Which fantasy do you want to become real ?

The one where my Cock is hard at the bar at a swing club… in the hand of a Married friend.
As Me and her, picked out Cocks all have her, after I fuck her mouth, grope and finger her… then a gangbang… while he strokes away upstairs, seated in the gothic room.
Hard.
She enjoys a Train, DP, Airtight, Fucked in Stocks, on the Swing and a Bukkake Facial finish.
Sooooooo wet at the thought.
 
A couple and friends close enough and open-minded enough that you can go out for dinner one night, and at the end hug and say bi and head home after a good time with close friends, and nothing more, but in another instance instead get a room to end fucking like rabbits amongst us all!

Lather, rinse, repeat, including toys, changing venues, also inviting other people in special occasions, etc., etc.
 
Fantasy :::: how about a wife that enjoys fucking her husband, ME. 25 years means nothing to her.
 
Well, there are many but I’ll go with the one I think is most likely to actually happen: my wife goes for a massage from a male masseuse, everything innocent, nothing pre-planned, etc. and, well, it somehow escalates and he fingers her till she cums.
 
A beautiful local morning talk radio personality that moved here some years ago from New York City and I have a chance encounter at one Saturday afternoon at the Badd Kitty adult store here in Myrtle Beach. Though "conservative" to her listeners, having met and observed the way she carries herself, I was suspicious if she was secretly bisexual or at least bi curious. We had met several times at social functions previously and I noticed her intently observing my cleavage as I was in turn hers. She is eyeing dildos, black cock dildos. I can see she is breathing a bit heavily. So intent is she , she does not notice me moving next to her. Softly I, "L...you might like that one", pointing to an 8" fleshlike chocolate colored fake cock. She gasps as she recognizes me and I call her by name. "Don't worry, you're secrets safe with me" I assure her. Then looking back at the veiny dick, I say "I have one. I named him Jamal. I think you might like it". "You..you have one of these?" she stammers? Moving closer I respond, "And not just that one..I have way more than one."

Less than two hours later she is naked, tits to the bed, ass up, screaming in pleasure as I fuck her pussy with "Jamal" with my right hand, the middle finger of my left, sliding in and out of her asshole.
 
After my ex joked I should probably be dating her mom because I was always flirting with her in a jokingly manner and her back, my ex said “moms closer to your age than me, you should date her.”
I fantasize about her all the time, being with a much older woman is what I need!
 
A great first post. My fantasy is to live in a house with similar minded people like you guys.

We all have sex (with permission and without jealousy) wherever and whenever we want it.
 
A beautiful local morning talk radio personality that moved here some years ago from New York City and I have a chance encounter at one Saturday afternoon at the Badd Kitty adult store here in Myrtle Beach. Though "conservative" to her listeners, having met and observed the way she carries herself, I was suspicious if she was secretly bisexual or at least bi curious. We had met several times at social functions previously and I noticed her intently observing my cleavage as I was in turn hers. She is eyeing dildos, black cock dildos. I can see she is breathing a bit heavily. So intent is she , she does not notice me moving next to her. Softly I, "L...you might like that one", pointing to an 8" fleshlike chocolate colored fake cock. She gasps as she recognizes me and I call her by name. "Don't worry, you're secrets safe with me" I assure her. Then looking back at the veiny dick, I say "I have one. I named him Jamal. I think you might like it". "You..you have one of these?" she stammers? Moving closer I respond, "And not just that one..I have way more than one."

Less than two hours later she is naked, tits to the bed, ass up, screaming in pleasure as I fuck her pussy with "Jamal" with my right hand, the middle finger of my left, sliding in and out of her asshole.
Gotta love how us Carolinians think. Lol
 
It would be better to ask me which fantasy I do not want to become real... For if I fantasize about it, it's that I long for it, duh.

The sad thing is that many of mine are mutually exclusive, either because one can only live certain things for the first time once, or even only once ever. Especially some of the darker ones that I can't really write about in detail here. Aging also doesn't help – can't turn the calendar back 30, 40, 50 or even more years...

The good thing, however, is that such constraints make me try again and again to come up with ways to combine at least some of those fantasies into one "mega fantasy", which is "mega fun" to do. I can spend a whole joyful morning in bed doing nothing other than to invent and then mentally "rewrite" one of those. Several of my story sketches resulted from such lazy mornings. Most of those never get completed as a story, however, for, when my rational mind sets in, I tend to find too many unrealistic twists and turns.
 
The one where, during a routine visit, my male gynecologist "takes advantage" of me. He notices I'm wet, and watches my expression as he rubs my clit while my legs are spread in stirrups. "Let's do a quick stimulation assessment. Try to hold still. That's it, good girl. Do you like letting men inspect your pussy? I'm going to use two fingers now. A little faster. Shhh, try not to make noises." Eventually, he'd unfasten his belt, unzip his zipper, and step forward between my spread legs. I feel something warm and hard press against my slick entrance, rubbing in my wetness. He'd say, "I'm going to insert a tool inside you. You'll feel some pressure as it pushes deeper. Remember to keep your legs wide open." He'd grip my bare hips and step forward, sinking his cock into my tight, soaked entrance, pushing deeper until I felt the fabric of his trousers press between my legs. Then he'd moan and call me a good girl, praising me for taking all of his tool. He'd hold himself buried inside me, pull open my gown, and squeeze both my tits, groping them and pinching my nipples. He'd start to fuck me then, slowly at first, while he squeezed my tits. "This is what you came in for, isn't it?" he'd ask as he thrust into me. It really is.
 
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