This is a real "thing" for me--for all kinds of reasons.
I thank the person who started this thread and just wish more people would add to it.
Maybe it isn't that common a thing...
It started with my high school girlfriend mentioning to me that she'd seen a couple of different friends naked. It instantly peaked my interest and so I asked for some specifics. She told me one, a German girl who dressed impeccably and had thick bushy eyebrows had a huge black bush.
She also told me that another girlfriend who had beautiful curly blonde hair also had a dark, almost black thick pubic hair.
This turned me on incredibly. The idea that I knew what these girls looked like under their clothes without ever being intimate with them.
It really stuck with me. Her giving me this information for freely lead to me asking her during our next sex session to describe them again. She did and I came almost immediately. The images it conjured in my mind mixed with this transgression—her basically laying her best friends bare for my enjoyment, simply because I asked—it was intoxicating.
She went on to do it a few more times during the course of our relationship but I began to feel her growing increasingly uncomfortable with each new friend added and each successive telling. Yet, I could tell it turned her on too. It was a conflict and that bothered me so I stopped asking.
As I've grown older my fantasies have begun to revolve almost exclusively around women I know. Friends wives or girlfriends. I am emotionally close to these women and that coupled with their beauty and “availability” (ie: they are more of a “potential” sex partner than say, Jennifer Aniston or some other celebrity, model etc...) makes them very desirable to me.
Almost from the beginning of our relationship my wife had expressed mild bi-sexual tendencies—probably along fairly normal lines for a lot of women. We would fantasize about what she might do with another women—a concocted, created woman mostly—if she had the chance.
My wife's best friend, Stacy, was someone I had a crush on from before I even knew my wife. They were becoming closer and closer. Stacy got pregnant and I found that her pregnancy only made her more sexy to me.
One night while we were fucking on the living room floor and the dirty talk was ramping up, my wife was on top of me—masturbating her clit and getting close to cumming—and she suddenly said, “You want me to talk about when I saw Stacy at the swimming pool changing?”
Fuck yes!
She described her post pregnancy breasts: medium brown nipples, areolas the size of silver dollars. How they hung down and swayed heavily—obviously full of milk—as she dried her legs off.
She talked about her hairy pussy and came as I asked her if she would like to eat that pussy from behind—just bury her face in that ass and c*nt--as Stacy was bent over drying off.
My orgasm was almost instantly triggered at the same moment and that session is probably the best sex I have ever had in my 40+ years of fucking.
We don't talk about women so much any more. The opportunity for my wife to be present while other women are changing is just not really there these days.
We gotta get back into swimming, I guess!
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