Alternate Sexual Realities

[AchtungNight]

I once saved a woman’s life on 6th Street. That’s an entertainment district in Austin Tx. New Year’s Eve, 2008-9. I’m hanging out in the crowd absorbing emotions- I’m an empath. I notice a college age girl slumped on the side of the street, unable to stand. She’s also shaking and crying. Her friend, also female, is bent over her unsure what to do. Nobody else seems to be paying attention to them. Calling upon my security guard training, I walk over and ask if I can help.

It turns out to be anaphylactic shock brought on by alcohol poisoning. The friend and I carefully stand the injured girl up and walk her through the crowd to a major intersection as everyone around us shouts Happy New Year! There I see and hail a cop, who gets a bunch of their fellow officers to surround us with their horses. Then an ambulance arrives and takes the girl and her friend away. No room for me in there, they’re from out of town anyway. I give them my email, ask me to let them know if they turn out ok. The next day I get word they’re fine, thanks, but I never hear from them again.

I won’t re-spin that situation into a sexual fantasy. No way it could have worked out as one. If the one girl got sobered up later and she and the friend were both into me… they weren’t obviously… I would have gladly met them later for a hookup. But hoping for such a thing wasn’t why I helped them.

The experience did partially inspire my story Ruleskirter however. It starts with a 6th Street rescue too.
https://literotica.com/s/ruleskirter

 

[gtnlynn]

When my wife and I were dating in high school, I promised her that I would not have sex with her until our wedding night. I loved her too much to risk getting her pregnant. A few years later, after she had been dating other guys in college, we got engaged. One night we were making out in my car and I had her naked. She used her fingers to open herself and said, “I want you inside me.” I started to slip my cock into her, but I stopped and wouldn’t do it. After we married, she confessed that she had been having sex with others in college. That made me wish I had fucked her that night. She, however, said she was glad I didn’t.

 

[t_h_seacrest]

So since becoming off and on enmeshed in the world of erotic fantasy literature, exploring kinks/fetishes, I've had cause to recollect what are often fleeting moments and often fuzzy; apply what I've studied these recent years in wonderment about what if things had gone differently. There is one, very blurry, flickering micro-scene, that surfaces and then submerges back into that foggy void of past memories.

I was about 19, community college student. Small city. I'd gotten enough evidence that some women found me physically attractive so I could assume to be considered at least a cute youngish-looking guy who was so terribly bashful around pretty women. Always crushed to learn the ones I seemed to connect with already had a boyfriend.

So one day in the break room I was at a table with a few others (don't recall the male/female ration), and there was this one girl who was never hesitant saying she thought I was hot, a doll, etc.... alas she was engaged to be married. And I was oblivious to so much... anyway I still remember her saying to me something like... well I can't remember the exact words, but the gist was that she'd entertained at least once the thought of me living with she and he-who-would-be her husband. And she found it a very pleasing thought. Innocent and shy as I was, I just could not understand why she might like to have me live in an intimate space if she already had a husband. And if I didn't have a girlfriend.

Well nowadays if that fleeting memory flashes...

maybe this is another story to add to the list - getting way way behind, just can't seem to get the literary muscles moving much these days.

 

[allthetimeitsthere]

We were going to a party.
I had just dated my husband for a few months and he was visiting me in Sweden.
A friend of my sister was driving us there. We were all drunk and stoned.
My sister was up front and me and my future husband in the back. My sister starts stroking the driver, pulls out his cock and start giving him head.
My and future hubby just sit in the back and watch. She finishes and swallows his cum, and then act like nothing happened.

I really, really, really wish I would have been brave enough to start giving future hubby head at the same time. To share that moment with my sister and maybe it would have led to more stuff.
Maybe a foursome.
Maybe she would have sucked his cock too.

Afterwards no one said anything.
Sis has never brought it up.
Neither has hubby.
Or me.

Bring it up....you never know, someone has to make a move. I'd talk to sis 1st though. She might not be interested in your hubby now, maybe she has her eye on something else?

 

[herpanties75]

my alternative

was my friends now wife, woke me up in middle of the night to ask if i was serious about my current gf (she was in a lovely nightie). have a slept i replied yes to which she smile and got up and left.

In alternative, I said no and she joined me in bed and we have some fun, maybe my friend over hears and joins us also

 

[Easyvirtue]

I spent the night with a girl and her family before we went on a trip to Kings Island the next morning. The girl and I were good friends and I guess I truly wanted her but that night we were in our PJ’s and I could tell she was wearing colored polka dotted panties under her sheer jammy pants and she had no bra on under her shirt. I of course wished we would have hooked up late in the night but didn’t. Then on the way home she laid her head on my lap and fell asleep and I also wished she would have unzipped my jeans pulled out my cock and blown me while her parents were in the front seat!

 

[Groppius]

This isn't as hot and sexy as a lot of these other stories but it's something I return to quite often.

Years ago a friend broke up with his girlfriend. I knew them both before they were a couple and I was determined to keep them both as friends after the split but there was some tight rope walking to be done there. Regardless I was the only one in our friend group who helped her move out of the place she was sharing with my friend and into a new place. It was one of those annoying moves that consisted of multiple car rides back and forth from one place to another.

On the final trip- loading the last of her stuff from the other apartment the last thing left was the bed. We were both tired and just sort of settled into laying down on her queen sized bed for a few minutes. It was platonic...

But laying there, on my side, facing away from her... I could feel her, laying on her side looking at me. I had the very distinct feeling that if I turned around at that moment and faced her. Things would have happened. As I write this now I'm imagining putting my hand on her midsection, sneaking it under her shirt but lingering just about the top of her pants. Pulling myself closer- our respective breathing growing sharp and heavy in mounting anticipation. Our legs intermingling. Hips perhaps grinding until I finally decide to get on top of her. And then comes the proverbial 'what are we doing?' question and she undoes my pants.

Or perhaps she would have wound up on top of me. She always had the most amazing breasts, this would have been my chance to finally hold them.

The fantasy goes on from there, a hundred different permutations but that's sort of where it always begins.

 

[Mike130]

I was in my mid 20’s and had a girlfriend about 4 years older than me. Great body, sexually uninhibited. Only girl that ever ate my ass. Anyways, she knew a girl that was my travel agent and she hinted about a swap with the other girl and the boyfriend. I was a bit naive and probably a little jealous at the time so we never went through with it.

A few years later, a more mature me would not have hesitated…

 

[BrightShinyGirl]

In my 20s I worked the register at an art store in Houston. One of my coworkers was a goth guy. He had kind of brooding good looks and there was definitely chemistry between us. One night after work he asked me if I’d like to see something cool, and he took me to a little abandoned cemetery with a view of downtown.

It was cool, but it didn’t occur to me until later that he was probably hoping to get lucky, so my alternate sexual reality is me picking up on the cues he was giving off, and getting banged on top of an overgrown grave by a cute goth guy.

 

[lit_ch3]

My normally pretty staid wife, at least in bed, was going through a horny phase and we'd been having some pretty satisfying sex for a year or so. She'd been far more vocal than in the past. More than onve while riding me, or while I was riding her, teased me about how much I'd like another woman in bed with us.

So, we go to a holiday party. A recently broken-up friend of ours comes over to chat. Not *really* my type physically, but a very sexy little thing nonetheless. The conversation's going on, mostly girl talk, and I'm kinda zoning in and out. And then our friend exclaims "And I really like sex!!!" I turned back to the conversation and without missing a beat said "Funny! We do too! We should get together some time!"

Coulda cut the air with a knife. Not one of us, including me, knew where to go with this next. Each looking at the other, several times before my wife changed the subject.

Later, but not that night, my wife asked if our friend would be the other woman we brought into our bed. I said I thought she was sexy, in a 'built to fuck' kind of way. And that was the end of it.

Can't count the number of times I've gotten myself off projecting this event further on in my head.

 

[NubiaUnbound]

I was at an introductory mixer for various departments when I started my PhD. I was exhausted from moving in to my apartment the night before but had a very nice conversation with two women from another department. They were roommates and I got the feeling that they were a couple. I got their phone number on a random piece of paper which I promptly lost, most likely when I was getting my bus fare out. It wasn't until later that night that I realized they were both hitting on me and in my exhausted state I couldn't for the life of me recall their names. I have been facepalming myself for that one for years.

 

[Kenrychard]

More than half my masturbation fantasies fall in this category, I was an idiot, I have a lot of them. But sharing would reveal what a loser I was LOL.

Here is a favorite... I was sharing a small 2 bedroom house with a married couple, best friend and his wife. His wife and I had history, had dated in High School, and I had totally blown it. Years later, living together could get a little difficult for me. Late one she and I were watching, of all things, Porky's. Stupid teen sex film. And somewhere along the way out of her mouth, talking about what we were seeing, she says "fuck" and "blow job". I "look" at her.. "Hey, you've heard me cuss before" .. "yeah, but I've never heard you say fuck and be talking about fucking, but that's nothing like hearing you say 'blow job', I can barely stand it"( Point out here, this is a classy girl, cellist in a major orchestra, goes to church, etc) "Why, what's the big deal?" "hon. because I have kissed you, and you are the sexiest most sensual kisser ever. And I've only had sex 3 times and have never had a blow job.( true) So if you give head half as passionately as the way you kiss...just hearing you say Blow Job and I am dying just imagining it."
She sits there a minute or to, gets a little smile, and goes to their room. Her husband is asleep, has an early shift next day. She comes back a few minutes later, pissed off about something. I am SURE she asked him if she could blow me. ( SO fantasy number one is he says sure, instead of NO.
But that was the start... a few weeks later, late night and husband asleep again, its hot, midsummer here is brutal. She and I walk a few blocks down to the park, maybe 1 AM. Dead quiet streets, park has the massive sprinklers going, the ones that pulse. She runs to one and twists it, chasing me with the water and soaking me. I try to get her the same way but she's too fast, so instead I just catch her. Holding her from behind, I walk her into the stream, then walk slowly forward, the pulsing jet soaking her until its hitting right in her crotch. Then I hold her there, just moving sideways a little as the sprinkler circles, keeping the pulsing stream of water on her jeans right where her privates are. It couldn't be more obvious, and she just kind of swoons and lets me continue. Now, I don't know if the water pressure itself was enough to stimulate her, but I know that she knows I was deliberately being sexual, and she was responding.. and so was I. There is no way she did not feel my solid erection pressed firmly against her ass. And then the sprinkler cycle ended. Every fiber of my being said, let go of your grip around her waist( well high, so that her breasts were heavily weighing on my arms) and just reach down and start caressing her where the water was.... I couldn't... best friend's wife...even though he had stolen her from me 8 years ago, sort of, my fault actually but that's another story, also in this category.... so I just let her go, we laugh a little and walk home.
SO I was 16 when I first fell for her, 24 when this happened, and 66 Sunday, she and I still talk or email occasionally and I have never stopped loving her. I must have masturbated a thousand times to...and thats a better story LOL.

 

[jaF0]

I can't explain why, but I've been having thoughts/visions of people I haven't seen in many, many years, didn't know well then and neither of us really liked the other at all. I'm not even sure they're still alive.

 

[jaF0]

It was cool, but it didn’t occur to me until later that he was probably hoping to get lucky, so my alternate sexual reality is me picking up on the cues

I have a similar past experience that only recently has got me wondering what it really was all about. Can't/won't say more though.

It's sort of related to the post above in that it happened very long ago and I've not had any contact with the person since the late 1980s.