Now and Forever--Let's Make Love (19 page)

“Oh sweet,” Dean said. “That was so much better than any fantasy.”

Norma curled against Dean’s side, her head on his shoulder. “It’s never been any better for me, either.”

“This room brings out the beast in me,” he said, a note of timidity in his voice.

“I love that in a man,” Norma said. “It was terrific.”

“Was it really terrific for you?”

Norma playfully smacked Dean’s shoulder. “It was fantastic. Except for that last slap.”

“I’m so sorry about that,” Dean said.

“Don’t be. The first one surprised me, and that was erotic.”

“It was?”

Norma understood her husband’s need for reassurance. “It was. And I’d like you to try something like that again. Just not
so hard.”

Dean looked into his wife’s eyes. “You don’t really mean that, do you?”

“I made you a promise that I wouldn’t ever do anything ‘just for you,’ and I won’t.”

“I love you,” Dean said.

“I love you, too. And,” she said, pausing, “I love this room.”

As I think you now understand, an empty nest is what you make it. If you like, you can create a playful atmosphere where anything
is possible, where long-secret dreams can come true.

The first of the fantasies in this section involves a husband who fantasizes about making love with his wife and her best
friend. There are two issues that should be discussed here: fantasizing about someone other than your spouse and three-somes.

Most of us have had images of making love with someone other than our mate at one time or another. It may be your next-door
neighbor, the new typist on the fifth floor, Sharon Stone, or Sean Connery. There’s nothing wrong with these dreams, and frequently
they can get your juices started during an evening with your partner. And often your dream partner changes identity, depending
on what movie you’ve seen most recently. In the
Bonanza
days, my fantasy partner used to change from Michael Landon to Pernell Roberts to Lorne Greene to Dan Blocker and back again,
depending on the nature of that week’s episode.

Is this type of fantasy bad? Jimmy Carter said that he had “sinned in his mind” from time to time. I don’t think we can sin
in our thoughts, only in our actions. I never had any intention of making love to anyone other than my husband, but the fantasies
were exciting nonetheless.

Threesomes and moresomes are the basis of many fantasies. I’ve received several letters from women who are dismayed at their
husband’s suggestion that they act out a three-some. I respond to all these letters with the same warning: Don’t. Bringing
a third person into a relationship is extremely risky. There are always jealousies, comparisons, and bruised egos, no matter
how careful and caring the three people are. In my opinion, this is a fantasy to tell midnight stories about but not to act
upon.

With that in mind, here are two more ageless fantasies.

Rick and Cathy had been married for almost ten years and their sex life was creative and satisfying. However, like most lovers,
Rick had a very private sexual fantasy, one that involved Lynn, Cathy’s best friend. Sometimes, in the middle of the night,
he would awaken hard and hurting, the image of Lynn in his mind. Sometimes he would fall back to sleep, and sometimes he would
gently awaken Cathy and make wonderful love to her. Occasionally, he would go into the bathroom and masturbate, the picture
of Lynn’s body in his mind. He would never dream of acting out his fantasy, and he didn’t even like Lynn particularly, but
it was her body that was the stuff his dreams were made of.

Cathy had short curly brown hair, large brown eyes, and a voluptuous body, with large, soft breasts and a lush figure that
Rick loved to caress, kiss, and lick. Lynn was a redhead, tiny and almost painfully thin, with a chest that was almost flat
and boyish contours that Rick dreamed about. His dreams were usually the same.

“Honey,” Rick said as he closed the front door behind him, “I’m home.”

“We’re in the kitchen,” Cathy called.

We? Rick put his briefcase in the den with his jacket and tie, then wandered into the kitchen. The sweet smell of cooking
strawberries assaulted him. Cathy and Lynn were just cleaning up, now surrounded by dozens of jars of freshly made ruby red
jam. The two women were filling the sink with sticky-looking bowls, pots, and spoons. Empty farm-stand containers littered
the counters.

“Hi, Rick,” Lynn said. “We really did a number on the kitchen, but we couldn’t resist these berries.” She looked around the
kitchen as Cathy began to fill the sink with soapy water. “Ah. Here they are,” she said, finding a few leftover berries in
one container. “Taste.”

Lynn held one large, luscious berry by the husk and extended it toward Rick’s mouth. He parted his lips and, with Lynn’s fingers
just brushing his mouth, took a large, juicy bite. As he bit, his lips brushed her fingertips. He gazed deeply into her eyes.
“Wonderful,” he whispered.

Lynn walked toward the refrigerator. “Strawberries go so well with champagne,” she said, opening the door, “that we couldn’t
resist.” She pulled a bottle of champagne from the refrigerator and refilled the two glasses that sat on the counter. “Want
some?”

Cathy, who had been silent since Rick’s arrival home, giggled.

“Sure.” Rick got a flute from the cabinet and Lynn filled it with bubbling golden liquid. “That bottle’s still almost full,”
he said. “You haven’t had much yourselves.” He walked over and kissed his wife on the back of her neck.

“Actually,” Cathy said, turning so her lips were close to Rick’s, “that’s our second bottle. We’re pretty pickled.”

Rick couldn’t resist licking a sticky drop of jam from the corner of Cathy’s mouth.

“And horny, too,” Cathy added.

“Okay,” Lynn said. “This is my cue to go home to my empty house.” Outspoken and a free spirit, Lynn had been divorced for
several years, and although she dated frequently, she still enjoyed being single.

“Actually,” Cathy said, “I think Rick would love it if you stayed.” She kissed his surprised mouth. “Wouldn’t you like that?”

Rick could only stare.

“Now don’t tell me you don’t fantasize about Lynn,” Cathy said. “I don’t mind. Really.”

“I don’t take advantage of drunken ladies,” Rick said, sad that his honor wouldn’t let him take advantage of the situation.

Lynn took the half-eaten strawberry and dipped it into her glass. “We’ve been talking a lot about you recently, and not just
when we’re a bit inebriated. Cathy says that you’ve got the hots for me.” She held the dripping strawberry toward Rick. “Want
another nibble?”

Rick allowed Lynn to fill his mouth with the champagne-soaked berry.

“Do you really think about me?” she continued.

Rick couldn’t deny the obvious. “Yes,” he said simply.

Quickly, Lynn pulled her T-shirt off over her head. Needing no bra, she was gloriously naked beneath. “I can’t imagine anyone
wanting these flat little titties,” she said, cupping her tiny breasts. “Men always want handfuls.” She walked over and pulled
Cathy’s shirt off. Cathy’s large breasts filled the cups of her bra and bulged over the tops. “Like these.”

She unhooked Cathy’s bra and pulled it off, allowing her large breasts their freedom.

Rick’s mind was boggled. Lynn had turned so the two women were standing facing him, side by side. Here were two wonderfully
desirable women, naked to the waist, standing in his kitchen, looking at him hungrily.

“Now be serious,” Lynn said over Cathy’s giggles. “Wouldn’t you much rather have Cathy’s tits in your mouth than mine?” When
Rick didn’t move, Lynn continued: “We’ve been wondering which tits you’d prefer to suck, haven’t we?” Cathy nodded silently.
“So come here and do a taste test.”

Rick looked at the breasts, one set large, soft, and familiar, the other small, tight, and excitingly strange, with large,
pointed, completely erect nipples. Almost numb, Rick crossed the kitchen. “Don’t be shy,” Lynn goaded.

Rick bent over and took his wife’s breast in his mouth. He felt the nipple harden as he licked and suckled. He moved to Lynn’s
and reveled in the unusual feel of flat, tight flesh and her unusually large nipple. “That’s it, baby,” Lynn said. “Have a
good taste.”

“Mine are better,” Cathy said through her laughter, dipping her finger in some leftover jam and spreading it on her nipple.
“Try this.” She guided Rick’s mouth to her sticky globe.

Rick tasted his wife’s skin through the red goo, aware that Lynn was picking up a finger full of jam and covering her breast
with it.

Soon Cathy and Lynn’s chests were sticky and well sucked. “You both taste delicious,” Rick pronounced. He soaked a dish towel
in warm water and slowly washed both women, sad that this erotic interlude was over.

“I wonder about pussies,” Cathy said. “Would we taste different there?” In a flash, she had stripped off her shoes, socks,
jeans, and panties. She sat on the counter and spread her knees. “Taste me.”

So hungry that he was nearly senseless, Rick buried his face in his wife’s pussy, licking her familiar juices. He lapped at
her wetness, sampling the delights he always found there— her swollen outer and inner lips, her hard clit, her wide-open slit.
“Oh yes,” he heard Cathy moan. “Taste me good.”

After a few minutes of enjoyment, Cathy pushed Rick’s head away. “Now taste Lynn.”

Rick looked deeply into his wife’s eyes. “You know where this is heading, don’t you? Are you sure?”

Cathy kissed him deeply. “You taste of me,” she said, smiling. “And yes, I’m completely sure. This is something for you, and
for me, too.”

“We’ve talked a lot about you, Rick, and this,” Lynn said, “and we decided to take advantage of an opportunity for both of
us to love you together, if the situation presented itself. But we also agreed that anyone can say no at any time.”

Cathy looked seriously into Rick’s eyes. “I’m not too smashed to know that this is something I want to share with you and
Lynn. I say yes.”

Lynn pulled off the remainder of her clothes and hiked herself onto the counter. She moved thigh-to-thigh with Cathy and spread
her legs. “Ever taste a red-head?”

Rick was beyond coherent thought. He placed his hands on Lynn’s tight, muscular thighs and slid his thumbs toward her flame-colored
pussy hair. He looked into her eyes and relished her heavy-lidded expression. His thumbs reached their destination: Lynn’s
soaked pussy. As he parted her lips, he noticed that Lynn trimmed her pubic hair so the outer strands were long but the ones
against her inner lips were very short. “Yes, Rick,” she purred. “Do it. Taste me.”

Rick buried his face in her bush, inhaling her musky fragrance, so different from his wife’s. He flicked her clit with the
tip of his tongue, then lapped the length of her slit.

He felt Cathy take his right hand and place it in her crotch, using his index finger to rub her erect nub. He used his left
hand to rub Lynn the same way. Each woman allowed her head to fall back and her eyes to close, totally involved in the sucking
and rubbing. Rick moved back and forth between the women, lapping, rubbing, sucking. Then he moved one finger toward the opening
of each slit, simultaneously entering each woman with one finger.

It became a game. Could he bring each woman to orgasm at the same moment? He fingered the two different pussies, gauging the
height of arousal of each woman. He slowed, then speeded up. With one, he pulled his hand back while he entered the other
with two, then three fingers. He watched them, seated on the kitchen counter, eyes closed, mouths open, climbing higher and
higher.

He knew when his wife was close, and he hoped that Lynn was nearing climax also. While he fucked Cathy’s cunt with three fingers,
he drew Lynn’s clit into his mouth, sucking rhythmically, pulling both women toward orgasm. “Yes, baby,” Cathy moaned. “Like
that.”

“Oh Rick,” Lynn whispered. “So good.”

“Now,” Cathy screamed, and he felt her muscles contract on his hand.

“Right now,” Lynn yelled, pussy juice flowing into his mouth.

He could feel both women come, and, still lapping and finger-fucking, he grinned.

While the two women recovered, Rick removed all his clothing. He stood in the middle of the kitchen, his fully erect naked
cock extending from his groin, and looked at his wife and her friend as they eyed him hungrily. “Let’s do our own taste test,”
Lynn said, dropping from the counter to the floor. She scooped up a palmful of jam and rubbed it on Rick’s cock.

As Cathy’s bare feet touched the floor, she suggested, “You lick that side and I’ll lick this one. Then we can change sides
and see whether there’s any difference.”

The women motioned Rick toward the counter and he sat on the cool Formica. His overheated balls were against the cold surface
and his cock stood straight up from his pubic hair. Cathy bent over and licked the length of his shaft on one side, and Lynn
did the same on the other.

Rick was beyond control. Two hot mouths lapped at his cock; two tongues licked the length of him. One hot hand slid between
his thighs and cupped his balls, and from his angle, he couldn’t tell whose it was. He looked down at two heads, one brown,
one red, bobbing over his cock. He closed his eyes as one mouth surrounded him, taking him deep inside its wet cavern. A tongue
licked one flat male nipple. A finger rubbed the sensitive area at the base of his balls.

He moaned when he could take no more; then semen erupted and filled the mouth on his prick. Lynn’s? Cathy’s? He neither knew
nor cared. He just kept spewing come.

When he finally opened his eyes, both women were getting dressed. “An interesting exercise,” Lynn said.

Cathy giggled. “And so educational.”

Slowly, Rick got down from the counter and stepped into his slacks, shaking his head. “I don’t believe what just happened,”
he said.

“You know,” Lynn said, “you’re just as talented as Cathy said you were. And she really can brag.” She grabbed her pocketbook
from a chair and walked toward the front door. “You really are terrific, Rick. Let’s do this again soon.”