You'll have to ask my friend

The first part of this entry is a bit intellectual, but then you are rewarded with a married sexploit story!

The Fantagoals:

Are they the next step in sexual enlightenment?

A hunch tells me that they are. The truth is that you absolutely have to have a certain level of trust and security as a couple to be able to consider the fantagoals without one or both freaking out due to a)insecurity b)possessiveness or c)unresolved issues. On the other hand, couples may agree to do it for the wrong reasons which is a disaster in the making. Wrong reasons might include a)one looking to get laid or more thrills without the label "cheating" b)agreeing to do it so as to not lose the partner c)being a scuzzbag and wanting to stroke one's ego.

Society certainly doesn't support this. It is rarely talked about or even portrayed in movies or tv. If the majority of couples pursued this, would the country fall into debauchery and chaos? Or would the divorce rate be much, much lower?

I was reading about "wife swapping" where a couple swaps and engages with the other person- talking, flirting, making out, even oral - but not actual sexual intercourse. The thought of harmlessly making out with a cute guy, with Odysseus's permission, really turned me on. That would be FUN. Odysseus, of course, would get to make out with his cute wife. Damn, that's hot. I love sexual tension. That would bring back that sensation of the first kiss, of getting to know a new person in an exciting way. We all think that we give that up forever when we get married- but perhaps that does not have to be the case.

Odysseus surprised me last night. I walked naked into the bedroom and he had already lit the candle by the bed. I put on my cleavage-creating lacy red number from Victoria's Secret (Odysseus bought it for me) and got into bed. Then Odysseus reached into his bedside table and brought out strips of nylon. He blindfolded me and told me that he was bringing a friend in.

"What?" I squeaked. "You did NOT just say what I thought you said!" I was sure he wasn't REALLY bringing a friend into our room but a part of me kept entertaining the possibility. Maybe it was true? The tension of that possibility made me smile and giggle nervously.

After blindfolding me, Odysseus tied my wrists to the headboard. There was a pause, and then: "My friend is here."

Hands began to stroke my body. I was 99% sure it was Odysseus' hands..but.. there was that 1% of doubt. The possibility of the idea that the hands on my body were not Odysseus' hands. He kissed my stomach and inner thighs. He caressed the length of my body. I began to resist and fight him. He pinned me down and wrestled my thong off. He plunged his cock in and began thrusting. I moved my hips, fucking him back.

Then, with my hands still tied to headboard, I fought him off and rotated so I was facedown. I fought him some more, twisting my hips and legs. He grabbed my ass and plunged his cock back in, taking me from behind. After several minutes, he flipped me back over. He straddled me, pinning me down. Then he moved up until his cock was pushing against my mouth. I opened my mouth and he moved it in and out. I licked and sucked him.

He began to masturbate. I licked him as he moved his hand furiously and opened my mouth to show him I wanted his cum. I moaned and he came, spurting warm cum all over my mouth, face and chest. I opened my mouth and swallowed some. (Then, I gagged a little, I'll be honest). Cleaning up was quite a process. "My friend is leaving," Odysseus said. Then he removed my blindfold and untied me. Odysseus pretended not to know anything about what happened. "You'll have to ask my friend."

Odysseus brought out the G spot stimulator (aka the purple grub) to give me an orgasm and I tried it for a little bit but I wasn't really into it. The sex was plenty good in itself, I was utterly satisfied.