My Hubby's Fantasy
by Michelle
This is my TRUE story!!

My name is Michelle, I'm 35 yrs. old and live in New England with my husband Mike. This is my TRUE..........First time (only time) with another Man....Story. Mike had often mentioned the idea of me having sex with another man, but it really wasn't for me, I guess I am attractive, but I was much too proper for that sort of thing. Once after making love, I had mentioned that when I was about 16, I'd gone to the movies with some friends, and some stranger next to me had felt me up, unknown to my girlfriends, since we were in the balcony of a very dark theatre. This turned him on to no end, and he was regularly persuading me to go with him to a movie, and see if some stranger would do similar things. I resisted until one day, I was feeling a little flirty and to his surprise, I said I would do it for his enjoyment at an adult movie place. I'm 5'3, blonde(ish) hair (natural), and have 34D boobs, blue eyes, nice legs (so I'm told) and am reasonably pretty, rather than a knock-out babe. I didn't intend letting anything go too far, but decided to dress as sexy as I could for the occasion, to help fulfill Mike's fantasy as much as possible, and I expected my husband Mike and I would probably make love when we got back home. I wore some tan colored stockings (normally only pantyhose), and nice lacey panties (white) and matching bra, plain pale blouse, and a black somewhat short skirt, just past the knee. (This is as sexy as I can get, but pretty daring for me. We took the Metro to an ADULT movie we found in the phone book, and I was very very nervous as we went in, not knowing what to expect. Mike said he had been anxious and terrified while also excited at the same time from the moment I had agreed to do this. We went in and it was very dark, after a few seconds, we could see quite a few spare seats toward the middle of the theatre about half way down. I noticed the back row seemed full, with all men. As we sat down, a big white-haired guy, probably about 60 seemed to have followed us into the row, and passed me and, innocently enough it seemed to me, sat beside me to my right. We all watched the film for about 20 minutes, and to be honest, it was quite sexy and a bit of a turn-on with all the rude things happening in the film. I had become quite engrossed in the film when IT HAPPENED. At first, I thought the stranger's foot next to me had accidentally come into contact with mine. I realized he hadn't apologized, so he obviously had done it on purpose. After a few seconds, I nearly jumped out of my chair with shock, as the man placed his hand on my knee, through my skirt. After getting over the shock, I moved his hand off, but a few seconds later, it was back. I again moved it off, but he just continued putting it back there again nonchalantly. Mike seemed oblivious to all this, staring ahead at the screen. I was breathing heavier now, getting a bit nervous, but decided not to make a scene, and let the hand stay on my knee. After a few seconds the guy got bolder, and I felt the strange experience of a stranger begin gently stroking my knees ever so slowly, then sliding his hand under my skirt. His hand on the inside of my right thigh lightly and ever so slowly moved onward and upward. I sat there frozen, but somewhat aroused, and could feel myself getting more nervous. It took an eternity, but eventually he reached my panties, and began searching for a side opening. He had rested his hand right on my vagina from the outside for a few seconds, but now he was trying to get inside them.... and with much deliberation he did. Suddenly I felt my husband, Mike's hand on my knee, he was trying to feel me up I guess, unaware of the stranger. I stared ahead as Mike's hand slid up my stockings and then ....looked at him as he realized a strangers hand was already there inside my panties, a finger ever so gently probing, teasing and trying to find my private opening. Mike looked shocked at first, but I guess it was what he had wanted, so content with it did not make an effort to move the man's hand away. I sat there, getting aroused to a fever pitch and took a peep at the man who was helping himself to me. Big Dirty Old Man type, but he'd got me to such an incredible state already. The stranger tried opening my legs as best he could with his left hand, but then slowly pulled his hand back and out. I thought it was now all over, and the adventure...fantasy...arousal... had ended. I found out this was wrong. He slid his left arm around my shoulders and then squeezed me tight, pulling me toward him. He leaned over and across me, almost arrogantly staring at my husband's eyes as he did so, and blatantly slid his right hand across and up my skirt, and firmly stroked and rubbed my stockings and thighs, while all the time pulling me more toward him. I was trapped, Mike seemed in a daze, then I heard the stranger unzip his zipper. His penis poked out and WAS much longer than my husband's, and very large in diameter. Then I noticed another man in front, turning and watching me being felt up by a stranger in the near darkness in front of my husband. Soon he leaned back and stroked my legs, a stranger behind our seats leaned forward, placed his arms around my waist, and slowly raised his hands to caress my tits, lightly at first and then much firmer, through my blouse. The dirty old man raised my right leg and firmly placed it over his lap, my skirt raised, everyone could see I had stockings on now. My leg was being forced to brush his cock, while he reached back over and roughly stroked my thigh up to my panties again as my skirt was up near my waist. I was in ecstasy, a man asked Mike to swap seats, he refused at first, but the man was quite large, and Mike went to the toilet. The new man placed his cock in my hand and I knew to give him a hand-job. I was now thoroughly trapped, thoroughly aroused, and at the same time thoroughly afraid of being possibly raped. It was all TOO much. I suddenly groaned, couldn't catch my breath, and orgasmed heavier than anytime in my life, there and then in front of all these dirty old pervert strangers, a 60 year old guy's fingers working away in my pussy. Some of the men grunted, and came, 2 got some on my skirt, and the main perpetrator put some sperm on his fingers, and rubbed it into me. I wasn't on the pill, at the time but the arousal of the moment was again becoming too much. The old fat guy sitting to my right was blatant, horny I guess now was using my leg to massage his enlarged cock, which I realized was now dangerously near my vagina, although I knew our positions would make it difficult for him to penetrate me. Since he had the crotch of my panties pulled over all the way the other perverts strained to get a good look. I was so embarrassed. I came again, unmistakably, two orgasms in quick succession, never known before to me by myself or by Mike. I came down from my high as my husband returned. I wanted to go, and so did he, the men in the theatre had had their fun. My husband and I left the adult movies, followed by the old guy who had felt me up so blatantly inside, the dirty old man, fat, about 60, a big strong looking guy, and then this stranger asked if he could give us a ride home. Hesitantly, we said yes, the dude led us to his car, his arm around my shoulders. I was glad for the ride home, after all the excitement I'd had, and a ride home seemed a nice innocent way to end the evening. We got to his nearly new Lincoln, he opened the passenger door for me, Mike was going to sit in the back on his own. This was a Warning signal! As the guy drove, he stroked my legs at every opportunity, told me how nice I was, how he hadn't had sex for months, and how he couldn't believe someone as pretty as me could have have a husband who allowed strangers to touch them in private places. I explained this was a one time "experiment", we had just fulfilled a fantasy, and that was it. He started getting rude, pissed off maybe, then asking me how far our fantasy was going to go, how he'd like to have sex with me, and after I informed him I wasn't on the pill, how he'd take that into consideration and be careful. I was certainly getting a little aroused again with all this talk, then suddenly he turned off the main road, and parked up behind some deserted factories. Before we could say anything more, he had reclined my seat, he had moved over on top of me, and was sliding his hands up my skirt again. As he put his weight on me, I realized I couldn't stop him, and Mike would have to prevent things from going too far. He did nothing as the man slid my skirt up to my crotch. With that to his satisfaction he stopped the conquest. I must admit knowing my panties were exposed turned me on. The man then opened my blouse and rubbed my tits through my bra, before getting himself undressed. That was it, it was too far I thought, and I asked Mike what we should do. Mike was calm about it and intrigued enough, but he warned the man not to go too far, we had no condoms, and he didn't want me to be screwed- especially by a stranger. The man said OK, don't worry he wouldn't go too far, and kissed me as he rubbed his thick cock head through my panties. His expert placement of that big rubbery was directly on my clitoris. After a while, I was definitely aroused, and starting to lose a little control, sensing my mood he slid his hands up to my panties and ever so slowly, lowered them down inch by inch, until I felt myself subconsciously raising my hips to help this stranger pull my panties down. Mike reminded him again sternly, but he said it was alright, he just wanted to see and be near my naked pussy when he came, which he said he was about to. He asked me to rub his cock near my vagina and make him come, and I felt much happier being in control. He held my hands on his cock, masturbating him, all the time moving it dangerously closer to my pussy. I put my legs together enough I felt to prevent any insertion. He began kissing me, using his tongue, probing in and out like a young lover, I was now getting more relaxed, turned on, and vulnerable. My right leg went limp off the seat exposing my entire vagina. Suddenly it happened, he put my arms up around his shoulders, holding them tight, kissing me passionately so I couldn't moan or tell him to stop, or warn Mike, then he was gyrating his big dick forward, I knew it was all over.... he was going to get it into me. I felt the head part my lips slowly, I am sure Mike could not see and did not know what he was doing. I had been aroused all evening and wanted to feel another man's cock- now making circular movements, pulling back then re-opening my lips to his insertion again and again. I was placing my legs around behind him. A man other than my husband was finally inside me, It was a different feeling being fucked by this stranger. He was very wide, my legs eventually came to rest on the back of his big thighs. He was just pumping and pumping away, I realized how much I was loving it, it was so dirty, so wrong, so new, I knew I was getting the best sex I'd ever had. I stroked his shoulders, he knew I had surrendered all of me to his horny wanting cock. As he panted breathlessly, his long dick still relentlessly pummeled and gyrated into me, his curls of pubic hair tickled mine as we met each time he was fully inserted. I then reached under and caressed his balls. I really teased them up. I must have looked like such a slut giving myself to him. The he told me he couldn't hold on anymore, so I asked him while I began to orgasm for him to pull out. My voice was a mess and he possibly couldn't understand. My husband did not even recognize what I was saying as my pitch went to soprano. It was too late to repeat my plea, and with a huge jerk, he began pumping his gallons of sperm deep into my womb, oh what a feeling, a forceful jettison of warm sticky fertile seed, and this man kept cumming and jerking his dick. I gently squeezed his wonderful massive scrotum as I was in orgasm, Mike had uttered.. NO.. I guess to himself, then the jerking stopped. But I could now hear him catch his breath. The man then talked dirty things to me, telling me I was fine piece of ass, asking me to show my husband how moist and turned on I had been, show him my pussy overflowing with his sperm, how much I'd wanted it, needed it, all the things you read in stories, and here it was, happening to me. I ended up even telling him I wanted his baby, I was so aroused, and then it happened, I was now orgasming for the third time that day. An orgasm I will always remember. I was well now and truly fucked. He had had me big style. My husband looked shell shocked by it all, and as we dressed, he gave us his phone number, we gave him a false one. We had him drop us off a mile from our house at a bar for a drink. He said he could use one himself, so he got out and walked in with us. I had had an incredible evening, first the adult movie experience, then car sex with the big old guy getting his first sex in ages, (so he said). And using my vagina for the experience. What there something wrong and changing within me? Husband, stranger and I all went into a nearby pub for a cooling down drink, Mike got the drinks in, the stranger blatantly sat next to me on a back-row of seats. We must have looked a strange threesome to the regulars in the pub, because I had this big older guy with one arm around me, and his other hand resting on my knee or lap at every opportunity, and quite obviously there was my husband, bringing our drinks and sitting opposite us, as I was continually being felt up. The stranger didn't seem to care about my husband, once again, getting the subject back to sex. Ralph, as his name turned out to be, apologized for cumming inside me, but he'd been so turned on he couldn't help himself, and the thought of me not being on the pill only encouraged the arousal to him. His ex-wife had not been able to have kids, so he got a buzz trying to impregnate anyone he could. Charming I thought, BUT having a family WAS in my and my husband's plans, but for us and by us alone. I spent 15 or so minutes in the girls room sitting on the toilet wiping the man's residue from between my legs. After 2 drinks and much conversation, I was so drained, I was ready for sleep at home. As we drove, we were in the same situation as before, husband in back, I couldn't believe it when he made an obvious wrong turn and we stopped again behind the factories in the near total darkness. Even though I was disheveled, worn out, my hair was a mess. Ralph again told me how pretty I was, kissed me tenderly and stroked my neck. He rubbed my breasts to expand my nipples, (which he did). He then began unbuttoning my blouse. His big hands caressing my bra cups much to my new found excitement. He told me I had wonderful breasts, (tits) as he worked them over. Then he got his hand inside my left bra cup and the feeling escalated. I know he could tell my nipple was at full expansion as he teased it with an expert finger massage. He then pulled my bra cups up and my tits flopped out to his gaze. He kissed my left boob and nipple as I hugged his broad shoulders. Then he again reclined my seat, and slid his hands up under my skirt. I was a limp ragdoll. I could only cooperate and Mike was intimidated to cowardice with this man. He took hold of the waistband of my panties, as I arched my butt up again. He pulled them down and off exposing me. Ralph was content to play with my tits and kiss me for a few minutes without further touching my bare vagina. But while playing tongue games he took hold of the hem of my skirt and scooted it up to my waist. I was pretty sure he would lick me down there or something which I enjoyed though Mike would hardly do anymore. Knowing this older man was spent from just 11/2 hours before I was curious as to what Ralph was planning next. Mike was leaning over the back of the seat also in wonderment. Ralph slid his pants and briefs down and in the dim light I saw that incredible cock again. Circumcised, large head, straight and fully erect. Ralph had a male member to be proud of. Mike saw it too, this time as we were parked much closer to a yard light. I think Mike went into his own pants now as a new sexual situation had again presented itself. Maybe even more so as the nervousness was gone, although it was replaced by wonderment. Ralph placed a big hand on my pubic curls and massaged them but was inching lower with each stroke. It felt comforting but his finger attached itself to my clitoris and this old guy had me writhing around on the seat as I gazed at his cock. I couldn't take my eyes off that thing until my eyes closed in a pleasant little orgasm. His finger then left my clitoris and tested the water so to speak. I looked down in the light and watched the long index finger of his left hand fuck me, tease me, find the inside of my vagina that no finger had ever felt before. Then he pulled it out, as I continued to wiggle on the seat from it's ripple effect. And once again he climbed on to me. I didn't speak, Ralph didn't speak, my husband didn't speak, we all knew what was about to happen again and nobody tried to stop it. I was kissed gently by my stranger, as he got lined up to the female entrance that would be his receptacle. His cock was flushed and incredibly hard again, it felt so good spreading my pussy lips, and once more, teasing slow circular motions, then he would make contact with my clitoris. I was being penetrated once more by the stranger's penis. Without him telling me, I instinctively placed my stockinged legs around his waist/upper thighs and rubbed them teasingly along his big wide body. He smiled, we were now like seasoned lovers, knowing the feeling of each other in intercourse, him knowing that to penetrate me fully would take a minute or two and when he got to the hilt was such an immense turn on for me, especially comparing his size to my husband's much smaller penis. I knew he was right up me again, close to my womb, our pubic curls entwined, and he was talking dirty again. Do you want my sperm, you beautiful young woman? Do you want every last drop inside you? Do you feel MY cock? Do you want this intercourse regularly? Do you want my baby? YES I gasped to all his questions...I couldn't have a 4th orgasm surely.... Yes, I did, I now knew I just wanted HIM to come, sperm inside me, have his way with me, do whatever he wanted and empty his balls into me. Make me pregnant, I didn't care, I just wanted the feeling of him warm sperm, so I began caressing his butt cheeks, before squeezing them with all my might. Sperm in me, I murmured, looking into his eyes, you've had me fully, you'll probably get me pregnant, come on big boy, empty yourself, you are so much more of a man than my husband.... Story fantasy stuff, I know, but ALL TRUE and happening to me. That did it, he grunted and groaned and moaned and pumped for all he was worth. He had less spasms than before. But it was planted just as deep. When he was all done, he rested his big flaccid cock in my vagina for probably 5 minutes. I almost fell asleep. Then slowly he withdrew his baby maker. I could only lay there on the seat as he pulled his briefs and pants up. My skirt was above my waist, my bra was half off, my thighs were sticky from Ralph's load. I was fucked, and he and Mike knew it. He rubbed my belly tight above my pubic line and smiled, I knew as well what he was thinking. I fixed my bra and Ralph helped me button my blouse. I just left my panties off and put them in my purse. As we drove in silence he stopped at the walkway to our house. We departed in our separate ways, Us with his phone number, him with the false one, we were careful to get him to drop us off away from our house. Two months later, we rang him and met him in a pub, he immediately assumed the dominant role, sending husband to the bar, me sitting next to him, his arms around me. AS he stroked my tummy, with my husband sitting opposite, I broke the news. He had gotten me pregnant. Oh Michelle, that's great he said, then began firmly caressing my knees and thighs, blatantly in front of Mike who although quiet, looked as if he had expected this all along. He really didn't seem to mind. Ralph, my stranger, spent the rest of the night stroking my breasts, as well as my thighs, caressing me, rubbing my belly, telling us how wonderful it was to have put someone as pretty as me in the family way. Mike just accepted it all. We went out, again Mike came along. We stopped at the same place. We kissed like husband and wife. Until we were well worked into a lather. As this was night was not planned to be a repeat of 2 months ago I was wearing longish, Bermuda shorts and a red tartan blouse that matched well. But Ralph was caressing my breasts fervently in no time. My blouse opening one button at a time. While necking- his hand found my clasp and in no time his hands were fondling my bare breasts. Mike was busy with himself in the back seat watching Ralph squeeze my exposed tits and tease my nipples. His other hand found and released my zipper down it's length. I could see Mike in the mirror going crazy with his little dick as Ralph reclined the seat as usual. Then as I laid down I couldn't see Mike anymore but I knew he could take care of his little "problem". Ralph gently pulled my pants down intentionally including the waistband of my panties down at the same time. They would just be in the way for what Ralph had in mind. I arched my butt up and he moved them on down past my knees. I was coy and held my legs together until he pulled his own pants down and I gander at his tool. Why would I play hard to get when I wanted it so bad? Let me see where that baby lives, honey, Ralph said. I opened my legs to show him and he quickly mounted me. His cock head glistened with pre cum already as he guided it to the right spot. Ralph took it very slow as if I was 8 months pregnant, but of course his dick was so lengthy just half of it was all I needed to flood my own gates. Ralph slowly fucked my brains out with precision, not ever inserted to the hilt. Ralph had to be the horniest old man in the world. His dick had a mind of it's own as it made it's way to it's hilt. I had to say Oh god Ralph you're in all the way again honey. Mike in the backseat groaned and shot his pitiful load into his hand as his wife was about to accept another man's sperm again. I again reached under to Ralph's big hairy balls and squeezed them one at a time. I began milking those big testicles because I wanted their milk. I gave them a nice long squeeze and Ralph said you're just milking the sperm right out of me aren't you gal? I gave them a series of little squeezes on each ball, and replied yes I am I want what's inside them, honey. Well, honey you want it that bad here it is. Then he gently put some more of HIS baby makin sperm in me in the car, a whole hell of a lot more, and ensured the baby would get well used to mommy's lover's sperm joining it in the womb. We met about twice a month, I didn't want much more contact with him than that. Our routine was pretty standard. We would meet at dinner time, Mike would watch as My lover took all my clothes off, caressed my legs and belly gently, then work my titties over. If Mike wanted to watch our intercourse, (now doggie style), on our bed we let him. We went shopping for maternity clothes, which Ralph would pay for, as most of the clothes were of his choice, I was just to wear them, Mike had no say, then we would stop off for Ralph to make love to me, and pump more sperm inside my rapidly growing belly. I grew pretty quick, we had arranged early on that we would not have any further contact after about 8 months, when I was really large. After each liaison while pregnant, Ralph would keep my panties, and it turned me on knowing that this dirty old guy was probably bragging to his friends how he was shagging some young pretty not-getting-enough housewife. On our final meeting we went to his flat, and he took some pictures of me dressed in my large pink maternity smock, and flat shoes. With affectionate teasing he also took some photos of me partially and completely undressed. I didn't mind the panty and bra poses, but I was embarrassed when he whispered in my ear and kissed my neck that he wanted my panties off. I protested, (and so did Mike), but as he promised not to show them to anyone I took off my bra and after a few shots with my bare enlarged tits and nipples hanging down. I allowed him to pull down my panties for front and rear photos. He took them off and I spread my butt and pussy for his camera. Ralph rubbed my belly and patted my big bare butt and I could easily tell Ralph was at full wood, but I only allowed photographs. He wanted them as his souvenir. I guess I really didn't mind, I had something from him after all, and my husband had had his fantasy fulfilled .....more than expected. I let him keep those panties and the bra that I was pretty sure I wouldn't be needing anytime after the birth. We never saw Ralph again after that. I expect he has happy memories as he does hand-jobs over my panties, looking at my pictures. Husband and I are still happily married with fond memories of our own. Michelle xx
 
 

Submitted by Randy Simmons <mazebutu@home.com>

Many thanx.. again, Randy :-)