I have a knack for being able to meet women who respond very powerfully to the thoughts, words and “imaginings” we exchange. Though I am really not into cyber sex per se, i do love a very descriptive written tale of sexual exploration. This “fantasy” is a little different in that it played out while I was having sex with my wife rather than the person I was fantasizing about. Exceedingly selfish to be sure, but who here can honestly say they haven’t fantasized about someone else during sex?

So there is a woman with whom I have developed quite a hot and heavy sexual repretoire with but we have yet to be physically intimate. At the end of a recent conversation, I told her how worked up I had become. She quickly pointed out that I already have an “outlet” available and that I should be sure to put all of that pent-up energy to good use later that evening. After assuring her that she could count on me putting my…energy…to good use, we started to say our good-byes. Then at the very end, she became deadly serious, and in a calm but stern voice said, “Since I created all of that energy, you should only be thinking of me as you fuck your wife tonight!”. Her words sent an incredibly strong bolt of energy through my entire body! She had already disconnected, so I couldn’t ask her if she was joking or not, but all my senses knew that she was not joking. Well, if I had been worked up before, now both my mind and body were in complete sexual overdrive. What follows is the story I relayed to her the next morning of how I had “fucked” my lover for the first time the previous night. I hope you all enjoy, I would love to hear the feedback (especially whether people found the fact that it was my wife who I was selfishly using that night offensive or hot)?!?

EMAIL TO MY LOVER:
For a variety of reasons I was not able to “unleash” myself that evening as I had planned and so desperately wanted/needed. It was the middle of the night, around 2 am, I am as hard as a rock and my body is humming. My mind is racing with hazy imaginings of what I want to do to you when I finally get the chance. I start to feel the size and strength and hardness of my cock through my shorts and consider masturbating, but realize that just wouldn’t even come close to satisfying the hunger you had created in me, so I decide to make the moves on my wife as she slept. It is pitch black, I am still half asleep, all I can think of is you, your body and how I need to release the swollen aching in my balls. So I reach over and start to rubbing my wife’s hips, side and upper thigh.  She is pretty sexual when in the right mood and apparently the middle of the night must be a great time to have my way with her because she was much more responsive than usual. After a few casual gropes and touches, I started to slide my hand under her waistband and through the leg opening of her panties so I could stroke her ass.  She pushed her hips slightly back into my hand so I started to pull the fabric aside and play with her ass cheeks and inner thighs. I kept massaging deeper and deeper towards her crotch, until she parted her legs by an inch or so to give me better access to slide my fingers between her thighs. She was already soaking wet which I thought was unusual considering I had only moments before begun to caress her. It was the last sign I needed to really put my plan into action and satisfy that carnal hunger raging inside my soul.  

After a few minutes of softly massaging and stroking her pussy, I slid two fingers deep inside of her with the other two pinching her lips and the palm of my hand grinding down into her pubic bone. I am scoping my fingers across the inside of her cunt and slowly drawing them all the way out.  She is still very much asleep, moaning and dripping wet in the still darkness. The sounds of my hand and fingers rubbing up/down/over/across/in and out of her sex was creating an especially graphic soundtrack to compliment my exceedingly high state of sexual arousal.  I know that I am going to fuck the living shit out of this woman. She is going to go wild with what I am about to do to her, but I am also imagining your beautiful pale skin, small body and dark hair strewn across the pillow in front of me.

I am wondering how your pussy would feel in my hand.  How much tighter or looser your count would feel.  How your labia would feel as I stretch and pull your lips apart, whether your clit gets large and swollen or is it hidden under the skin.  How your pussy smells when you are dripping wet.  What you taste like.  What your voice sounds like when you are being pleasured. How your body tenses and responds to my touch.  I have an image of you laying before me and I am about to fuck you like a wild man in the middle of the night.

In then roll her/you over on your stomach (this isn’t going to be a sweet missionary fuck), and pull your hips and ass high in the air.  You are much shorter than her so i know that your ass fully up in the air will put your pussy (and asshole) at just the right angle for me to drive my cock down into you.

I pull the crotch of your panties off to the side and rubbed the head of my dick ip and down your slick folds.  Then in one move, I grab both of your hips firmly and ram my bulging cock all the way inside you to the hilt.  God your pussy feels good.  I can feel your cervix pressed firmly against the head of my cock and my balls spread across your lips and inner thighs.  I stay there for a few minutes and let you feel how incredibly long and hard and swollen I am.

Then I start to pull all the way out.  Your pussy is so wet and swollen that I know that your pussy will be gaping open for when I thrust back in without needing to guide my cock with a hand.  I then started to pound into you hard.  My hand reached up and wrapped around your throat.  My other arm is leaning hard across your shoulders pushing you chest deep into the mattress.  I have your head to tilted back and am lifting your neck up so that it is becoming hard for you to breath.  

I am really fucking you hard.  But I am also taking my time.  This isn’t a porno, this is me showing you how sexually charged i am, how virile and capable I am of taking you whenever I want.  I rear back and thrust deep into you, stay buried to the hilt for a half second and then slowly withdraw. I want us both to feeling every ridge, bump, vein, muscle and twitch of my cock as it splits you open and slides across the walls of your cunt.  

Hard thrust, slow withdrawal…hard thrust, slow withdrawal…

There are so many thoughts running through my head…

How completely alive and virile I am feeling – thrust, slow withdrawal…
How your pleasure isn’t my primary concern – thrust, slow withdrawal…
How good the head of my cock feels as it slides between your lips, pushes past the resistance of your tight entrance and opens out into your pussy – thrust, slow withdrawal…
How the sudden pressure when the head of my cock finds your deepest wall is sending a shock of energy all the way up my cock and into my balls  – thrust, slow withdrawal…
How your pussy contracts and grips the base of my shaft as I hold it in deep – thrust, slow withdrawal…
How your tightness causes my foreskin slide over the rim of my head every time I start to pull out – thurst, slow withdrawal…
How the folds of your pussy lips stretch, extend and softly and gently caress my cock even after I am no longer inside of you – thrust, slow withdrawal
How the cool the air feels on my dick slick with your fluid – thrust, slow withdrawal…
How the muscles in my pelvis are pulling my balls up and tight as i clench them to keep my cock aimed right back at your warm moist gaping pussy – thurst, slow withdrawal…

I look down and focus on whats below me.  Drinking in the visuals, the sensations, the setting, and the power and energy exchange unfolding between us.The first thing I notice is how you are folded over almost in half with your ass up high and spread without the need to hold it open – thrust, slow withdrawal…

How dark, pungent and exposed your puckered asshole is (i make a mental note to not forget to violate your ass somehow before we are done) – thrust, slow withrawal…
How red and engorged your pussy is even in this darkness (it’s is extended out farther than usual with the inner and outer lips literally gaping open like a flower) – thrust, slow withdrawal…
How immobile you are with all my body weight transferred to my forearm and pressed firmly across your shoulders – thrust, slow withdrawal…
How my fingers wrapped across your throat and arching your head back must make your breathing difficult- thrust, slow withdrawl…
How loud my skin sounds rythmically slapping against your ass cheeks (and how your ass cheeks ripple outward at the moment of contact) – thrust, slow withdrawl…
How the the air sucking in and being forced out of your pussy is making such a distinct sloppy slurping and gurgling sound (and thinking how sopping wet that means you are) – thrust, slow withdrawal…  
How the my balls feel swinging up and crashing into your pelvis – thrust, slow withdrawal…
How the steady relentless pressure of my hips into your crotch must be really grinding hard on your clit – thrust, slow withdrawal.  
How confused you must be from waking up and finding yourself in this position – thrust, slow withdrawal…
How trying to catch up with the flood of sensations is only adding to your confusion – thrust, slow withdrawal…
How you must be realizing that even if you wanted to, you couldn’t stop the flood of sensation (or me) from continuing – thrust, slow withdrawal…

I am also fueled by the energy and sensations that made me do this.  The imaginings of my pale skinned, dark haired, lustful little slut filling my mind with the idea to imagine that you’re making love to me instead of her…that you’re fucking me rather than your wife”. I don’t know whether I find the suggestion or the way you wrote it more exciting.  Well here I am, in the middle of the night with my little whore bent over below me getting fucked silly by her lover.  At that moment, my energy level surged even higher than it was before.  I could feel your energy pushing mine higher.  Did you send me your energy? Was I able to call upon your energy and draw it in? Were you channelling your energy through my wife?  Could you feel my cock inside of you? I swear my wifes cunt felt different…was it yours?  

I thought about each of these things before realizing how intensely focused and driven I was by my sexual appetite.  What it was fueling, how I was processing it. The raw and urgent need to fuck someone right now – thurst, slow withdrawl…

The animalistic way that I set upon you – thrust, slow withdrawal…
Stalking your body in the darkness – thrust, slow withdrawal…
Feeling you long dark hair splayed across the pillow and under my cheek as I moved my body in closer against the full length of your back – thrust, slow withdrawal…
The rush I felt as I inhaled deeply to capture your distinctive scent (skin, hair, breath) – thrust, slow withdrawal…
The soft and tender way I touched you as you slept all the while knowing how that was about to change – thrust, slow withdrawal…
The warmth and pliability of your soft pale skin – thrust, slow withdrawal…
How it feels like I am going to loose control and cum yet am so easily able to harness this energy and direct it wherever i want- thrust, slow withdrawal…
How when i am able to harness and direct the energy i grow frightened by not knowing exactly what it will take to satiate this hunger – thrust, slow withdrawal…

I don’t know what state of arousal you are in sitting there reading this, but by now, my wife has already come several times. She is panting like a dog with a continuous low guttural groan emanating from that throat that I am still gripping tightly.  I have never tried to fist her, but based on how stretch out, dripping wet and pushed back and open her hips are, I am thinking this would probably be my only chance.  That thought quickly passes as I think she needs to be brought a little more back into the present.  With that I reach down and make a ring around the base of my clock with my thumb and index finger, I slide it back and forth, circling around and under along my balls.  Every inch is covered with a clear thick trail of my wifes juices.  Once coated, I twist my wrist so that my thumb is pointing down and trail it from your cunt to your asshole making sure to slide the wetness all over and around the area.  Then I slowly but unyieldingly start to push my thumb against your tender hole.  This has gotten her attention, and she let’s out a short yelp of protest, but again, this my ravaging and she really doesn’t have a vote.  I know she will like it in the end and I never stop pressing down against the tight ring of muscle.  I can feel her heartbeat, pulsing through her sphincter as I finally feel it yield to the pressure and slide in. I have been fucking my slut/wife the whole time, thrusting in deep and hard and then pulling out slowly. Now your hips are starting to literally buck back and forth not knowing what to do with all the sensations.  She came again…you should do the same…

I can sense your arousal.  I can smell your sex.  The sweet, tart, metallic, salty mix of your crotch, your sweat, your asshole, your juices.  Each distinct note filling my nostrils and flooding my mind with a lifetime of sexual memories.  I can feel your wetness coating my shaft, my balls, running down between my legs and mixing with my own sweat.  It has smeared across both our thighs and is enhancing the slapping sound of our skin.  God I love the slick, viscous feeling of a womans fluid, I could bathe in it.  Each external sense is a gift, it is the physical embodiment of your own female sexuality and energy being returned to me.  It nourishes my soul and replenishes my own store of energy.

I can feel the quivering in your body below me.  I am channeling (more like violently shoving) my masculine sexual energy as deep inside of you as I can physically reach.  You go limp immediately after each jarring impaling.  You should be bracing yourself for the next impact, but you don’t.  Your body tenses repeatedly but not from the thrust, but from the bolt of energy released by the head of my cock coming into contact with your deepest wall. I know what this means…

You are literally screaming it out through your silence.  I stop fucking you and hold still with my cock still firmly planted inside of you.  I turn your head to the side and lean down so I can look deeply into your eyes.  They are beautiful. Its dark, but they are still clear and capture the light (those are blue eyes correct?).  The expression tells me that you are here and fully present (and enjoying yourself greatly), but you are no longer in control of your own body.  You are flooded with so much energy and sensation, that all you can do is feel.  Rational thought, has been abandoned.  You really had/have no choice, but instead of fighting it, you have spread your heart, mind and body open as far as you can.  You are offering yourself as a willing recipient of whatever sexual furor I want to unleash on you.  A vessel in which to expend all of the sexual energy which has built up inside of me in the middle of this night.  You have submitted completely.  Your submission, fills me with joy and assures me that it is ok to let it all flow out, to satiate this hunger…

At that moment, I feel like a god.  My balls are aching and full, my cock is deep red and bulging.  In those moments before cumming, especially after a long build-up, it becomes dilated and becomes thicker, longer and harder.  All of my blood feels constricted and directed to my dick.  My breath becomes more ragged and my entire body begins to tense and all the muscles in my hips, thighs and stomach flex and contract.  I am literally gushing energy out through my cock before i even start to come.  There is a glorious three or four second window when the orgasm is approaching, the ability to stop it has passed, I am not erupting yet, but the euphoric sensations start to flood over me. There is an extra burst of energy and then from deep down within my balls there is an uncontrollable violent contraction.  I can feel the semen shooting though my pelvis and into my cock.  The peak moment is when, despite all of the attempts to hold it back, it comes bursting through and gushes out.  Pulse after pulse of thick ropes of cum, wave after surging wave of euphoria. Pounding in and out of you as I unleash a long deep growl. This prize was mine and i claimed it as such by not pulling out.  I wanted to bury my seed deep within her.  Maybe she had become my slut.  i wasn’t about to let my rich energy go to waste, i wanted to to flood every inch of her insides to overflowing.  A metaphorical sacred bathing of my newest vessel….  Through I had stopped thrusting, she had been pushed past her own point of no return in my final throes.  She was screaming into the pillow, her whole body violently shaking as if she were in shock.  She probably was.  It was a very intense experience.  I pulled her up and turned her to face me with her head buried into my chest.  She was spent, and I sensed that she still wasn’t sure if that had really just happened.  I took a towel and wiped the fluids from her crotch thighs and ass.  I laid her back under the covers and pulled her into my chest as we started to recover. Before long, she was back asleep.  I held her for another 30 minutes to make sure she realized she was safe and protected and could re-emerge from that sub-space.  I still don’t think she would even know what sub-space is, but she was there.  In those last 30 minutes, all I could think about was the strength and intensity of the energy coursing through me, of the “hard-on you helped create”, of how different this all felt, but yet not nearly as wonderful as it would to feel to have you actually laying on my chest, your sweaty hair sticking to my bare skin, your breath filling my nostrils, your breasts and nipples pressed against me, the hot, moist musk of your swollen sex along my hip, and my arms wrapped tightly around you holding you safe from whatever fear or anxiety might creep into your thoughts.  Right here, right now, this moment was about you and accepting and appreciating all of you.  Thank you for giving yourself and your energy to this night. I can not wait to explore and discover whether we will ever taste the fruits of each others loins, but that night was special.  I hope you feel special too.