While lying in my bed one morning I got the urge to "Get myself off". My wife had already left for work, I did not feel like getting up and putting porn in the DVD player and my computer with all the great sex websites was all the way up stairs.
Damn, I thought to myself, I'll have to do this the old fashioned way. I moved my body sideways and placed my feet on the floor. I reached down and moved my underwear over and to one side letting dick and balls out into the fresh morning air and sunlight coming through the blinds. I positioned my pillow under my head and closed my eyes.
As I started to fondle myself I scrolled through the numerous sexual images in my mind from past relationships, one night stands, porn movies, photos of naked women and fantasies from things that I have read.
Nothing really seamed to do the trick that day. I wanted to get off but for some reason I could not get my body and mind to both agree on when it was going to happen. They say that men are visual and I would agree but, visual also means having a good imagination and the willingness to use it. So I scrolled through more images of blonds with big tits using vibrators by the pool, Brunets getting fucked doggie style on the edge of giant four poster beds, Tight assed Redheads in the front seat of a 68 Camero bent over sucking my cock. These where still not the right stuff I needed.
Then, I remembered this T.V. show on HBO that my wife and I had seen earlier in the week
The show was called “Cat House”. It’s about a legal brothel somewhere in Las Vegas and it focuses on the overall operation of the “Cathouse” and how the call girls make their cash and all the different ways that they provide pleasure to their clients.
The show focused on many different types of women. Women with many different shapes, sizes, hair colors and attitudes.
During the show, I asked my wife “If we ever went there, which one would you pick?” Expecting some comment like, “I’d never go there” or “you’re kidding right?” I was surprised when she said “The short brunette with the pretty smile. I think her name was Isabel” I was flabbergasted! Did she just say what I think she said?
WOW, this opened up all sorts of new possibilities! This tore down skyscraper high walls, this blew away mile wide barriers."
YES Rebecca, There is a Santa Claus!
As I remembered us sitting in our living room watching the show and the big busted brunette that she was talking about, I started to get hard. Yup, the new images running through my mind where beginning to take effect. My alter ego was beginning to awaken.
If I could ever get my wife of 12 years to go into a place like that, what would we do? How would we do it? Would I just watch them have sex or would she actually let me fuck or get sucked by someone else?
Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy, this was defiantly working. I was now as hard as the walls of Fort Knocks and new images began to pour through my head, my imagination was in full overdrive. In one image, my wife was getting her pussy licked while I fucked Miss Brunette from behind. In another, my wife sat squirming on my face as I ate her pussy and face fucked our new friend! And then the image I stuck with…… I was sitting on the edge of a large wing backed chair, both feet planted firmly on the floor. My wife’s is facing away from me. Her perfect ass was pressed back against my stomach while her tight pussy slid up and down on my large penetrating dick I had both of my hands wrapped around her slender body gripping her large 34D breasts while they tried to bounce in rhythm to her body going up and down on my hardened shaft.
The best part of this moving image was that our new brunette friend was kneeling on the floor in front of us, her hands resting on my inner thighs as she licked my hardened cock and my wife’s swollen clit at the same time while my wife road me for all I was worth.
Within a few minutes of this image materializing in my brain my dick exploded with a power I had not felt in a long time. I lay there slightly out of breath, the image of both my wife and I getting sucked and licked at the same time while we fucked was unbelievable.
A threesome was something that I had never dared to bring into conversation or think seriously about with my wife. But, after her comment about the “Short Brunette” and those vivid, erotic, sensual thoughts about them both fucking my brains out. I think I will be looking at purchasing a couple of plane tickets to Las Vegas or at least looking for an attractive short brunette call girl to come play with us.
