Fantasy

Whenever the house was empty, I closed the door to their bedroom, opened her secret drawer, and lost myself smelling, sucking, and moaning alone.

I’ve tried many ways of fucking, but nothing turns me on like being caught between two bodies determined to use me and pleasure me at the same time.

I pushed her toward that fantasy for months, until Saturday arrived and I realized another man was going to fuck her in our bed.

I was immobilized in bed when a fake nurse entered at dawn, locked the door, and told me she had come to care for me in her own way.

I watched him disappear in the elevator and thought I'd made a fool of myself; when the bell rang again, I was still naked and hornier than before.

I arrived with the cage on, my feet burning and my mind surrendered; what my Mistress had prepared left me trembling before she even touched me.

After coming several times, my pussy was still throbbing with one fixed idea: stop touching myself alone and ask her to come for me.

A broken wheel left us alone in the forest, and when she appeared naked among the branches, I knew the journey would never end the same way.

When she opened the apartment door and looked us up and down, I understood that our fantasy was no longer just dinner-table talk.

I closed the door, put on my shortest dress, and decided to obey every rule that aroused me—even if I ended up trembling alone on the sofa.

I lowered the blinds, looked at myself naked in the mirror, and took a deep breath. I had never touched myself, but that afternoon I had one plan: to discover my body.

I entered the room out of curiosity and ended up trapped between two adult bodies that seemed to understand my desire better than I did.

I woke up soaking wet, unsure whether the man who had held me in my dream was a colleague, a stranger, or pure imagination. It didn’t matter.

When my wife saw that man’s cock, her expression changed; in that instant I knew our fantasy had become irreversible.

When she appeared encased in that black suit, I knew I wasn’t paying for an ordinary hour, but to fulfill the obsession I’d hidden for years.

I thought we were only playing beneath the table—until she kissed me with another man's cum still in her mouth.

My wife ordered me to warm the living room, open the door, and listen as another man used her while I obeyed in silence.

When we turned off the lights in Room 4 and Mars bathed us in red, I knew we would no longer survive on oxygen alone.

I put on my boots just for the cold, but as soon as I felt the rubber tightening around my legs, I knew I’d end up soaking them inside again.

We came back sweaty, half-drunk, and far too aroused; once the doors were left open, nobody slept as planned.