9 comments/ 63174 views/ 32 favorites Dress Me and Use Me By: RickeeDavala I've been having some vivid and disturbing fantasies recently. Shari, my wife, is in all of them, but I can't possibly tell her what I've been thinking about. We're very much in love and have a great sex life but these fantasies have made me so excited that l've been masturbating more than I've done since I was a teenager. I've even started thinking about them when I'm having sex with Shari. I thought that writing them down might help me get them under control. Maybe not, but I don't know what else to do. ____________________ They started a couple of months ago when David, Shari's former boyfriend, moved back to town. He's in his late thirties, about ten years older than Shari and me. They broke up long before Shari and I started dating, but I had met him a couple of times years ago. He called Shari when he got back to town and suggested we get together for dinner. So one Saturday evening I was sitting on the edge of the bed as Shari got out of the shower. "I was thinking I would wear my black leather miniskirt and a blouse. What do you think?" she asked. "Sound very pretty," I said. "What panties? You get to chose." "A thong. Black," I said. She rolled her eyes at me and smiled. "So predictable." "Is it my fault you have an amazing ass?" I replied. She turned her back to me and leaned forward to show off her ass. "Beautiful!," I said. My cock was starting to get hard and I reached to pull her down on to the bed with me. "No," she laughed, "you're going to have to wait or we'll be late." She wriggled away from me and pulled her panties up her long tanned legs, then put on her miniskirt. "Ok," she said. "Which bra?" "No bra," I said. "I want to be able to see your nipples." "But what if they get hard?" she asked. Shari has delicious small breasts and her nipples get amazingly long when she gets turned on. "You'll just have to control yourself," I said. "Yeah, like you're doing now," she said, pointing to my hard cock. "Please," I said. "Pretty please!" "OK, ok," she said. "I suppose it's nothing that David hasn't seen before." We had dinner at an expensive downtown restaurant. It was pleasant enough although most of it was Shari and David talking about old times. He didn't seem to have changed much since I had first met him. He's tall and good looking, and now, it seemed, quite wealthy. When we finished dinner he suggested that we walk with him to his new apartment a few blocks away for a drink. I didn't think we could refuse, not least because he had picked up the hefty check. His apartment was in a new building on the edge of downtown. The first impression when we walked in was the view out over the river. "Wow," Shari said. "This is so beautiful." She was right; it was spectacular. He gave us a quick tour of the apartment. The only furniture was a futon on the floor in the bedroom and two couches in the living room. I sat on the couch looking toward the window and the river. David poured us some wine and sat on the opposite couch. Shari sat next to him and kicked off her sandals and curled her legs up under her. Wine makes Shari sleepy and with the glass she had at dinner and the glass she was now drinking she began to relax on the couch. Her head rested on David's shoulder. He put his arm around her shoulder and kissed her gently on her forehead. She looked up at him with a happy smile on her face. And then it occurred to me that from that angle he probably had a good view into her blouse. And as that thought went through my mind I noticed that her nipples were getting hard and pressing against her blouse. David saw them too; I noticed him looking at her. Nobody said anything for about a minute. "You're falling asleep," he finally said to Shari. "We better get you home." He stood up and helped Shari to her feet. We said good night and took a cab home. Shari snuggled against me when we got in the cab and I imagined how David had the same view as I now had of her little breasts and her erect nipples. When we got home, without saying anything, she led me upstairs to the bedroom and undid my belt and let my pants fall to my feet. She knelt in front of me and took my cock in her mouth, at the same time undoing her skirt and blouse. When my cock was hard she pushed me back onto the bed and straddled me. Pulling her thong to one side, she slipped my cock into her wet pussy and fucked me, lowering herself onto my cock, then raising herself up and thrusting back down. She was moaning softly, then more and more loudly until she was uttering a long wild yell and her body spasmed with her orgasm and my cum shot deep into her pussy. ____________________ Shari woke me the next morning with a kiss before she left for her gym class. "You have fun last night?" she asked. "Let me think," I said. "You, dressed only in a black thong, my cock in your pussy, your nipple in my mouth. Yeah, it was ok." She flicked the tip of my nose with her finger. "No, idiot, I meant seeing David." "Yeah, that was fine," I said. "Specially when your nipples got hard." She blushed a little. "That was the wine, I guess." I gave her a little pout. "And there was me thinking that it was you imagining taking me home and fucking me." "Yes, that too, of course," she said, smiling. "Do you think David noticed?" "Um, sweetie, if you had been selling tickets he couldn't have got a better seat." "Well I guess looking isn't so bad, is it?" she asked. "It's not as though he touched them or something." "Anyway," I said, wanting to get away from the subject of David and her breasts, "about last night's fucking. Want to try it again now to see if we can get the meter above ok?" "I'll miss my class." "Ok. Be like that," I said. "But promise I can lick the sweat off you when you get back." "It's a deal, baby," she said. She pulled back the sheet and kissed my cock, and left. I lay back in bed and the image formed in my mind of Shari resting her head on David's shoulder and her nipples getting hard as he watched. And then another image came into my head. In this one, David's hand reaches for the top buttons of Shari's blouse and undoes them; he then folds back her blouse to reveal her breasts with their erect nipples. Then he takes a nipple between his finger and thumb and caresses it lightly. I had a moment of panic as this image formed in my mind. What if he had really done that? What would I have done? I told myself that I would have stood up, taken Shari's hand and walked straight out of the apartment with her. But as I told myself that was what I would have done the image changed again. Now I imagined that I was sitting watching him expose her breasts and caress her nipple and that my cock was rapidly getting hard. Now I couldn't get up without showing him that I was excited by what he was doing to her! So I had to put up with it. My moment of panic now turned to humiliation, imaging him treating Shari in that way while I got hard watching him. Lying on the bed with these images running through my mind, I realize that my cock is very hard. How could a mental image of David fondling Shari possibly excite me? But I am so excited that I can't resist stroking my cock all the while imagining his hand on her breast and his face turned toward me with a confident smile that tells me that he knows I'm turned on by what he's doing to my wife. And then I imagine him saying to me: "You're going to remember this when you're alone tomorrow and you're going to play with your cock, aren't you?" And I imagine nodding my head in shame, and as I had that thought I came with a shuddering orgasm, splashing my cum over my hand and stomach and chest. I lay back in a daze. Where had these weird thoughts come from? I took a hot shower as though to wash them away. Stepping out if the shower, I was laughing at myself. How strange, I thought. That's a one-off. ____________________ But, in fact, it was just the beginning. I didn't think any more about David for a couple of weeks. But one Thursday evening he called to ask Shari if she could go with him to some charity benefit dinner on Saturday night. His date had to cancel so would she like to go with him? She asked me if I minded. Of course not, I said. So that Saturday evening I was again watching her dress after she got out of the shower. She stood naked in front of the mirror admiring herself. "Pretty?" she asked me. "Adorable," I said. I stood behind her and ran my hands over her shoulders, over her breasts, down to her hips. She took my hand and put it between her legs. "Did I do a good job shaving?" she asked. Her skin was totally smooth. I caressed the lips of her pussy with my fingers and she moaned softy. "What panties should I wear?" she asked. "As if I don't know." "You don't need panties," I said without thinking. "Nothing David hasn't seen before." She turned to look at me, a faint smile on her lips. She put on a black thong, then a pretty tight-fitting skirt that reached to just above her knees. This time she didn't even ask me about a bra but put on a cream-colored silk blouse over her bare chest. "You like?" she asked, posing in front of the mirror. "You look amazing," I said, and I meant it. I stood behind her as she looked at her reflection and gently held her nipples. I felt them getting hard. She didn't tell me to stop. The doorbell rang. It was David. I kissed Shari. "Have a nice time, sweetie," I said as she left, her hard nipples visible through her blouse. I went back up to the bedroom and lay on the bed trying to work out why I had made that comment about her not wearing panties. Was I jealous of David? Did I really think that they might want to be lovers again? And then the image of them together on the couch in his apartment comes back to me and I start to get hard. I try to resist, not wanting to think about them together. But as I struggle to resist that image, another creeps into my mind. I imagine that I'm at the door saying goodbye to Shari as she leaves with David. I close the door behind her and I hear the car start. But before they drive away, Shari's key turns in the lock and she comes back into the house. "Did you forget something?" I ask. "No," I imagine her saying. "But you were right. I don't need these." She lifts up her skirt and pulls her panties down over her legs. "That's much better," she says, hands them to me, smoothes down her skirt, kisses me on the cheek, and leaves the house again. I watch her walk to David's car. I imagine that I go up to the bedroom, sit on the edge of the bed, undo my pants and rub Shari's panties against my erection. Then I imagine that Shari calls me from the car. "Did you see how wet my panties were?" she asks. "Yes," I say. "Does it turn you on that I'm not wearing panties against my smooth pussy?" "Yes, it's very exciting," I say. "And that my nipples are still hard?" "Yes." "So are you masturbating?" "Yes," I say again. "Tell me what you're doing." I tell her. "I'm lying on the bed. I'm rubbing my cock with your panties." I feel compelled to answer even though I know she has me on the speaker phone. "That's very sexy, sweetie," she says, then I hear her laugh softly. "I want you to put on my panties and send me a picture." I hesitate. She notices my reluctance. "You won't do that for me, baby?" I imagine her asking. I know I can't deny her request. So I pull on her panties and stand in front of the mirror and take a picture with my cell phone of my hard cock straining against the thin material of her thong. I send her the picture and hear laughter from them as they look at it. Shari asks me if the thong feels good against my ass. "Yes," I say. "So I want you to pull it tight as you rub your cock and make yourself cum," I imagine her saying, and with that thought imagination and real life merge as my real hand on my real cock brings my real cum spurting out. ____________________ I fell asleep before Shari got home. I woke up when she came into the bedroom and for a moment wasn't sure whether this was reality or the continuation of the thoughts I had been having before I fell asleep. But as I watched her undress and saw that she was still wearing the panties she had put on earlier in the evening I realized this wasn't yet more of my imagining. The next morning when Shari was at her gym class I couldn't get my mind off her panties. I took them from the laundry hamper and wiped them across my face, savoring her scent. They were damp. Why was her pussy wet last night? How wet? But as I was having these thoughts, I was fighting to resist them, telling myself that I love her and trust her. I suddenly felt so dirty checking her panties to see if she had been turned on when she was with David and in disgust with myself I threw them across the room. But the message didn't reach as far as my cock. It was hard, and I retrieved her panties and started rubbing them along my cock. And my thoughts went back to the night before and how I had imagined sending Shari and David a picture of me in her panties as I moaned and came for them. At that moment I had to know how that picture would have looked. I pulled on her panties and stood in front of the mirror. How could I have imagined sending them a picture of me like that! But my hand was still rubbing my cock as I stared at my reflection and with my other hand I pulled the thong tight against my ass. I got my cell phone and took a picture of the reflection in the mirror. And then another with my back to the mirror and leaning forward to show off the thong string against my ass. Then a video: I filmed myself cumming over her panties. I sat back on the bed looking at the pictures and video. A huge wave of humiliation swept over me at the thought that anyone should see me like that. I deleted all of them, took off Shari's panties and put them in the washing machine hoping they would be dry by the time she came back. _______________________________ I had been trying to force myself to see my imaginings as bizarre thoughts that just sprung into my mind for no good reason. But after a couple more weeks of the same thoughts I had to face the fact that these weren't something that was just happening to me. In fact, I realized, I was actually working out these scenarios, adding and subtracting elements just as if I were writing a screen play, all the time trying to find out how to make them more exciting. They were just like the fantasies I had as a kid, imagining how a girl I had a crush on would accept my invitation to come for a late night swim in the local lake, how she would have forgotten her bikini bra, how she would let me touch her boobs, how she would touch my cock . . . But the difference now was that I was striving to make these fantasies about Shari and David more and more humiliating. By admitting to myself that these were fantasies -- my own home-made fantasies -- I seemed to lose all power to resist them. They were never far from my mind. Each time I thought of David's hands on Shari's breasts I found myself trying out other details. What if she had moaned as he touched her? Or kissed him? Or even taken out his cock? What if she had asked me if I was excited by what I was seeing and I admitted that I was? And what if she had told me to take out my cock and masturbate for them? And then I imagined again that I was wearing her panties and that they were laughing at me as I masturbated for them. I was constantly hard and I made love with Shari almost every night, and each time we made love my fantasies would encroach on my thoughts. Shari too was incredibly horny and I wondered if that was because she was working on her own fantasies. And the thought that as I made love to her she might be fantasizing about being fucked by David worked its way back into my own fantasies! One night, lying next to her in bed after we had made love, she told me that David had asked her if she was free on Saturday to go look at furniture with him. "Why you?" I blurted out without thinking. "Why doesn't he ask an interior decorator? Why does he need you?" Shari looked taken aback by my outburst. "Because he thinks I have good taste," she said sweetly. "But if you don't want me to go, I won't." "No, of course you should go," I said. "And you do have good taste." As the weekend got closer I started to think about how she would dress when she went shopping with him. These thoughts filled my mind so much that I had to do something to stop myself from being distracted by them. I thought that if I wasn't there on Saturday when she left to see David I wouldn't spend the day thinking about them being together. So I went into work early on Saturday. Shari called me as she was about to leave to meet David. I pretended I was too busy to speak, fearing that she would say something to set off my fantasies. But I couldn't keep myself busy enough. After a couple of hours or so my thoughts kept coming back to her and David. Maybe she wore her skimpy shorts? But they're so tight that he would see the outline of her pussy! Maybe a miniskirt then? But that was no better because her miniskirts are really short and maybe this time she hadn't worn panties. And was she wearing one of her white t-shirts that clung to her body? Or even a cut-off t-shirt to show off her toned tummy. On impulse I dialed her cell phone. "Hi sweetie," I said. "Sorry I couldn't speak when you called earlier. You having a nice time?" "Yes," she said. "We're at the store right now, looking at beds." "Oh, anything nice?" I asked, stupidly. "Some," she said. "But I've got to go, baby, because a salesman is here. Speak to you later." Great, I thought. Now I'm going to spend the rest of the day imagining her trying out beds with David. I went home and went up to the bedroom. I knew there was no use resisting; I knew what I was going to do. I took off my clothes and stood in front of the mirror. As I looked at my reflection, my cock grew hard with anticipation. When I was fully erect I went to Shari's underwear draw. I pulled out a pair of white boy shorts and put them on. Back in front of the mirror my reflection made my cock jump with excitement. Then I pulled a chair over and knelt on it with my ass toward the mirror. The feeling of her panties against my cock and ass was exquisite. But I craved more. So I started imagining Shari and David returning from shopping and finding me in her panties masturbating before the mirror. I stammer some stupid explanation. Shari tells me that because I like dressing like a girl I should act more like a girl. She tells me to pull my panties down over my thighs and fuck myself with my finger. They watch me as I do this, laughing at me. David's arm is around Shari's shoulders, their faces close together. Shari asks me if I'm fantasizing about having a cock fucking me. I don't answer. "I think you are," she says. "I think you're dreaming of a hard cock exploring your pussy." "Yes," I admit, "I am." "So maybe we can help," she says. "Maybe you'll like David's big cock in your pussy?" She turns to David and kisses him tenderly on the lips. "What do you think, baby?" she asks him. "Would you do a favor for this little girl?" He returns her kisses and her hand goes to his belt and she undoes his pants to take out his cock. It's starting to get hard and it grows and grows as she strokes it. It's so big. How will it fit in me? But I want it all the same. She takes David's cock and positions him behind me as I kneel on the chair, directing it to my opening. It touches me, starts to press against me, and, as I imagine him penetrating me, I cum hard, my entire body shuddering as my cum spurts out over Shari's panties. ____________________ I look at myself in the mirror. Shari's panties are down around my thighs and a long string of cum is leaking from my cock. I look like a tramp, so dirty. This is a new low, I tell myself: I've just got myself off wearing my wife's panties while fantasizing about being fucked by her boyfriend. I wait for the disgust to sweep over me as it had before. But it doesn't come. Don't I feel any regret? Has it come to this already: that I'm no longer shocked by what I've done? Dress Me and Use Me These questions are racing through my mind as I look at my reflection. I pull the panties up over my cock. That looks so pretty I think, and I feel myself getting hard again. And I know what my next step will be. I go to the bathroom and take a shower, then take my razor and shave my pubic hair. First just a little so it can't be seen when I'm wearing panties; then a bit more; then finally more, leaving just a little triangle of blond hair above my cock. Then I go back to the mirror in the bedroom and pull on Shari's panties again. So much sexier. I tuck my hair behind my ears as Shari often tucks hers. I pull my panties down a little so I can stroke my cock again. I start to imagine Shari being there with me, telling me how pretty I look, and putting makeup on my face. I imagine that she is getting me ready for a date. She has chosen some clothes for me -- her black miniskirt and the blouse she had worn the other night. "I know David likes this outfit," she says. "He'll think you're so pretty." "You are coming with me?" I ask, anxiously. "No," she says. "I thought I'd leave you and David alone tonight to get to know each other better. I think you'll enjoy having his big cock all to yourself." "But ..." I begin to say. "No but, sweetie," she replies, kissing me softly on the lips. "I can have David's cock whenever I want it. I want you to enjoy it tonight." I'm going to cum again, but then the phone rings. It's Shari. "Hi sweetie," I say. "Hi baby. I'm back at David's. Do you want to come and pick me up? I thought you might like to see David's apartment in the daylight." "Sure sweetie," I say. "I'll be right over." I hang up. My hand goes back to my cock and I stroke myself, wanting to cum again. But then another thought occurs to me. Oh no, I think, I can't do that. But I do anyway. I pull Shari's panties back up over my cock, pull on my jeans, throw on a t-shirt and leave the house, her panties wet from my cum sticking to my skin, my hard cock pressing against my jeans. ___________________ Shari shows me around David's apartment. "Isn't it beautiful?" she asks. I agree it is. She's making herself at home, getting me a drink from the refrigerator. I sit on the same couch I sat on before hoping she'll sit next to David again. She does. She's wearing the tiny shorts I was thinking about and her long toned legs stretch out in front of her. She's wearing the gold ankle bracelet I gave her. She's happy, smiling at David. They're talking about furniture, about their day together shopping, laughing at some of the things they saw. I'm imagining that they'll notice that I'm hard. I'm imagining it playing out as I fantasized before, Shari telling me to take of my jeans and they see me in her panties. This fantasy starts running through my mind as I'm trying to take part in the conversation but I'm so hard and so ready to cum. I think that I should go the bathroom and bring myself off. Then when I stand up they'll see that I'm hard and maybe Shari will instruct me to masturbate for them. But I just sit on the couch and try to follow the conversation. "But we had the hardest time finding a bed," Shari says, and I realize that she's talking to me. "Oh?" I say. "Why was it so hard?" "David has special requirements," she replies, smiling at him. "What are they?" I ask. "I shouldn't say," she says, laughing. "You can tell him" David says. "I don't mind." "Well," she says, "he has a girlfriend who likes being tied to the bed, so we needed to find a bed with posts to tie her too." "Oh," I say again. "That's interesting." Shari giggled at my embarrassment. "Yes, it is," she said, looking back at David with a wide smile. "And it turns out that most beds aren't made for tying your lover to." "Did you find one?" I asked, for want of anything else to say. "Eventually, at the fourth store." Then she remembered something. "David, we have to measure the width of the bedroom to see if it will actually fit." They get up and walk back into the bedroom leaving me alone in the living room. I begin to imagine how they chose the bed. Shari is reclining on it, her arms and legs spread out to the bedposts so David can see if she can be tied up. Stretched out on the bed, her tiny shorts are exposing her pussy to him as she spreads her legs, and her shirt rides up over her stomach, the thin cotton pulling tight over her breasts. They must have both been so turned on. Did they hurry back to his apartment so he could run his hands up her legs and slide his fingers into her shorts? Maybe he put her on her knees on the couch and pulled her shorts down and fucked her. I hear them talking in the bedroom; they could come back any moment. I grab my cock through my jeans and squeeze it hard until I cum. It feels like my cum is seeping out, not spurting, forming a warm pool around my cock, soaking into Shari's panties. I hear them coming back into the room and let go of my cock. "Shall we head home sweetie?" Shari asks me. "Sure," I say, wanting to get out of there before my cum starts seeping into my jeans. I ask Shari if she would drive, figuring that if she has to pay attention to the road she won't notice the wet patch developing around my cock. I spend the journey thinking how to explain why I've shaved. ____________________ One night the following week Shari was kneeling between my legs sucking my cock when I asked her the question that I had been thinking about for the past few days. "So did David ever tie you up, baby?" I asked, as though the thought had just then occurred to me. She stopped sucking me and looked at me with a curious expression. "Yes," she said. "Why do you ask?" "No reason," I said. "Would it turn you on to see me tied up?" she asked. "Maybe," I said as casually as I could, although I had been getting hard all week imagining her being tied up and fucked by David. "But maybe I get to be the one doing the tying up. I think that might be fun." "But we don't have an appropriate bed." "So maybe we can ask David if we can use his new bed," she said. "And how exactly will you put that question to him," I asked. "I don't know. 'Can I borrow your bed to tie up my husband and fuck him?' I'm sure he'll say yes." She went back to sucking my cock, I went back to imagining her tied up, her legs spreads, David's cock slipping into her wet pussy. ____________________ Fantasies are like magpies, picking up bits and pieces from here and there and arranging them in a pattern. By the next week, my mind had worked this latest piece into a new scenario. I imagine we're in David's apartment again. I'm sitting on a chair -- a dining table chair, not the couch. The chair is facing the couch where Shari is sitting next to David. His arm is around her shoulder as it had been on the first night we came here, but this time they're both naked. I'm naked too, apart from Shari's panties. My hair is tucked behind my ears and I have make-up on. My arms are tied to the arms of the chair. Shari's nipples are hard and her long legs are spread. "This is what you've been thinking about, isn't it?" I imagine her asking me. "Me naked with David." I nod, meekly. "And my pussy wet?" she asks. She takes her hand from David's hard cock and runs her fingers between her legs so I can see her wetness. I nod again. She puts her wet fingers to David lips. "And you've been dressing in my panties and playing with your little cock thinking about David's big cock in my pussy, haven't you." "Yes," I murmur. Shari holds David's cock for me to see. "Isn't it great?" she asks. "Can you see why I want this in my pussy?" "Yes," I say again. She kneels between his legs and takes him in her mouth, positioning herself so I can see her mouth move up and down on his cock. He is moaning and his hand goes to her head to guide her movements. I want to turn away and not see her suck him but another part of me so much wants to see them making love. I'm struggling with the ties to try to get off the chair and leave. Shari sees my efforts and laughs. She thinks I'm trying to free myself so I can masturbate. "That's how it is when David ties me up," she says. "He gets me so excited that I want to touch myself. Maybe when we finish we'll let you play with your little cock." She stops sucking his cock and straddles him, facing toward him. He positions his cock below her pussy and with a deep moan she lowers herself onto it. She is grasping her breasts, forcing her nipples towards his mouth. His hands are holding her round ass, his fingers exploring her hole, and from where I'm sitting I see his big cock slide in and out of her pussy, glistening with her wetness. Shari turns to look at me over her shoulder. "You like what you see, sweetie?" she says between moans. "Is this how you fantasized about David fucking me?" I am incapable of answering. She is about to cum. She is gripping her nipples hard and her body is tense as she forces herself down hard on David's cock. She cums with a long wild scream. When her orgasm subsides, she turns to me again. "Would my husband like to taste his wife's pussy on her lover's beautiful cock?" I shake my head. "I think you would," she says. "I think you'd enjoy it very much." She lets David's cock slide out of her pussy and she stands up and leads him to where I'm sitting. She takes his hard cock in her hand and pulls it towards my face. "Here," she says, "taste it." I turn away, but with her other hand she holds my chin and turns my face around. "Don't be so coy," she says, looking the bulge in my panties. "Your little cock tells me you want to taste it. Here," she says, holding his cock to my face again. "Just a little kiss. Just brush it with your lips." She rubs the tip of his cock against my mouth. Without thinking, I lick my tongue over the wetness his cock leaves on my lips. Shari laughs at me and puts his cock to my lips again. "Now lick it," she instructs. I do, tentatively. "Lick it more," she says. "Lick it all." I lean over so I can lick his shaft. I run my tongue along its length up to its tip. My cock is so hard and I so much want her to release the straps so I can touch myself. "Now take it in your mouth," she says. "No," I reply, and turn my face away again. "Suck it, sweetie," she says, "or I won't let you play with your little cock." Tears are streaming down my face. I turn back to his cock and take it in my mouth. "Deeper," she instructs. I take it deep into my mouth. "Now suck it like the little girl you want to be," she commands. I close my lips around him and his hand goes to the back of my head and he's controlling my movements up and down on his cock. Shari's hand goes to the shaft of his cock and she strokes him as I suck him. He is going to cum soon and the thought of him filling my mouth with his cum makes me harder still and I suck hungrily at his cock. Shari senses my excitement. "That's right. Give into being a little sissy," she says. "Admit that you like having my lover's cock in your mouth." I so much want him to cum in my mouth and as his breathing gets quicker I brace myself for the gush. But Shari has a different idea. She takes his cock out my mouth and masturbates him in front of my face. Within seconds a huge wave of cum splashes over my face, spurt after spurt shooting onto my forehead and cheeks and lips. They stand in front of me, Shari gently stroking David's cock as it softens. His cum mixes with my tears and drips from my face down onto my panties. "Do you want to cum?" she asks me. "Yes," I say through my sobs. She undoes the straps holding my arms to the chair and I reach for my cock. "Stop," she says. I stop, fearing that if I disobey her I wouldn't get to cum. "Put out your hand," she says, and I reach out my right hand. She takes David's cock and squeezes some final drops of cum from it onto my hand. She and David go back to the couch and he holds her naked body close to his. "Ok, then," she says, "now you can pull down your pretty panties and play with that little cock of yours." I pull down my panties and start to stroke my cock, rubbing David's cum into it. They laugh at me as I masturbate for them. In my humiliation and excitement, I quickly cum. ___________________ Next Sunday, after her gym class, Shari texted me that she was going to stop by David's apartment on her way home. "You don't mind, do you baby?" she asked. "No," I replied. I put on her panties and masturbated thinking about David pulling down her gym shorts and licking the sweat off her thighs and burying his face, then his cock, in her pussy. She got home a couple of hours later. "We started looking through some old photos, and I lost track of time. I'm sorry, baby," she said. "What photos?" I asked. "My college days mainly. Some trips we took together. That sort of stuff." "Sounds like fun," I said. "It was. There was one photo I thought you would like." She reached for her phone. "Here," she said, "I took a copy of it for you." It was of her and David at a Halloween party. He was dressed as a vampire with a long black cape and his hair slicked back. Thin lines of red dribbled from the corners of his mouth. Shari was dressed as Dracula's bride. She had a small white veil covering her eyes. Her lips were made up bright red. Her white silk dress was fitted tight to her body and cut low to show the top of her breasts, barely covering her nipples. Two red marks were painted on her left breast to suggest a vampire bite, from which two reds streams went down into her small cleavage. Her dress was very short, and on each side there was a slit up to her hips, high enough to show she wasn't wearing panties. She looked unbearably beautiful. "You like?" she asked. "It's amazing." "I'll email it to you so you can look at it whenever you want," she said. ____________________ The next week I had the most intense of all my fantasies about Shari and David. The three of us are at a Halloween party. They're dressed as they were in the picture. I'm dressed just like Shari in a white dress and we're made up to look like Dracula's twin brides. David is dancing with Shari. When they finish he asks me to dance with him. I'm reluctant but Shari insists. David takes my hand and leads me to the dance floor. Shari is smiling at me from across the room. The music changes to a slow tune and I start to leave to walk back to Shari but David takes my arm and stops me. "Let's dance some more," he says. He holds me close to him and I instinctively put my arms around him and we dance slowly together. After a few moments I relax and allow him to guide me, my head now resting on his shoulder. I'm enjoying his hands pressing on my back and my body pressing against his. And as I'm relaxing my cock begins to get hard. I'm not concerned about it. It seems natural that I should get excited in his arms. He holds me closer still and one hand slides down my back and rests on my ass. I emit a soft sigh of pleasure. "You like that?" he asks. "Yes," I say. I feel his hand slide into the slit on the side of my dress and touch my bare flesh. I'm not wearing panties but it's dark on the dance floor and I tell myself that no-one will see his hand caress my ass. I moan a little more and press my body harder against his. His finger searches for my opening. He finds it and his finger slips into me. I lean back onto his hand so he can penetrate me further. He presses against me so I can feel his hard cock against my body and I imagine how it would feel if he pressed his cock into me and fucked me as his finger is doing now. I'm about to cum. He senses it and takes his hand from my ass and moves it to the front of my dress. He reaches under my dress and takes my cock in his hand and starts masturbating me, each stroke of his hand lifting up the front of my dress to reveal my cock. "No," I say, suddenly scared. "Not here. Everyone can see." I try to move away from him but he presses me up against the wall and kisses me forcefully, cutting off my protest. "Kiss me back," he instructs. I can't resist. I have to obey and I open my mouth. His tongue penetrates me, flooding me with excitement. I kiss him back and with that kiss I know I'm lost. As my orgasm builds to its peak I sense that the lights on the dance floor are getting brighter. I look around. A semicircle of dancers has formed around us, their eyes fixed on David's hand as he strokes my cock. Shari is among them and she is laughing at me. I catch her eye as my mouth is hungrily returning David's kiss, and I cum, my cum splashing over his hand and my dress. My orgasm seems to go on and on, prolonging my humiliation. David takes his hand from my cock and wipes the cum on his hand across my cheek. He walks to Shari and takes her hand and they leave. I stand alone, leaning back on the wall, my wetness spreading across the front of my dress and the cum on my face shining in the lights, hearing the laughs of the spectators. I try to smooth down the front of my dress to hide my cock but it's still hard and the dress just drapes over it. I give up trying to hide it and bury my face in my hands, tears streaming down my cheeks. ____________________ A few days later Shari snuggled up close to me in bed and took my cock in her hand. "So next Halloween would you like me to dress like I did in the photo?" she asked. "Yes, I'd love it," I said. "You're sure it won't shock our friends?" she asked. "Seeing me in that dress?" "All the guys will be hard for days afterwards," I said. "What do you think about that, baby? Your wife causing them to get hard?" She was stroking my cock with her hand. "Would you like me to turn them on, baby?" she asked. I moaned with the pleasure she was causing me. "I think that's a yes, isn't it?" she said. Her face was close to mine and she was whispering to me. "I think you'd like them to know your wife isn't wearing panties. Do you think they'd like to know that my pussy is completely shaved? Do you think that would make them harder?" I moaned yet more and she kissed me tenderly on my lips. "Maybe I could dance with one of our cute friends and let him touch me. Let him slide his hand under my dress and feel my smooth pussy. Could I do that, sweetie?" she asked. "Maybe let him slide his finger into my pussy? Would you mind him doing that?" Her face was inches from mine, and she was looking me in the eyes. "I think you'd like that, wouldn't you? Maybe you'd even like to watch? Would that excite you, baby?" "Yes," I whispered between my moans. She kissed me softly again. "I'd be so turned on," she said. "My nipples would be so hard! What if he wanted to suck them? What should I do, baby?" Her hand was tighter on my cock now, and my orgasm was beginning to build. "What if he wanted to take me to the bedroom and undo my dress so he could suck on my nipples? Would you like to watch that?" I moaned some more. "My pussy would be so wet. And what if he wanted to fuck me! What if he wanted to put his cock in my wet pussy? What if he wanted to put me on my knees and take out his hard cock and fuck my pussy? Would you like to watch that too?" I didn't answer. "I think you would," Shari said. "I think it would make you very hard." I nodded. "I think you'd be playing with your cock as he fucked me. I think you'd enjoy watching him make me cum and watching him shoot his cum into my pussy." "Yes," I said. "I would be so excited." "And when he's cum in my pussy maybe I'd spread my legs and tell you to eat me. I think you'd like that too, wouldn't you, baby? Eating his cum out of my pussy." "Yes," I moaned in response. Her hand on my cock and her whispers in my ear had brought me to the edge of cumming. Dress Me and Use Me "So who would you like to watch fuck me, baby? Whose cum do you want to taste in your wife's pussy?" The word "David" began to form on my lips, but as it did my orgasm flooded over my body and the word turned into a long loud moan as my cum splashed out over her hand. ______________________________ Shari held me close, neither of us speaking. After a while, I fell asleep. I woke up a short while later. Shari was no longer next to me. I saw that the light downstairs was on and I got out of bed and went to the top of the stairs and saw her sitting on the couch downstairs talking quietly on her cell phone, naked except for a t-shirt she had lifted up above her breasts. I could see her long erect nipples. Her legs were spread wide and her fingers were playing with her pussy. As I watched, her hand pressed harder against her pussy and her face showed her growing excitement. Her lips formed a soft moan into the phone and as she was about to cum she looked up and saw me standing naked at the top of the stairs, my cock hard. A slight smile formed across her face as she clenched her thighs tight around her hand and her orgasm swept over her. I went back to bed, embarrassed at having been seen spying on her. Shari came up a few minutes later and I heard her fall asleep. I lay awake, my cock rigid with excitement. ____________________ The image of Shari masturbating came flooding back into my mind when I woke up next morning. Who was she talking with on the phone while she was playing with her pussy? Was she telling David that she had made me cum while telling me how she wanted to be fucked by another guy? But did I even really see her or had I jut imagined it? And what about what she was saying to me as she stroked my cock? I think that really happened, but I'm beginning to lose my grip on what is real and what I've made up. Writing this down hasn't helped me get my fantasies under control. Instead, it's made me think about Shari and David even more. There's only one thing to do: I have to tell Shari about my fantasies. Perhaps she already knows. I'm going to show her what I've been writing. I'm going to send this to her right now, before I change my mind.