What is your wife’s favorite fantasy?

years back when we were trying to make a baby, we were on a strict schedule. when the bell rung, we had to drop what we were doing and go to the bedroom.

although that was fine most of the time, the bell rung just after we had a particularity nasty argument. we didn't even want to talk to each other, let alone be intimate with each other.

i am absolutely positive that my wife fantasized that evening.....i believe that she fantasized that SHE was someone else.....i know that i fantasized that i was someone else.
 
I have my suspicions that she fantasizes about trying a black guy. She “jokingly” mentioned it early in our 13-year relationship and now her porn and male appreciation is all darker dudes with tattoos. Just a hunch but she’s always denied having fantasies.
 
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I got mine to open up years ago....her ultimate fantasy is to see 4 black guys hung like Dredd spit roasting me two at a time until all four pumped baby batter downy throat.

Then she got cold feet about doing it
 
Her favorite fantasy is to watch me suck a cock to completion and swallow it all. Then, after the guy recovers, she wants to watch him fuck me doggy style. She would prefer it if he could fuck me more than once. I’ve never been fucked, but I’d do it, just for her.

Well, perhaps I’d enjoy it too…lol

PS. She knows I’ve sucked cock, as I have described some of my adventures.
 
My wife is super shy sexually and doesn't talk about it much. But I did get her to tell me one time after she woke up from a sex dream that she had dreamed of the two property brother guys from HGTV doing stuff to her. It was such a turn on.
I could imagine a spinoff, Listings with porn.
 
Towards the end of my marriage, my ex and I were trying to salvage things after I discovered she was having an affair. Following that discovery and my subsequent decision to try and save my marriage, we actually began to get on much better and our sex lives actually improved. We took several out of town trips where we fucked like teenagers in various locations we had always talked about visiting. We also discussed our fantasies in detail. Although most of mine were non-starters for her, I was willing to try anything she wanted to spice things up. We visited a couple of sex clubs where we ended up watching others and having sex with each other while others watched, which was pretty hot, but she wasn't interested in having others join us. She would occasionally use a strap-on and fuck me in the ass but she never really got into it as much as I did. I also used a strap-on to double-penetrate her, which she absolutely loved, but anytime I mentioned including a male partner for a real DP, she balked.

As things were winding down again despite my best efforts, we took a long weekend trip to Boston. We saw all the sights and fucked like rabbits. We usually had cocktails in the lobby bar before going out for the evening, and then a nightcap when we returned. The first night we were there, I noticed a very attractive younger woman watching us. I made eye contact and she smiled and raised her drink. The next night she was also in the bar when we returned and we exchanged smiles again. This time my wife noticed and asked if I knew her. I said I didn't, but told her I found her very attractive. My wife agreed. The last night of our trip, we returned to the hotel a bit earlier than the past few nights. The bar was extremely crowded and as we looked around for a place to sit, the women I had seen on the previous nights raised her hand and gestured for us to join her at her table. After consulting with my wife, we joined her.

It became readily apparent after just a few minutes that she was attracted to my wife. I watched in fascination as she hit on my wife, at first very subtly, but as the evening progressed, a bit more overtly. She would frequently touch my wife's arm or leg when talking to her. It all seemed to fly right over my wife's head. After a few drinks, my wife announced she was ready for bed and stood up. I stood as well, and our new friend looked at me in what I thought was frustration. I asked my wife if she wanted our new friend to accompany us back to our room. Her response was "What? No, I don't think so." I shrugged at our new friend, who looked very disappointed, and my wife and I headed for the elevator. On the elevator, I told my wife that I thought our new friend was really into her. She laughed and said she didn't think so. I explained the things I had seen and by the time we had arrived at our room my wife had a change of heart. She told me to go get our new friend and invite her to join us. I was shocked and amazed, but my cock was rock hard and I raced back down to the bar. My wife had never expressed any serious interest in women or having someone else join us. When I arrived back at the bar, our new friend was nowhere to be found. I searched the lobby as well but no luck. I only knew her first name so couldn't ask after her at the front desk. I was extremely dejected heading back up to our room and seeing the disappointed look on my wife's face where she sat naked and waiting on the bed was heartbreaking. We did have sex, but my wife wasn't really into it.

We would often talk about the woman we met in Boston and my wife would express some interest in having sex with a woman, but it never went further than her describing some very sexy fantasies about having sex with another woman. Our marriage ended not long after that when I discovered she was having another affair, but her favorite fantasies during that time always involved her having sex with our Boston friend.
 
Mon épouse ne manque pas de fantasmes et est déjà ultra sexuée, son principal fantasme est d'être vendue dans un bordel d'abattage en Afrique, elle mouille abondamment à chaque fois que nous en parlons.
Son deuxième plus gros fantasme mais celui ci se réalisera serait d'être captive dans une cave de cité et servir de vide couilles à tous les mecs pendant une semaine ou deux.
Dans les deux cas nous baisons comme des malades a chaque fois que nous en parlons.
 
Towards the end of my marriage, my ex and I were trying to salvage things after I discovered she was having an affair. Following that discovery and my subsequent decision to try and save my marriage, we actually began to get on much better and our sex lives actually improved. We took several out of town trips where we fucked like teenagers in various locations we had always talked about visiting. We also discussed our fantasies in detail. Although most of mine were non-starters for her, I was willing to try anything she wanted to spice things up. We visited a couple of sex clubs where we ended up watching others and having sex with each other while others watched, which was pretty hot, but she wasn't interested in having others join us. She would occasionally use a strap-on and fuck me in the ass but she never really got into it as much as I did. I also used a strap-on to double-penetrate her, which she absolutely loved, but anytime I mentioned including a male partner for a real DP, she balked.

As things were winding down again despite my best efforts, we took a long weekend trip to Boston. We saw all the sights and fucked like rabbits. We usually had cocktails in the lobby bar before going out for the evening, and then a nightcap when we returned. The first night we were there, I noticed a very attractive younger woman watching us. I made eye contact and she smiled and raised her drink. The next night she was also in the bar when we returned and we exchanged smiles again. This time my wife noticed and asked if I knew her. I said I didn't, but told her I found her very attractive. My wife agreed. The last night of our trip, we returned to the hotel a bit earlier than the past few nights. The bar was extremely crowded and as we looked around for a place to sit, the women I had seen on the previous nights raised her hand and gestured for us to join her at her table. After consulting with my wife, we joined her.

It became readily apparent after just a few minutes that she was attracted to my wife. I watched in fascination as she hit on my wife, at first very subtly, but as the evening progressed, a bit more overtly. She would frequently touch my wife's arm or leg when talking to her. It all seemed to fly right over my wife's head. After a few drinks, my wife announced she was ready for bed and stood up. I stood as well, and our new friend looked at me in what I thought was frustration. I asked my wife if she wanted our new friend to accompany us back to our room. Her response was "What? No, I don't think so." I shrugged at our new friend, who looked very disappointed, and my wife and I headed for the elevator. On the elevator, I told my wife that I thought our new friend was really into her. She laughed and said she didn't think so. I explained the things I had seen and by the time we had arrived at our room my wife had a change of heart. She told me to go get our new friend and invite her to join us. I was shocked and amazed, but my cock was rock hard and I raced back down to the bar. My wife had never expressed any serious interest in women or having someone else join us. When I arrived back at the bar, our new friend was nowhere to be found. I searched the lobby as well but no luck. I only knew her first name so couldn't ask after her at the front desk. I was extremely dejected heading back up to our room and seeing the disappointed look on my wife's face where she sat naked and waiting on the bed was heartbreaking. We did have sex, but my wife wasn't really into it.

We would often talk about the woman we met in Boston and my wife would express some interest in having sex with a woman, but it never went further than her describing some very sexy fantasies about having sex with another woman. Our marriage ended not long after that when I discovered she was having another affair, but her favorite fantasies during that time always involved her having sex with our Boston friend.
The “fish” that got away. That has got to be frustrating. Fun post, thanks for sharing.
 
Mon épouse ne manque pas de fantasmes et est déjà ultra sexuée, son principal fantasme est d'être vendue dans un bordel d'abattage en Afrique, elle mouille abondamment à chaque fois que nous en parlons.
Son deuxième plus gros fantasme mais celui ci se réalisera serait d'être captive dans une cave de cité et servir de vide couilles à tous les mecs pendant une semaine ou deux.
Dans les deux cas nous baisons comme des malades a chaque fois que nous en parlons.
Pendant une semaine ou deux, faut croire qu’elle est insatiable. 😉
 
My wife's favorite fantasy is a clean house and not having to make dinner.
 
My ex-wife and I married too young.

Most of her fantasies involved creative uses for our checking account and fucking fat country boys with skoal rings and chlamydia while I was overseas (contractor, not military).

Anyway, she used to tell me that sex hurt. Sometimes she'd turn away from me even touching her. I'm a caring and receptive guy. I asked if there was anything I could change or do. She would just say, "I don't know" and clam up. I knew there was something going on, but I'm not a mind-reader, and that seems to be what she expected. I told her she needed to speak to a doctor about it.

We went through a long period without sex before she ended up with something she couldn't hide (see above). Thankfully, our unwelcome abstinence kept me from getting it.

We split amicably (mostly) and maintained contact. Every so often she'd get emotional and call to reminisce. That's when she finally opened up about the sex hurting thing.

She told me she had a... am I allowed to drop the term? She wanted me to push her for sex, even force the issue. Violently. Based on her past experiences (read: trauma), she figured that's what I would do because I'm a guy. I knew about what happened to her, and I would never have dreamed of doing that without a long talk about boundaries.

It sticks out to me all these years later. I'd have done whatever she wanted. But, like I said, I'm not just going to throw her down and non-con her ass without some kind of boundary/consent conversation.

The inability to communicate was our hurdle, and we stumbled.
 
My ex-wife and I married too young.

Most of her fantasies involved creative uses for our checking account and fucking fat country boys with skoal rings and chlamydia while I was overseas (contractor, not military).

Anyway, she used to tell me that sex hurt. Sometimes she'd turn away from me even touching her. I'm a caring and receptive guy. I asked if there was anything I could change or do. She would just say, "I don't know" and clam up. I knew there was something going on, but I'm not a mind-reader, and that seems to be what she expected. I told her she needed to speak to a doctor about it.

We went through a long period without sex before she ended up with something she couldn't hide (see above). Thankfully, our unwelcome abstinence kept me from getting it.

We split amicably (mostly) and maintained contact. Every so often she'd get emotional and call to reminisce. That's when she finally opened up about the sex hurting thing.

She told me she had a... am I allowed to drop the term? She wanted me to push her for sex, even force the issue. Violently. Based on her past experiences (read: trauma), she figured that's what I would do because I'm a guy. I knew about what happened to her, and I would never have dreamed of doing that without a long talk about boundaries.

It sticks out to me all these years later. I'd have done whatever she wanted. But, like I said, I'm not just going to throw her down and non-con her ass without some kind of boundary/consent conversation.

The inability to communicate was our hurdle, and we stumbled.
That is a little sad for both of you, it seems like you care for her, even now.

Maybe it’s not too late for you two?

Vaginism Or vaginismus is a well known topic by health professionals. You are correct, she should talk to a doctor, I would suggest a sex therapist since it’s a physical response to the mind.

Hope you both are happy today.

Thanks for sharing.
 
That is a little sad for both of you, it seems like you care for her, even now.

Maybe it’s not too late for you two?

Vaginism Or vaginismus is a well known topic by health professionals. You are correct, she should talk to a doctor, I would suggest a sex therapist since it’s a physical response to the mind.

Hope you both are happy today.

Thanks for sharing.
Based on what she told me later, it wasn't a real thing. More of a roleplay in which she wanted me to force her, even though it "hurt". Or maybe specifically because it hurt. I don't know. She was disappointed that I didn’t just take it.

She had a lot of mental issues, but she's remarried now and I assume she's happy. I know I am.
 
I'm not married, so I can't answer this question firsthand. However, as the single gal in a group of married friends, I'm the one they each confide in separately. Rita, who is a Type A bitch wants to be dominated. Knowing her husband, that will never happen. Mags, who likes anal, wants to peg her husband but can't find a way to bring it up. But overall, more than anything else, all my gal pals have one common fantasy -- they want to fuck, correction, they want to get fucked by one of their husband's friends. Not a cuckold thing, just one on one.

Every time I hear this fantasy, they usually have a fantasy story to go with it. Katrina has this thing for Stephanie's husband. In her fantasy, she's in the mall and sees him (Craig) they chat and decide to get lunch. At lunch, they flirt, and he gives her $100 to go to Victoria's Secret, buy and wear sexy lingerie and then walk to the Sheraton Hotel next door, where they fuck the afternoon away. She's home in time for dinner. I told her to write that into a story for Literotica.

Stephanie is no better. Her fantasy is about Rita's husband Terry. Rita has run off in this fantasy, and Stephanie's husband has died. She and Terry go for a ride up the coast and have a few drinks by the seaside. They drink too much, and better safe than sorry, get a room to sleep it off. When in the room, they sober up by fucking.

Vivki's fantasy has to do with Terry, too. In the real world, she and Terry carpool three days a week. In her fantasy, Terry tells her offhandedly that Rita doesn't think blowjobs are cheating. She then proceeds to give Terry a blowjob all the way home. They increased their carpool from 3 days a week to 5. NOTE: This one might actually be happening. I'll report back when I know more.

So there it is guys; your wife is probably fantasizing about your friend. The common denominator (why is Terry so popular?) is looks and humor. Terry is late 40's, has his hair, runs, and above it all, he's very funny. I would be lying if I said I hadn't also fantasized about him myself. But this thread is about married girls, so I'll save my fantasies for my stories.
Top notch answer gorgeous! I think you're spot on. Every woman, just like every man has fantasies outside of their marriage. Whether or not they act upon them comes down to the individual/s. I can honestly say that since being married, 14 years now, the sex better and more open. Both of us have had a good share of fun before we met/got hitched. I'm grateful for that because I can tap into those experiences and share or give them to her. Lol..just this morning I told her how I'd fantasized about her getting fucked by two hot islander security guards at the airport that screened us on a recent holiday. They were both fit and had a good sense of humor. Being a man, I could feel their attraction to her wickedly hot petite bod. When I told her about this fantasy that they took her into their screening room and made me wait outside, I could feel her arousal. I like to have fun with situations like this. She took the dogs out for a quick walk and I'm willing to bet that she comes back through the front door with fire between her thighs and lust in her eyes. Hehe..I'll play coy and then feed her a little more of what they did to her behind that closed door..if she asks🤌🥂⚔️
 
Based on what she told me later, it wasn't a real thing. More of a roleplay in which she wanted me to force her, even though it "hurt". Or maybe specifically because it hurt. I don't know. She was disappointed that I didn’t just take it.

She had a lot of mental issues, but she's remarried now and I assume she's happy. I know I am.
Interesting, well, as long as you both are happy, good for the both of you.
 
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