Fantasies Fulfilled

When Monica and I closed the door of the guest room and crawled into bed, I took her in my arms and kissed her. "Well," I said, "we did it."

"We sure did," she said with a soft chuckle. "And the earth didn't crumble at our feet."

"Did you expect that it would?" I teased. "I lied about being tired, by the way. I am completely wired right now. I've never taken hard drugs, but this is what it must feel like. Jim used to talk about getting a rush of endorphins while he was running those marathons. I can only imagine this is what he meant."

"I feel it, too," she said. "I don't know if I'm going to be able to sleep at all tonight."

We proceeded to recap the events of the evening from beginning to end. We covered every minute detail and every emotion we had just experienced. We got so worked up just talking about it that I couldn't help but take her right there and then. I felt this strange, but urgent, need to "reclaim" her. I needed to feel that deep connection with her and validate that nothing had changed between us. She didn't disappoint. In fact, I felt a deeper connection to her than I had ever experienced before.

***

The next three days were a whirlwind of activity, both sexual and otherwise. We hardly ever stopped moving from sunrise until the wee hours of the morning. We hardly got any sleep in those three days, yet strangely enough, we didn't seem to need sleep. We didn't even seem to need food, although we ate plenty of it. It was as though we could have survived on adrenaline and endorphins alone.

Friday afternoon, Luke and Eva took us on a tour of Boston. We saw all of the main historical sites, shopped at Faneuil Hall, and ate pizza in the North End and sea food along the Harbor. In the evening, we had drinks together while sitting on the back deck of Luke and Eva's home. They had a large heated pool surrounded by high fencing, and we took advantage of it to go skinny-dipping together - another item to cross off my "bucket list."

That night, Luke played some slow-tempo music on his sound system, and Monica and Eva treated us to a seductive strip tease. They took turns slowly undressing each other while they swayed to the beat. They kissed and nibbled each other's necks and breasts. Just when I was hoping to see a little live "69" action, they surprised me by crawling across the floor to where I was seated.

"It's time to cross another item off that bucket list," Monica purred.

She and Eva removed my shorts and boxers and proceeded to give me the most amazing double blowjob. For as long as I live, I will never forget the sensation of feeling two mouths, lips, and tongues simultaneously caressing my cock. They looked so beautiful working in tandem. I wished I had the forethought to take a photo, but I really didn't need to. That moment is permanently etched into my memory bank.

Keenly aware of Monica's aversion to bodily fluids, Eva took one for the team and accepted my load when the time came. Aside from that one brief accident with Monica, it was the first time in my life I ever finished in a woman's mouth. It felt so amazing - and incredibly dirty. Another item checked. The two ladies then crawled across the floor to where Luke was seated and performed the same ritual. Evidently, my theory that it was every man's fantasy to have a threesome was true for at least the two of us.

Later that night, after Luke and I had enough time to recover, we decided to grant Eva's fantasy of having two men at the same time. Monica had mentioned that we had worn her out over the past two days, and gladly sat and watched as Luke and I double-teamed his wife. We took turns with her mouth and pussy in various positions we had only ever seen in porn movies until eventually we couldn't hold out any longer. I truly believe that Eva could have gone all night if we had the stamina.

Saturday was our final full day in Boston. It came much more quickly than I had imagined. The girls decided to do more shopping, so Luke suggested we split up for the day. He took me to an Irish sports pub that had everything a man would ever need: beer, food, pool tables, TV's, and plenty of cute college girls to ogle. We shared lunch and a few beers while reviewing our wild weekend.

"Did you ever think you'd do something like this?" I asked him.

"Never in a million years, man," he said. "I grew up in a conservative household. I've always been a one-woman man. For the past twenty years, I never really even thought about having sex with anyone but Eva. But I'm glad we did this."

"Me, too," I said. "Eva is amazing. You're a very lucky man."

"And so are you," he said, raising his glass. "To a couple of lucky men."

We watched a ballgame on one of the monitors. It was only the first inning, but the Sox were already trailing by three runs.

"I just hope this doesn't change anything for any of us," I said.

Luke took a swig from his mug. "I'm not worried about it. Eva and I are solid as a rock. And you and Monica seem just as solid. I think the only time problems arise is if people do shit like this behind each other's backs."

"Or if they do it because they think they have to, to fix their marriage or something," I added.

"Exactly," he said. "Eva and I didn't do this because we needed to. There are plenty of things we do that we don't need to do. We don't have to go to concerts or restaurants. We don't have to travel. We do these things to gain fun and lasting life experiences - and because there isn't a compelling reason not to. In a nutshell, that's why we're here now. If we weren't completely confident about our relationship, or if either one of us had any doubts or insecurities or hesitation whatsoever, you wouldn't be sitting here right now."

I understood him completely, as I could have made the same assertions myself. Monica and I had communicated every step of the way throughout this adventure. We had no choice but to be bluntly honest with each other, as we knew it could have had dire consequences otherwise. It was that level of communication that made it possible for us to step outside of our comfort zones and gain new experiences.

That night, we surprised Monica by handing her a blindfold. It was time to fulfil her fantasy. We all undressed and led Monica to the bed. Luke secured her wrists and ankles to the bed with a few of his old silk ties. We then began caressing her entire body from head to toe. We rotated positions around the bed so that she never knew for certain whose hands she felt.

We took our time. There was no rush. We all wanted Monica to enjoy the best experience possible. On my signal, we began adding kisses and licking to our hand movements. I watched as Monica began breathing more heavily. I could tell she was enjoying herself already, and yet we had only just begun.

I noted that Eva had positioned herself between Monica's thighs. When she began licking Monica's pussy, I nudged Luke, as he wasn't paying attention. We were both mesmerized watching Eva go down on a woman for the first time in her life. She must have known what she was doing, because Monica began moaning. It was a soft moaning at first, but grew more intense the more Eva worked on her with her magic tongue.

I leaned forward and kissed Monica's lips. She returned my kiss with passion, sticking her tongue in my mouth and moaning. Luke had his mouth over one of Monica's nipples as his hand played with her other stiff nipple. Monica arched her back and groaned with her lips pressed against mine. I felt her body quiver and knew that Eva had hit the mark.

Eva crawled on top of Monica's naked body and kissed her. With both women's heads in such close proximity, I took advantage of their position by kneeling over Monica's head. Monica licked my scrotum while Eva took my cock in her mouth. At the foot of the bed, Luke untied Monica's ankles, lifted them high off the bed, and inserted himself inside her warm, wet, pussy. Monica's loud moan sent vibrations straight up my shaft and into Eva's mouth. Every now and then he would stop fucking Monica and insert his cock into Eva from behind. He switched back and forth, again and again.

After several minutes, Luke and I switched positions. All three of us would switch positions around Monica several more times before we were completely sated. For the first time since I was a newlywed, I managed to cum twice in one session: once in Eva's mouth and once in Monica's pussy. I lost count of the number of orgasms the two women experienced. Needless to say, a good time was had by all. It was the perfect nightcap to our long weekend adventure.

***

It's hard to believe, but it has been nearly a year since that weekend. We have kept in touch with Luke and Eva online. We invited them to stay with us some time, but our schedules never seem to mesh. Sometimes, life simply gets in the way. Although we thoroughly enjoyed our time with them, it wouldn't be the end of our world if we never see them again. They have become like any other friends who gradually drift apart over a long period of time.

I often find myself thinking about that weekend, and about my time with Eva. We never had any one-on-one time, but I clearly recall those quiet moments we had together, simply holding each other after a bout of incredible sex. Heading into that weekend, I worried that I might develop feelings for her, but I found that there is a great difference between romantic sex and casual sex.

It would be inaccurate to say that I don't have feelings for Eva, but sex with her was entirely different than sex with my wife. I suppose if I were to make an analogy, the feelings I have for Eva are similar to the feelings I have for every other good friend that I have had in my lifetime. The only difference is that I didn't have sex with any of those other friends. Although I had thought that would be a major difference, it turns out not to be the case. I care deeply about Eva and love her the same way I love every other friend I have made. That love, however, is quite different than the love I have for Monica.

As for Monica, she continues to benefit from the confidence she gained from that experience. She seems happier than ever and has no regrets about what happened. Although she had always been hesitant to try new things before, she has become bold and adventurous since we returned from Boston. In fact, she recently announced that she wants to go sky-diving for her fortieth birthday. I told her to go for it, but even I'm not that adventurous.

Our sex life has been incredible since we returned. We now have sex several times a week, but it's not the quantity that impresses me, but the quality. Monica is now far more vocal than she ever was in terms of letting me know what she wants and how she wants it. We've incorporated a few of the "tricks" we learned from Luke and Eva, and they have enhanced our sex life immensely. And although Monica isn't exactly enamored of it, she now isn't entirely repulsed by the idea of having my cum on her face or in her mouth. She has learned how much of a turn-on it is for me, and I think that excites her enough to put up with it.

Last night, she walked into our bedroom after our evening ritual wearing a teddy she must have just purchased, as I had never seen it before. As if that weren't surprising enough, she then produced from behind her back a can of whipped cream.

"Who's up for a little dessert?" she asked with a sly grin.

If there is one thing I learned from our experience, it's that I didn't miss a thing by not sleeping with more women before meeting Monica. Although having sex with Eva was a fantastic experience that I will never forget, it could never surpass the heights of pleasure and intimacy provided by my wife, for the simple reason that no one else understands me better than she does. I realized that my "mid-life crisis" was based on the fallacious premise that I had somehow denied myself of some incredible sexual experience, when in fact the greatest sexual experience one can ever enjoy is with a partner who understands you completely.

In the end, I learned that everything for which I had ever longed, and the means with which to experience every fantasy I had ever imagined, was right there in front of me the entire time.