Draped across the bed was a man’s black robe along with what appeared to be my personal initialed hygiene bag. I picked it up to verify the contents and confirmed that it was. Honestly, I felt a little better for some strange reason. It made me feel comfortable to know something belonged to me in this unfamiliar setting. All at once, I began to believe that this was a special rendezvous. Maybe some friend of my wife’s owned this place and she was trying to spice up our sex game a bit by adding a little suspense to things. Between her schedule and mine, our love life was not what it should have been. But when it was, it was always great.
Adjacent to the bedroom was the master bathroom. The next set of in
structions instructed me to shower thoroughly and await my surprise from the comfort of the bed. I showered and baby-oiled my body, paying close attention to my chest and legs. I’m in great condition, even though I don’t work out as much as I used to. I rubbed my inner thighs and my private area, feeling a little stubble around my crotch. I shave my pubic hair all the time. It is something I don’t care for. My wife teases me all the time about my feminine hygiene ways. I wished I would have shaved.
I stepped back into the bedroom, oiling my bald head and anticipating my surprise, wearing nothing except the robe that fit a little too loosely. As I took a seat on the bed, I noticed the television was on and the screen was blue. Then all of a sudden, it came to life and my wife was on the screen before me.
Sandra spoke, “Hello, baby. I hope you’re comfortable and not irritated. I know you’re wondering what this is all about and soon you will see. I just ask that you guide me through this process and let me know how far you would like me to go.”
I watched my wife speak to me through the television. I was captivated by her beauty. Her light skin glistened underneath lights illuminating the room. She sat on what appeared to be a nice sized bed with her legs crossed Indian style, wearing just a pink T-shirt. She grinned sheepishly as if she wasn’t sure of what was going on. Her shoulder-length black hair was pulled back, giving her a younger look. I was definitely turned on. I watched her slim face and hazel eyes as she explained to me that she could also see and hear me. I was astounded by what was going on.
She asked, “Would you like for me to begin?”
I nodded and answered yes. Watching as she reached behind her back and retrieved what appeared to be a vibrator in the shape of an erect penis, I smiled and licked my lips as she removed her T-shirt, revealing perfect-shaped breasts with deep purple nipples. She started the vibrator and ran it seductively over her chest as she parted her legs.
“Take off your robe,” she whispered.
I removed it, never taking my eyes off the screen. I looked at her part her pretty pussy and bite her bottom lip. I could see her insides, thanks to high definition. She squirmed underneath the vibrator as she massaged her clitoris. My dick was as hard as Chinese arithmetic. I could feel myself beginning to perspire and to say I was horny would have been an understatement. I wanted to touch her. I asked, “Where are you? Come to me.”
She continued to work the vibrator, making pleasurable noises, saying, “Not yet . . . Not yet, Brendan . . . but if you want me to spice it up, say yes.”
I couldn’t refuse, my hormones were jumping. I said, “Yes . . . please.”
That was when she appeared, standing at least five feet six inches, a little taller than my wife. Her hair was cut low, revealing a round ebony face. She stood with her hands on her wide, child-bearing hips, peering into the camera with almond-shaped eyes. Her body was perfect, with her private parts covered by a matching silk bra and panty set the hue of lavender. She was sexy and I had never seen her before.
She spoke. “Do you mind if I help her out?”
I couldn’t believe what was going on before my eyes. I stammered over my words, “Yeah . . . umm . . . go ahead . . . why not?”
She removed the vibrator from my wife’s hand and kneeled in front of her, showing the thong between the cheeks of her round ass. She rubbed Sandra’s thighs and played with her wet pussy while I watched. I was ecstatic to see my wife being turned on by another woman. Unknowingly, my hand was wrapped around my dick and I was stroking it slowly.
“I see you, Brendan . . . I see you,” I heard Sandra say, pushing her hips toward the electronic stimulant. As the mysterious woman stopped all of a sudden, she took her underclothes off.
“Can I kiss her, Brendan?” she asked seductively.
I nodded in agreement, looking for the baby oil so I could lubricate my dick. Finding it, I squirted some on my right hand and went to work, watching as she held Sandra in her arms, tongue kissing her softly.
I watched my wife watching me, and then she asked, “Do you want me to go all the way with her?”
How could I refuse, being caught up in the moment? I gave her my nod of approval and watched as they went into action.
The mysterious woman straddled her and kissed her breasts, making her way toward her navel. Sandra blushed and shivered underneath her touch. As the woman parted Sandra’s vulva and darted her tongue into her wetness, she gripped her ass and pulled her toward her face. The moans were enough to excite me, but the sight was sending me over the top.
I was stroking my manhood hard and massaging my balls at the same time, definitely holding back an orgasm.
They were in the sixty-nine position now, giving each other oral pleasure. With the mysterious woman on top, I could see the juices from her insides run down her legs. She was in a frenzy, bucking her hips against my wife’s face and licking her moistness at the same time. Both were peeping into the camera from time to time, cheering me on as I masturbated.
I had never been so excited in my life and I wanted to join so bad. I asked, “Can I join you . . . ooh, baby . . . Can I join you?”
She screamed, “As soon as you cum, baby . . . as soon as you cum.”
I was gripping my dick hard and stroking fast. I could feel the tingling sensation as it made its way from my balls up through my shaft to the head of my dick. I closed my eyes to the sexual noises and kept stroking. I jerked and caressed my balls while unloading my load all over the bed.
I was in a fog when I came to my senses. All I heard was my wife’s voice. She was standing over me, speaking, yet I could not hear her.
“Brendan . . . wake up . . . wake up, Brendan.”
Finally, I came to my senses and saw that Sandra was pointing at my stained boxers. It had all been a dream. Everything was just a dream. She shook her head and handed me a piece of paper. It was the directions to your typical dinner party.