Fantasy Fulfilled

I chuckled and took a long pull on my beer working up the courage to broach the subject I knew I had invited Hugo out to address. Twisting my lips I couldn't find the words.

"You seem a bit disturbed Ken. Is something wrong?" asked Hugo.

Shaking my head I shrugged and explained my dilemma. I spent the next twenty minutes disclosing my wife's fantasy and how I felt about it even voicing my fears about Leo. When I was done I boldly asked, "You think you might be interested?"

"Take off," he chuckled, "You'd sexually share your wife with me, why?"

Shrugging I said, "Well, you're married and I think you love your wife as much as I love mine so I don't think you'd try to steal mine from me. You've proved you have a lot of stamina and I saw your big cock in the shower so I think you can give my wife a lot of pleasure."

"Maybe, she won't like me. Maybe she wants a young buck, eh."

I laughed and reassured him, "Teresa will love you. You're a gentleman. Tell you what, why don't we met at the German Grill in the LaSalle Hotel for a late lunch tomorrow, if everyone gets along we can adjourn upstairs. I assume you can take the afternoon off."

"Of course I can, you Hoser, I own the company," Hugo replied with a wide smile.

"Take plenty of Vitamin E then my friend."

After shaking hands we left the pub. I heard Hugo happily whistling as I headed toward my car. I was sure Hugo was a better choice to fulfill Teresa's fantasy than Leo.

After supper Teresa and I sat on the patio drinking wine and watching the sun go down. She had been quite all evening so I knew she had been communicating with Leo. Her cellphone hummed announcing an incoming text. She reached for the cellphone but I grabbed her hand stopping her.

Startled she glared at me with furious eyes.I let her hand go and quietly said, "Please don't. I know its Leo and he's probably been hounding you all day. I'd like to talk to you, so please just turn it off."

Teresa's expression softened. Turning her cell phone completely off she asked, "What's on your mind, Ken?"

"What about a threesome excites you?"

My wife's face split into a big grin, "That's easy, being the center of attention. Having four hands explore and caress my body. I guess being penetrated by two different cocks, one at time and at the same time."

"I understand how you might find that exciting. Now does it have to be Leo or will another do?"

Teresa cocked a suspicious eye at me and asked, "Why? Do you have someone in mind?"

"I did meet someone today that I think you will like."

Sitting back in her chair with a curious expression she took a sip of wine then said, "Tell me about him."

Picking up my smartphone I called up a picture of Hugo that I had taken of him on the tennis court after our match. Showing her the picture I explained who he was and my thoughts about him. Finally I informed her that I had arranged for us to have lunch together tomorrow.

"He is good looking but he's married. I don't want to cause trouble."

"I think there's not much chance of that, his wife may not be interested in sex right now but he still loves her very much. I think he needs some sexual release but without the relationship entanglements of an affair. He won't try to steal you from me, like Leo will."

"You really think Leo would try to do that?"

Nodding my head I affirmed, "Yes, I do. In fact he is already is making his move by asking you out without me. He wants to cuckold me."

Teresa grabbed my hand and looking into my eyes she said, "I don't want to cuckold you, Ken. If that's Leo's plan then we're done with him. Sex is one thing but your love is more important to me than any fantasy."

"The way we've tiptoed around the edges of your fantasy has made you hornier than ever." I smiled and squeezed her hand, "I think I've come to grips with sharing you with another man but...Let's see where lunch takes us tomorrow."

The next day I got up early and called into work sick. Then I fixed Teresa breakfast in bed. I made her a bowl of oatmeal with sliced strawberries topped with honey for sweetness and a steaming cup of green tea to wash it down. While she ate the aphrodisiac delight I drew her a warm bubble bath. I lit several aromatherapy candles intended to relax and arouse her.

As soon as she finished breakfast Teresa eased into the soapy water pleased that I was fully committed to making her fantasy a reality. Taking up her razor I said, "I need to shave the stubble from your snatch, Honey. I read somewhere that a freshly shaved vulva has increased sensitivity and therefore increased a woman's pleasure during intercourse."

"Wow," lilted Teresa, "I'm all for increased pleasure."

I helped her sit up on the edge of the tub. I kissed her deeply, briefly darting my tongue into her mouth. I broke our kiss and soaped her crotch. Teresa watched as I carefully and gently scrapped the stubble from her snatch with the sharp razor. Soon her cunt was bald and glistened from her excitement.

As soon as I was done I liberally applied baby oil to her pussy to prevent razor rash. I slyly inserted an oiled finger into my wife. Gasping she clung to my arm as I teased her with it. I used my palm to push against her clitoris peeking from its hood. I grinned with glee as her body responded to my ministrations.

"Oh Honey, that feels divine," she cooed.

"You'll love this then," I said spinning her towards me. I parted her legs by pushing her knees apart as I dropped to my own. Soon I was lustfully lapping at her newly denuded pussy while sawing two fingers in and out of her. Clutching the tub to keep from falling back into it she tilted her head back and hissed joyfully. When I sensed she was about to climax I pulled my fingers out of her and stood back up.

Teresa wilted in disappointment and whimpered, "You bastard."

"Now, now, Baby. I want you wet and wanton. Now dry off and come into the bedroom we have more to get you dressed."

Teresa quickly dried off. She padded into the bedroom wrapped in a huge bath towel randy as a sailor just back from sea. After kissing me she sat nude at the dressing table and put on her make-up. While she did that I laid out some very risqué lingerie and hosiery on our bed.

After she finished her make-up I handed her a black thong. Standing she pulled it up her legs and adjusted the material in her butt in a most unladylike way. Sitting back down on the dressing table's stool I caressed the sheer black stockings up her trembling legs. Before she stood back up I placed her feet into sexy black stiletto heels. She wrapped the black underbust corset around her waist and I clasped for her. The cotton material of her thong clung to her labia producing a camel-toe. She moved to adjust it but I stopped her. She was a picture of wantonness.

"Look at yourself." I commanded and spun around to look in the dressing table mirror. I smiled and told her to run her finger up and down her slit. Strands of blonde hair silhouetted her face.

Teresa did as I said then one better. While she ran her finger up and down her slit highlighting her puffy cunt lips, she twirled a naked nipple between her finger and thumb. She smiled at me in the mirror glassy-eyed.

"Beautiful, just beautiful," I encouraged as I stood behind her. My hot breath on her bare flesh of her neck gave her goose-bumps. I squeezed one of her aroused breasts and gently pinched its nipple. Moaning my wife leaned back against me. I was sure she could feel my erection straining against my trousers and resting in the crack of her ass along with her thong. Reaching behind her, she grasped my hard cock. I slipped a finger from my free hand down the front of her thong and into her gushing gash and began fingering her with passion. Just as she was about to orgasm I stopped and pulled my finger from her gash with an audible pop.

Hanging her head in frustration and seethed, "Bastard... I was about to cum...Fuck you."

"I want Hugo to see you like this, wanting and wanton," I said handing her the blue mini-dress.

It was after one o'clock when we walked into the LaSalle Hotel. Before heading into the restaurant I booked a room. After dressing my wife so seductively I was going to fuck her whether Hugo joined us or not. The lunch crowd had thinned by the time we walked into the German Grill adjacent to the hotel's lobby. The maître d' led us to our table after informing us that Hugo hadn't arrived yet. After ordering drinks we waited watching the bustling staff.

"Is that him?" asked my wife nodding her head in the direction of restaurant's entrance.

Turning to see I confirmed, "Yes, that's him."

Hugo followed the maître d' to our table with a confident gait. He was wearing khaki slacks with a light blue oxford shirt and a navy blue blazer. As he approached I noticed the approving expression on my wife's face. He gave the maître d' his drink order as he sat down. When I made introductions he took Teresa's hand and kissed it much to her delight.

A waiter took our meal orders and we sipped our drinks and got to know each other while we waited for our food. Teresa noticed Hugo's unusual pinky ring. Boldly taking his hand she asked about it. The ring was understated with a unique pattern of half-circle facets carved into it.

Hugo glanced down at his hand resting in my wife's hand then looked into her vivacious eyes he explained. "It is called an Iron Ring and it is made from an iron beam from the Quebec Bridge, in my native Canada, which collapsed during its construction in 1907 killing 75 workers due to poor planning and design by the engineers."

"Oh my," whispered Teresa as she scooted to the edge of her seat.

Hugo continued, "The ring is an allegory in itself. It is rough not smooth worn on the pinky of the working hand. The facets are a sharp reminder of the obligation of the engineer as it drags on the writing surface while the engineer is drawing."

Teresa was fascinated and asked, "So do all engineers get one?"

"No," Hugo said with a chuckle, "only those that pledge themselves to the highest professionalism of the profession by taking the Obligation. The ring itself is a symbol that reflects the professional commitment made by the engineer who wears it."

"Gosh," gushed Teresa like a teenybopper.

Our food arrived and we ate and got to know each other better. Of course Teresa's flirting signaled she found Hugo attractive. After we finished our meal we ordered brandy. Hugo showed us a picture of his wife. His eyes saddened as he explained her sexual difficulties. "I love my wife and have been faithful to her for twenty-five years, but now...."

"You poor man," cooed Teresa shifting in her seat to comfort Hugo. Her move caused her huge breast to rest on his forearm, which blossomed with goose-bumps. No doubt his cock was hard.

Twisting the wedding ring on my finger I tuned out while Teresa and Hugo talked. Time slowed to a crawl as I thought of every worst-case scenario. Do I really want to have my wife sullied by another man? Watching Teresa it was obvious that she fancied him and it's just obvious that he liked her. My chest tightened as Hugo asked me how I can allow another man to soil my wife.

All I could do was blankly look at him, so Teresa explained, "Ken loves me. The idea of threesome is my fantasy. The only way this fantasy can work is when your partner loves you, I mean really loves you. And Ken loves me that much."

Hugo nodded contemplating her answer and after taking a sip of water he asked, "Aren't you worried Ken may leave you after you've been soiled by another?"

"I'm terrified of ruining the fifteen year relationship I have with my husband. I mean, how many relationships have been ruined by making some horny fantasy a reality?"

Hugo agreed then asked, "Then why take the risk?"

"The risk is part of the thrill. Without risk there is no reward."

He smiled and asked, "And, what's the reward of your fantasy threesome?"

"That's easy, mind-blowing orgasms produced by two lovers giving me all their sexual attention. I know my fantasy creates a weird emotional conflict, I think for all of us, including you, Hugo. The only way to test my fantasy is to go up upstairs, if we don't do it now, I don't think we will."

Biting his lip Hugo contemplated Teresa's words, the moment had arrived.

"Would you like Hugo to join us upstairs?" Teresa asked me.

Still unable to speak as the reality of moment constricted my throat I nodded at her then at Hugo.

Hugo sat for a moment with doubt furrowing his brow as Teresa and I got to our feet. He glanced at her proffered hand then up into her blue eyes simmering with lust. As if surrendering to the inevitable he took her hand and followed us out of the restaurant.

With Hugo in hand, Teresa led us through the busy hotel lobby to the elevators. I glanced over at her wiggling delectable derrière. The elevators were empty but soon filled with the bouquet of my wife's sex scent. As the heady aroma wafted into my nostrils I pulled her into a kiss.

The elevator chimed and the elevator doors lurched opened and we all stepped out. Teresa sauntered down the hall in front of us. She knew we watching her ass wiggle so she gave us a show by putting an extra swing in her step. She giggled as I nervously struggled to get the keycard to work on the room door.

"Damn it," I croaked in frustration.

Teresa took the card from me and lightly pulled it across the lock and it released. She pushed the door open and Hugo and I followed her inside. Stopping in the middle of the room she turned towards us. She unzipped her dress and it fell to the floor. She stood before us in my corset and stockings. Smiling she walked slowly and seductively towards Hugo. Her wet black thong clung sublimely to her saturated snatch in a mesmerizing moose-knuckle.

I watched Hugo's eyes roam down my wife's body and he licked his lips. Realizing this it, I flopped into a chair subdued while another man ogled my nude wife right in front of me. I sat and watched with an extremely hard cock and mixed emotions.

Teresa wrapped her arms around his neck and alluringly whispered in his ear, "Are you ready for me, Hugo?"

Silently he nodded and my wife kissed him passionately. Shyly his hands dropped to her bare buttocks and he timidly squeezed them.

Teresa could feel his very erect cock against her thong covered slit. She pushed his blazer off and let it drop onto the floor. Then she unbuttoned his shirt kissing his chest after she undid each button. His shirt joined his jacket on the floor.

Hugo gently but firmly squeezed my wife's bare breasts above the top of her black corset. He took an erect nipple into his mouth and sucked it.

"That's it, Hugo," hissed Teresa as she ran her fingers through his salt and pepper hair.

She dropped to her knees and shot me a naughty smile, a gleam in her eyes communicated the lust she felt for Hugo. Her expression changed as her blue eyes connected to mine conveying a silent message of affectionate intimacy. Gleefully she unzipped his trousers and fished his hard cock out. Her mouth dropped open in surprise as she gaped at the size of his cock, it was huge. She took his monster cock in her hand and studied it for a moment. She was about to kiss its enlarged head when it started shooting cum. Pointing his cock at her tits as rope after rope of jizz splattered white on her skin.

"I'm sorry Teresa, I'm so sorry," choked Hugo his face red with embarrassment.

Teresa smiled up at him. She looked understandingly into his eyes and said with a soothing tone, "It's okay Hugo. Don't be embarrassed. You haven't had sex in a long time. It's okay."

After Hugo put his cock back into his pants he helped Teresa up to her feet. I grabbed a towel from the bathroom and gave it to her to wipe the cum off of her tits.

Teresa sauntered to the bed. Her buttocks jiggled joyously as she ambled silently across the carpet. Glancing over her shoulder she caught my eye and gave me a reassuring grin. Sprawling on the bed she pinched a nipple with one hand and lazily ran a finger from her other hand in her saturated slit. Seductively she cooed, "I'm so wet. I'm in need of cock."

Hugo stripped the rest of his clothes. The huge hotel bed creaked as he climbed on it to join Teresa. His hard monster cock swayed between his legs like a hungry beast on the prowl. He gathered my wife into his arms and held her snugly against his body. He pressed his lips to hers smothering her mouth with a soul caressing kiss.

The scene was surreal, there was no turning back now, this man I barely knew was now caressing my wife's body. Soon he pulled her panties off and threw them to the bottom of the bed for me to see. They held each other and kissed each other deeply for a while, whispering things to each other which I couldn't hear.

Teresa kissed him touching him ever so gently, tracing her fingers along his sides and belly. Then I saw her hand reach down searching for his massive manhood, which she stroked and tugged, just like she did to me.

It was hard-on inducing but at the same time a real torment to watch my wife who touched me so lovingly, happily give the same kind of intimate attention to her new lover. I was aroused and feeling rejected at the same time, even though she wasn't rejecting me, she was doing what I had agreed she could do: explore, experiment, enjoy and to take what she needed from the encounter.

From where I sat I could easily see Teresa's bald labia were engorged with excitement and glistened with anticipation. My wife's body was getting ready to receive a new man, a new cock, and new cum. It was mind-blowing. There were no words to describe what my feelings were at that moment, I don't think there are actually words for it, just a huge boiling cauldron of conflicting emotions and sexual frustrations.

Reaching for one of her big breasts he gently but firmly squeezed it. He smiled as she moaned, appreciating her responsiveness. He kissed her breast before moving to suck its nipple.

She encouraged him to suckle by running her hands through his hair and murmuring, "That's it Lover, that feels so good."

Leaving her heaving breasts Hugo dragged his tongue down Teresa's trembling torso. He teased her by blowing his hot breath over her tummy. Goose bumps arose all over her trunk. He kissed and licked his way down her body until he was between her legs.

It was pleasure and pain for me to watch my wife be so intimate with this stranger. Watching his fingers slipping into her snatch had me wanting to jump into the mix then and there, but this was not my time. I knew Teresa needed time to discover her new lover so that she could relax more and then, and only then, possibly enjoy an orgasm with him. It was almost unbearable for me and yet, so sexually intense. In a weird way I was a sort of proud of my wife that she had found the confidence to get the sexual satisfaction she desired from more than one man.

Turning her head my direction, to gage my reaction, Teresa spread her legs wide, an open invitation for Hugo. Her eyes widened when he slid two fingers into her simmering snatch. She gasped at the penetration and muttered, "Feels good... Lover...feels good."

"You're so wet, Teresa," He said looking into her blue eyes and then into her glistening gash.

It was splayed wide before him like a blooming rose and her sex bouquet beckoned him to indulge. He let her excitement build as he lightly brushed his lips over her slit. When she started to strain and bucked her hips upward, he finally put his lips right on top of her pussy and kissed it gently then harder as she moaned her pleasure. He broached her pussy with his tongue and ran it up and down the layers of her flesh while my wife moaned, tangling her fingers into his hair and dragging his face down deeper into her pussy.