After our argument when I had confessed that Debbie having sex
with someone else was my fantasy, we had been rather sheepish
around each other. The next morning she had come down and made
breakfast and simply carried on as if nothing had happened. Our
conversation was stilted but we managed to talk about some items
in the Sunday papers and as the day progressed the awkwardness
lifted. By the next day I thought that maybe it had been put
behind us and no damage had been done.

However, the public airing of my fantasy caused it to blossom. It
now became something of an obsession. Just as they say
celebrities crave the oxygen of publicity, so it seemed my
fantasy needed vocalisation. Once it had been spoken it began to
flourish unchecked. It was as if it was at its peak all the time
now. I was having to sneak off to the toilet at work to
masturbate about Debbie in a variety of sexually scenarios.
During the following week I imagined her having sex with three
teenage boys in the park, sucking off my boss in my office,
letting a married couple in a restaurant masturbate her and
stripping for my friends. I hadn't dared initiate sex with her
since the argument, so I was wanking with the frequency of a
teenager now.

All this would be manageable, but it also affected most of my
time with Debbie. We'd be out shopping and she would ask me a
question I would have to get her to repeat it because I was
imagining her wanking off the lad who was serving us. I was
walking around in a state of almost permanent arousal. I realised
this was getting out of control now, but wasn't sure how to stop
it. I hoped that it would fade eventually, that it couldn't
continue at this intensity.

Then about two weeks after the initial argument we were out in a
restaurant. We had drunk a few drinks before coming in and were
onto our second bottle of wine with the meal, so Debbie was
feeling quite relaxed.

There was a pause in our conversation and I knew from the way she
distractedly played with the ice-bucket that something
significant was coming.

"Dave, you know the other night, when we had that argument?"

"Look, I'm sorry about that, I was just a bit drunk and.."

"Shh. It's okay. I've been thinking about it. I suppose I
over-reacted a little. I'm just not used to talking about things
like that. But I thought about what you said, about fantasy being
different from reality. And as long as it's just fantasy, that's
okay isn't it? I mean you don't <i>really </i>want it to happen
do you?"

I was so wrapped in my fantasy by now I couldn't honestly say
whether I could separate it from reality, but I was smart enough
not to say this. "No, of course not. It's just a bit of fun."

"Yes, I think we can do that. We're adults after all."

Trying not to grin I asked "So, what about you? You must have
some fantasies."

She shook her head. "No, not really. That's what I've been
thinking, I'm a bit boring like that and maybe I should loosen up
a bit."

"Come on. There must be some things that excite you a bit."

"Well, there was one time," she looked nervous. "You promise not
to think less of me?"

I was intrigued, "of course not."

With a small cough she plunged into her story, "well I was out
running in the park, about three months ago. I was doing my usual
circuit. There was this old bloke, in his sixties probably
sitting on one of the park benches. I felt as though he was
looking at me as I jogged past. He looked like a bit of a dirty
old man, wearing a scruffy black coat and had messy hair. Not a
tramp, but just a bit seedy. Anyway the bench he was on is at the
end of my circuit, so when I finished I went over there to do my
stretching and cooling down routine. I was wearing my usual
shorts and T-shirt, and as I bent over to stretch my calves I was
aware of him staring at my bum. Then he said 'Nice arse love'. I
was shocked, but I just carried on. He continued to stare at me
blatantly. Then he said 'I've always liked a nice arse.' At this
point I stood up with my hands on my hips glaring at him. He
wasn't abashed though. He just looked me up and down, focusing on
my tits and legs. I said to him, 'you dirty old man. You should
know better.' But he just chuckled and said, 'don't pretend you
don't like it. You saw me looking at you earlier. You didn't have
to come to this bench to wiggle your firm little arse as you did
your exercises, but you did.' I didn't know what to say."

I was flabbergasted. This was so unlike Debbie. Trying to sound
calm I said, "he was right though wasn't he? You said you noticed
him earlier so you could have avoided that bench."

"Yes," she admitted. "He was right, that was why I didn't know
what to say. I was surprised at myself. Then I felt ashamed and I
turned and jogged away. As I did he said 'I can always spot your
sort love.' I could still hear him cackling as I left the park."

"Wow Debbie. I'm glad you told me. I have to admit I'm a bit
surprised."

"You're not angry are you? It's not like I wanted anything to
happen, he was fairly horrid, but I did feel a bit excited by the
sordidness of it all."

"No, I'm not angry. To be honest I'm turned on. I wish you'd told
me before." I was very turned on and had a painful erection under
the table.

She smiled at this, "well I felt ashamed and dirty. I didn't know
about your fantasy at the time and I think that might have been
why I reacted so strongly when you told me. I had been struggling
with myself since that incident and I think partly my anger at
you was directed at myself also.

"What worried me was his comment about spotting my sort. What did
he mean by that?"

"I don't know, probably says it to all the women. Or perhaps he
meant just sexy women."

"Do you think I'm sexy?"

"God yes," I answered with more enthusiasm than she was
expecting.

She giggled. "See I don't really think of myself as sexy. It's
never really bothered me much, sex. But that encounter and then
your fantasy have set me thinking and maybe I should think of
myself as sexy."

"Believe me Debbie, you are very sexy. I see it everywhere we go
men look at you. You're not sexy in an upfront, obvious way, but
I think it's the way you carry yourself. It certainly turns me
on."

She blushed, "thanks. See? I didn't really know that, and I
should do. Anyway, back to the dirty old man. I don't think
that's what he meant. I think he meant he could spot someone who
liked being spoken to like that. And that worried me because I
didn't think I was, but maybe he could see something in me I
didn't know about."

"I wouldn't credit him with too much wisdom. Like all dirty old
men he thinks all women want it probably."

"Maybe. Anyway, my head was spinning with all this as I walked
home. And then I decided to go back to the park and see if he was
still there."

This truly shocked me and I didn't hide it very well. "You went
back to the park? Why?"

"Shhh," she cautioned. "I wanted to ask him what he meant by that
comment. But he wasn't there anyway."

We both sat in silence for a while. Then she said, "so that's my
confession. Now I want you to tell me something."

"What?"

"I want you tell me one of your fantasies where I have sex with
someone else."

"Debbie! I can't do that."

"Why not? Come on, we're being adults remember. I won't be angry.
Like you said you were turned on by my story. Now I want you to
turn me on with one of yours."

I looked around, there was no-one seated by us. "Alright. I have
to admit I have quite a range."

"Oh," she blushed. "Been a busy girl have I?"

"Oh, yes," I smirked, "very busy."

"I'm not an expert in these things. Something fun, where I'm a
bit naughty."

I searched my well-populated mental database and then said,
"okay, I've got one. It's with Tim, do you mind?" This had been
one of my earliest ones and I had revisited and revised it so
often I was confident I could tell in without hesitation and with
the necessary detail.

"Ooh," she said, surprised. "Okay, go on then."

"Well, Tim has come around to stay with us. We've been to the
football and when we come back we have a barbecue. You are
wearing that slightly short green skirt you have and that halter
top, so your lovely flat belly is on display. As usual Tim can't
take his eyes off you. At one point you are bending down to get
something from the barbecue and he moans softly as your bum is
projected towards him. We drink a lot and later on you are
sitting on the arm of my chair. I notice that Tim is staring at
your legs. When I look down your skirt has ridden up at the side,
exposing quite a lot of your thigh. I wonder if you are doing it
on purpose.

"We start talking about nicknames.

"'I was called snotty at school,' you say. 'It started because I
always had a runny nose, but then I think it was because they
thought I was a bit snotty. It plagued me for years. What about
you guys?'

"'I was called Joe for a while, because I had big Joe 90 glasses
and was a bit swotty. That was before I became cool of course.'

"You laugh, 'Joe! That's perfect. You are a swot still. What
about you Tim?'

"Tim looks embarrassed. 'I didn't have one,' he mumbles.

"'You had one at uni I remember,' I tease him.

"'What was it?' you ask.

"'I don't remember,' he says.

"'Go on, Tim tell her,' I goad him.

"He looks angry and then says 'Donkey' as he drains his beer.

"'Donkey?' you ask. 'Why was that?'

"'Debbie,' I say, 'come on, think about it.'

"'Oh,' you say, flushing. 'Ahem, I'll get another drink.' As you
go into the kitchen I'm sure you give Tim's groin area a quick
look.

"The evening carries on, we drink a bit and I am sure you are
flashing more of your leg to Tim than can be put down to
accident. Eventually you go up to bed and I follow shortly after.
It is a hot night so you are sleeping on top of the sheet in just
your knickers. As I enter the room I am sure Tim catches a
glimpse of your semi-naked form before the door closes. I think
you look incredibly sexy lying there. I give your pert little
boobs a stroke and you murmur and turn over.

"About two in the morning I am aware of you getting up. You
stumble to the door and go downstairs. You have forgotten to
bring up a glass of water and have woken up dehydrated. I am just
about to go back to sleep when I hear Tim's door open and he goes
downstairs too. I pause for a minute and the follow quietly.

"You are bending over, trying to find something in the fridge.
Your lovely firm arse is pointing towards the kitchen door. I
watch from the stairs as Tim comes into the kitchen. He is
wearing only his pants. He is shocked to find you there. 'Oh,
Debbie, sorry, I err..' he stutters.

"You jump up from the fridge and put your hand across your naked
breasts. You too are embarrassed, 'Oh, Tim. I needed some water.
I'll go back to bed now.'

"'Sorry,' he says. He is gawping open mouthed at you. I notice a
movement in his pants. You notice it too and quickly look away.

"'I can't sleep in this heat,' you say.

"'No, me neither,' he pours himself a glass of water. 'I think I
might stay up for a bit.'

"'Do you mind if I stay up for a while too?' you ask, to my
surprise. Your hand is still across your chest, but one nipple is
half revealed through your fingers.

"Tim has noticed this too and the considerable lump in his pants
grows a bit more. 'No, of course not,' his voice is shaking
slightly.

"You look down at your chest and say, 'sorry, I haven't got a
T-shirt down here and I don't want to go upstairs in case I wake
up Dave. We're old friends aren't we? Would you be offended if I
dropped my arm? I'm not sure I can stay like this all night. It
wouldn't embarrass you would it?'

"'No,' he gulps.

"You put your arm to your side and stand there in front of him.
He is too shocked to make any pretence at not staring. There is a
long silence, before you cough and say, 'Not much to look at are
they?'

"He finally manages to look at your face and whispers, 'I think
they're fantastic.'

"You laugh, 'why thank you Tim. I thought you were a leg man
though. You certainly looked at mine enough tonight.'

"'Sorry,' he says, 'I can't help it. You have such lovely legs.'

"The bulge in his pants is now enormous. You are staring at it
and I notice your nipples extend and harden. Looking at the scene
before me I reach down and start rubbing my cock through my
pants. You two seem frozen in a tableau. He is gaping at your
breasts and you are transfixed by his erection. Then there is a
twitch in his pants and the top of his cock pushes over the
waistband of his pants. Like some animal trying to free itself it
twitches again and the waistband slides down to his balls. His
cock is enormous, probably ten inches or so in length and thick.
He doesn't try and put it back.

"'My God,' you sigh. 'Tim, that thing is enormous. I've never
seen a cock that big in my life. No wonder they called you
donkey.' You both look at it for a while. It reaches up past his
belly button and sways in the semi-light. Then you step forward
and ask 'can I touch it?'

"He just nods and you reach out tentatively and touch the end of
it and then withdraw your hand. It twitches at your touch. Then
you stroke it lightly down the side. Tim moans softly. You reach
down and pull his pants down and cup his balls in your hand. Then
stroking it lightly you say to him, 'how many times have you
wanked this big cock thinking about me Tim?' I am amazed at
hearing you talk and act like this and fish out my own cock and
start masturbating.

"Tim strokes your neck and says, 'loads of times Debbie. I love
to imagine you sucking it.'

"'Mmm,' you murmur and then sliding down you say, 'like this?'
Then you take the end of his cock in your mouth. It looks huge in
your mouth and you only take in the head. Then you remove it and
trail of spittle momentarily connects it to your mouth. Then you
lick and kiss it down its length.

"'God, Debbie,' he groans. You stand up and kiss him, while
rubbing his cock. I can see it pressing into your stomach as you
squash against him. His hand is groping your bum and you squirm
against him. Then you look directly at me on the stairs. I
freeze, my hand around my shaft. You have seen me, but you don't
panic, instead you just smile contentedly and turn back to Tim.
You take his hand and put it inside your knickers. 'Feel how wet
I am Tim,' you say. 'I'm not sure I can take it all, but you're
going to have to fuck me with that monster cock of yours. Will
you do that Tim?'

"'God yes, Debbie,' he says, working his fingers inside your
pussy.

"You are speaking louder now and I know it is for my benefit.
'I'm so horny Tim, I need to feel that thing inside me. Make me
come with that big cock.'

"You are wanking his cock now, your hand cannot close around its
girth. He is massaging your tits and both of you are panting. You
tug your knickers down and pull him onto the floor with you.
Lying on your back you open your legs and say, 'fuck me Tim,
please.'

"He lies on top of you and pushes his cock head at your pussy,
but it is too large to go in. You are writhing on the floor now,
'get it in Tim, I need it in me.' You reach down and take the end
of his cock and with a lift of your hips you pull it in. You gasp
as it enters. 'Slowly,' you advise him as he pushes into you. You
puff as he slides it up your pussy. 'God, it's so big,' you moan.
'I'm not sure I can take it.' He is only halfway in and with an
unexpected thrust he pushes it all the way in. You scream, 'my
God! That hurts. Oh God, I feel as though it's in my stomach.
Fuck me Tim, fuck me like you've always dreamed of doing.' He
withdraws and then pushes into you again. Then he increases his
rhythm. With each thrust you moan and are pushed along the floor.
Your legs wrap around his arse and you control his pace, slowing
it down. He pulls his cock right back so it is almost out of you
and then drives it fully in. You squeal, 'I don't think I can
last long Tim. I'm going to come soon. Fuck me as hard as you
can, I want you to come in me.' He speeds up, pumping into you. I
am amazed at the length of his cock as he pulls back on each
thrust. It seems to go on forever. I am wanking myself furiously
now. You are Twailing and writhing around in ecstasy. Your head
is up against the leg of the table, but you don't notice as Tim
continues to fuck you.

"You claw at his back and yell, 'I'm coming Tim. Are you going to
come?'

"He grunts by way of reply and you scream at him, 'come inside me
Tim. Fill me up with that come of yours.' Then you grab the table
leg and start to buck. 'Oh God, o God, oh God,' you repeat
feverishly. Then you emit a long wail and your hips jump about
wildly. Tim grips your arm and yells out a primordial howl. He
pushes right up into you one last time and I can see his buttocks
contracting as he shoots his load inside you. At this point I
ejaculate into my hand. You grab his hair and pull him onto your
chest and then slowly relax your grip. For a moment you don't
breathe and then you take a deep gasp of air and your arms fall
to the side.

"Both of you lay there, panting and covered in sweat. Tim pulls
out of you with a loud slopping noise. Even flaccid his cock
still looks huge. You smile up at him. 'That was fantastic, thank
you Tim.'

"He pulls himself off you and then you both seem awkward with
each other. You pick up your knickers and put them back on. 'Best
try and get some sleep I suppose,' you say. I quickly go back up
to our bedroom and lay on the bed. On the landing you give Tim a
quick kiss and squeeze his cock through his pants. 'Thanks again
Donkey,' you say and then come in and close the door.

"You climb into bed next to me and put your arms around me. 'Did
you enjoy that?' you whisper.

"'Yes, but not as much as you did by the looks of it.'

"You giggle, 'did you see the size on that thing?'

"'I could hardly miss it,' I reply, holding your hand.

"'Did you mind that I enjoyed it?' you ask.

"'Not at all, it was really sexy to see you letting go like
that.'

"'Good,' you say, giving me a kiss. We lay in silence for a while
holding each other. Then you say, 'Dave?'

"I already know what you are going to ask, 'yes love?'

"'Would you mind if I did it again sometime?'

"I chuckle, 'of course not darling, as long as I can join in next
time.'

"You wriggle next to me, 'oooh, that would be nice. Do you think
Tim will mind?'

"'If it means fucking you again, he won't mind at all,' I reply.

"'Good. When he leaves tomorrow will you fuck me?' You are
getting sleepy now after your exertions.

"'Oh yes darling.'

"'That will be nice, now goodnight darling,' you say and fall
into a deep sleep."

 

I leant back at this stage and the waiter came and collected our
plates.

"So, what do you think?" I asked Debbie. Her face was flushed and
she looked quite drunk.

"I think you'd better take me home right now and fuck me," she
said. She had never used the fuck word before to describe our
love-making.

I quickly paid the bill and we got a taxi home. In the cab Debbie
was kissing me passionately and running her hands through my
hair. I thought she was going to start the business right there.
When we got home she ran to the door while I paid the cab driver.

"Looks like you're going to be busy tonight," the driver said.

"Reckon so," I said and hurried after Debbie.

The door was open and as soon as I stepped in she closed it and
jumped on me, pulling at my clothes. Within minutes we were both
naked in the hallway. She was kissing me with a passion I hadn't
encountered before. We eschewed any foreplay and I was soon
pushing my cock into her soaking pussy.

"God, I'm so horny Dave, please hurry." I entered her and we went
straight to vigourous sex. We were both so aroused by the story
that I knew neither of us would last long.

"Oh that's it. More, more," she pleaded. I wasn't sure if she
meant I should increase my pace or she was requesting a larger
cock, thinking of the Tim's one in the story.

As we built towards our climax, she pulled my mouth to hers and
inbetween kisses she said, "it's not just a fantasy is it? You
want me to fuck someone else don't you?"

I didn't say anything but I could feel my orgasm building. "Say
it," she persisted. "Say you want another man to fuck me. Say
it!"

"I want another man to fuck you!" I yelled as I started to come.
This seemed to be the trigger for Debbie and she arched her back
crying out "oh God, oh God, oh God."

We both collapsed by the stairs. Eventually we untangled
ourselves and she led me by the hand upstairs. We kissed and
cuddled tenderly for a while and I began to fall asleep. Just as
I was doing so Debbie asked, "is that true about Tim by the way?
You know, being big."

"Artistic licence," I murmured sleepily.

"Oh," she said, a note of disappointment in her voice.