Scarlet men reveal their naughtiest fantasies. Jules thinks having sex with me is one of the perks of married life.
My girlfriend and I are both in our late twenties and she’s happy to indulge me in my fantasies. I like older women or, even better, older couples. I’ve always dated or had serious relationships with people of my own age, but have forever yearned for encounters with the more ‘life-experienced’.
I’d like to make friends with a nice, easy going, open-minded couple, and get involved with them on a long-term basis. I imagine there’s something quite special about joining a married couple in a threesome as they share their love, partnership and desire with you. Being able to bring them both enjoyment and then lying with them in the intimate comedown from truly explosive sex… it’s something I’m sure you can’t bottle. If you could, I’d have bought it!
My fantasy couple are both in their late forties. Sarah is a tall, dark-haired lady with smooth, tanned skin. Her husband is as London as they come, and looks like an extra from Albert Square with his shaved head, gold earring and penchant for sportswear. It’s a very loose, relaxed arrangement; sometimes we meet twice a month, sometimes a few months can slip by before we can all get together again. They live over the other side of the city, which is a good hour away on the tube.
I’ve never visited their place, as they have three kids. Instead, we always meet at a neutral location, often at a house close to them that they keep an eye on, while the occupants are working away. Sarah’s role it seems is just to keep the place dusted and hoovered for them and make sure nobody is squatting there.
Whether or not the family is aware of the orgies that take place in their home, I’m not quite sure. Probably not, would be my guess. It is well furnished, despite the lack of residence. Good job really, because when there are three or more of you, couches and beds are always useful.
I can’t get enough of Sarah; I love her smooth skin, the lust that oozes from her as she pins me against the hallway wall as soon as she has dropped her keys and bag on the floor, and the force with which she reaches for my cock, while forcing her tongue down my throat.
If we manage to stave our desire off for long enough, she’ll point me towards the kitchen to open the bottle of wine she brought over earlier in the day and find a couple of glasses while she changes into her basque and stockings upstairs.
Sarah has a thing for my young slim body, she tells me, and it’s the main reason she’s kept me in and out of her life for nearly five years. She’s quite partial to my cock also, which measures up to her husband’s generous length (although I beat him on girth, so double penetration tends to be a little tricky). This pleases me no end though, because I get to slip inside her arse and make her gasp even more as she’s riding him.
She enjoys having an hour or so with me on her own, with my face between her legs until she climaxes, before calling her husband on his mobile and explicitly purring down the line at him, outlining what biblical laws I am breaking from behind her.
She then begs him to join us and he drives round in his car at lightning speed, probably breaking a few laws himself on the journey, often arriving and marvelling at the sight of his wife’s face buried into either the bed or a couch as I slowly and gently screw her lubed ring. He then strips and joins us until we completely wear her out.
Can you see I’ve been building this fantasy up for a good many years? Check out the detail. It’s practically real. Well, the good news is that my girlfriend has recently decided it will become so. We’ve put our profile up online already.
