him to go deeper; to fuck my face as I knew he wanted to. He did. He started murmuring and swearing. He leaned forward, over my body, pressing his stomach against my breasts, and used his arms to open my legs. He buried his face in me, and began sucking my clit as earnestly as I had been sucking his cock. I gasped, feeling the weight of his body on top me, the pleasure of what he was doing to me, and the wonderful feeling of having a mouth full of his cock and a face full of his balls.
I came quickly. My body rocked and I made some sputtering, snorting sounds as I tried to manage my breathing around his cock and balls. He lifted himself off of me, bringing himself out of my reach.
I gasped and my breasts were rising and falling rapidly. He hadn’t come yet – I needed to make him cum.
I moved my body so that I was now lying with my head on a pillow, instead of it hanging off the side of the bed. Jason sunk onto it next to me. I reached for his penis, but he stopped me.
“I don’t know why I’m so embarrassed by this,” he said, turning to look at me, “but my “thing,” or “fantasy,” as you call it, is to watch my significant other be fucked by another man.”
That wasn’t what I was expecting, but I was excited. I was excited he trusted me to open up, excited to learn more, and excited to make it happen.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/hxf9rh/a_new_thing_part_1_mf