My life has recently taken a turn. I veered off my normal route and found a road that is much more exciting to follow. There used to be a disconnect between fantasy and reality in my life, but now I am able to navigate those two concepts simultaneously. My fantasies have become reality, and my reality reads like fantasy.
Just this week, I wrote a post for Masturbation Monday that reads like a filthy fiction piece straight out of a dream or a nightmare depending on your particular kinks. The truth is, it wasn’t fiction. Well, not really. I didn’t really suck off a stranger in a gravel parking lot under a bridge. But, I did receive a series of sexy texts from a “stranger”, and I did drive to a secluded parking lot under a bridge where I met someone and gave them a blowjob. It just happened to be my husband who sent me the texts to meet at a secret rendezvous, and it was his cock I wrapped my lips around in the back of a truck. The idea of being shared disturbs me and excites me at the same time. I don’t think I would ever want to push my boundaries to that point, but the idea of it makes me incredibly hot. The fantasy of meeting a stranger for the sole purpose of servicing him without conversation, acknowledgement, or reciprocation taps into those deep dark fantasies that I have kept to myself for way too long.
I’ve spoken about my husband’s talent for making various sex toys and other implements of sweet torture. He also created a piece that enabled me to act out my MMF threesome fantasy. He isn’t comfortable with the idea of inviting another man into our bedroom, so he found a creative way to bring that fantasy to life. He told me that I was to prepare myself fully for our Sunday evening scene, including wearing my large butt plug. I was already excited and ready for anything after receiving these instructions, fidgeting and pacing with subby impatience while I waited for the clock to tick down. The landline rang, interrupting my anticipation and piquing my curiosity. No one ever calls the house phone. He answered and told the mystery caller that everything was good to go and to show up at 2 o’clock. I looked at him for answers, but he gave me nothing but a shake of his head and pointed to the bedroom where I was to wait. He blindfolded me and left me kneeling on the carpet, naked and plugged, and dying with curiosity and wonder. Moments later there was a knock at the door, and I heard his voice telling someone to remain quiet and to lie down on the floor. Deep down I knew that he wouldn’t invite anyone to join us sexually without discussing it explicitly with me beforehand, but my dirty mind is wondering (hoping?) if he’d made some sort of plan.
He stood me up and walked me a few feet over and told me to sit down on his friend’s cock. I was vibrating with nerves and arousal, but totally unsure of myself. Blind and unsteady, I lowered my body down onto this mystery cock, grasping onto his hands so I wouldn’t fall. I felt the lifeless flesh of our large jelly dildo probe my entrance, and I was instantly relieved and ecstatic. I sat down all the way, impaling myself fully on the dildo and felt that he’d attached my Hitachi Wand to his homemade dildo mount, positioned to perfectly line up with my clit. I wish I could have seen the huge goofy smile on my face as I realized what he’d done. He grabbed my hair in his hand and guided his cock towards my mouth, telling me the dirtiest things about his slut with her three holes filled as I rode the dildo and wand in a frenzy, barely able to concentrate on a proper blow job. My orgasm came quickly and was so intense I could barely function well enough to bring him to his own climax. For all the work and planning behind this scene, it sure didn’t take us long to finish. The reality is that I probably will never be in a situation where three men are inside me all at once, and I probably wouldn’t like it anyway. It would be too much stimulation, too many moving parts. I love that he is able to create a fictional world that works for me in reality.
There is one particular post on my blog that reads like pure smutty fiction straight from both of our dreams.Even months later, I can’t believe that it is, in fact, a real depiction of our experience. My husband and I have had threesomes with other women many times before, and they were wonderful, but this particular encounter was exceptional. I don’t know if it was a certain connection that we all had or if it was just that the stars were properly aligned that night, but the three of us came together for a spectacular night of fucking, fingering, licking, and sucking. The story reads like fiction, but every bit of it really happened, and I will store it in my spank bank for years to come.
Now that I’ve opened up about some of the twisted fantasies I have, I can live them out in real life. I can be a trained slut, a woman who takes three cocks at once, and a sexual goddess able to please her husband and another woman at the same time. I can do all of this while still being me. Our D/s has provided a space where I am comfortable sharing my fantasies, feeding Sir’s imagination and allowing him to create a reality that is fantastical, just like fiction, where fantasy and reality are parallel paths that I can travel at the same time.