fifty5
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last night my wife and I were away from home in an hotel.
My wife had a nightmare - filling the car with diesel and the filling station guy was shutting up. Eventually, the tank was full and the filling ststion was closed. The guy implied that the only way she could pay was with sexual favours...
Meanwhile, I'd fancied the girl who'd been our waitress at dinner: slim, with sexy arms. My fantasy was inviting her to 'party' with us when the restaurant closed.
In a strange bed, I slept and woke, slept and woke, slept and woke.
I built my fantasy each time I woke...
The girl (an east European immigrant) had accepted my invitation and come to our room.
I'd greeted her with a kiss that made the terms of the invitation clear.
At each awakening, my fantasy progressed...
First she came and sat on the bed, accepting a glass of the brandy I'd taken with us (hotel booze is too expensive).
Next time she kissed my wife - while I loosened her top.
Then she turned to me while my wife caressed her and I felt her breasts, then unfastened her trousers.
The next time I woke, I cupped her sex in my hand and found her snatch wet, while my wife nuzzled her neck.
The next time I woke, I told her I was a blood-donor, so was 'clean' - and had had a vasectomy, so couldn't make her pregnant, and asked if I could penetrate her and come inside her ... and she agreed.
The last time I woke, i fingered her until she came, then she licked my wife to climax and I fucked her till I came too.
My question is which story to write for the best reader response, my wife's nightmare or my fantasy, or both? So far, since it's mine, the latter currently has most detail, but I could filll in the gaps in either or both.
Opinions please...
My wife had a nightmare - filling the car with diesel and the filling station guy was shutting up. Eventually, the tank was full and the filling ststion was closed. The guy implied that the only way she could pay was with sexual favours...
Meanwhile, I'd fancied the girl who'd been our waitress at dinner: slim, with sexy arms. My fantasy was inviting her to 'party' with us when the restaurant closed.
In a strange bed, I slept and woke, slept and woke, slept and woke.
I built my fantasy each time I woke...
The girl (an east European immigrant) had accepted my invitation and come to our room.
I'd greeted her with a kiss that made the terms of the invitation clear.
At each awakening, my fantasy progressed...
First she came and sat on the bed, accepting a glass of the brandy I'd taken with us (hotel booze is too expensive).
Next time she kissed my wife - while I loosened her top.
Then she turned to me while my wife caressed her and I felt her breasts, then unfastened her trousers.
The next time I woke, I cupped her sex in my hand and found her snatch wet, while my wife nuzzled her neck.
The next time I woke, I told her I was a blood-donor, so was 'clean' - and had had a vasectomy, so couldn't make her pregnant, and asked if I could penetrate her and come inside her ... and she agreed.
The last time I woke, i fingered her until she came, then she licked my wife to climax and I fucked her till I came too.
My question is which story to write for the best reader response, my wife's nightmare or my fantasy, or both? So far, since it's mine, the latter currently has most detail, but I could filll in the gaps in either or both.
Opinions please...