One of my secret fantasies has always been to have a stranger come into my bedroom and do with me what he pleases. I don’t want him to be rough or anything, I just want him to fuck me senseless, without any of the usual foreplay and without ever knowing who he is.
I’ve never told anyone my fantasy, not even my husband, because I don’t want anyone to judge me based on one silly little daydream. But somehow Bill, my husband, found out about the fantasies that had been following me for so long, and one night he brought it up while we were reading in bed.
It started out innocent enough, him asking if I had any fantasies I’d like to make real someday. He even shared a few of his with me, like his Princess Leia fantasy (the same one every guy has about her in the gold bikini) and the one where he gets to watch me with another woman.
When it was my turn, I told him about wanting to maybe try some light bondage, and about wondering what it would be like to sleep with a black man. He seemed very accepting, but then he started asking if there was anything else I fantasized about.
“Are you sure that’s it?” he asked.
“I think so,” I replied. “There’s not really all that much that I want to do that we don’t already include in our lovemaking.”
“Really? There’s nothing else that you think you’d like to do?”
“Like what?” I asked.
“I don’t know,” he replied. “Maybe you want to sleep with another man. A stranger, perhaps.”
I didn’t know what to say. It sounded like he knew exactly what I wanted, but I wasn’t sure how he would react to me telling him outright, so I didn’t say anything at all.
“I think that’s what you want,” he continued when I remained silent. “I think you want to get fucked by a complete stranger, someone you don’t know and who you’ll never have to see again. Am I right, Ellen? Is that what you want?”
He’d hit the nail on the head. The only thing I could do now was nod my agreement that yes, that was exactly what I wanted.
“Well, why didn’t you tell me?” he asked.
I shrugged, unsure. “I don’t know, it just seemed silly, I guess.”
“Would you want to do it? Sleep with a stranger, I mean?” Bill asked, looking right at me.
“Oh, it’s just a silly fantasy,” I said, trying to brush it off. “I don’t know what I was thinking. I would never cheat on you, and besides, how could I sleep with someone I don’t know?”
“I wouldn’t mind if you did it,” he said. “Of course, I’d love to watch if you did. And I think I know just the stranger to help make your dream come true, if you’re interested.”
I stared at him in disbelief. Was he really offering to let me cheat on him? While he watched? But the more I thought about it, the hotter it sounded. Maybe my number one fantasy could finally come true after all.
I told Bill that I was interested, but I wanted to be sure that he wouldn’t get mad later. He assured me that he wouldn’t, and that watching me with someone else had always been one of his favorite fantasies, so we’d both be getting what we wanted. Something about the tone of his voice and the look in his eyes told me he was telling the truth, and I said that if he was 100 percent certain, then he could go ahead and set things up whenever and with whomever he wanted.
About a week later, my husband came home after work and told me that we were going to be making our wildest dreams come true the very next night. I asked him what I had to do and where we would go, but he told me to just relax and leave everything to him. I had no idea what he had up his sleeve, but I decided to just go with the flow.
The next night, around eight o’clock, Bill told me to go up to the bedroom and put on the outfit he’d picked out for me and then lay down on the bed.
“And don’t forget the blindfold,” he yelled as I headed up the stairs.
About 10 minutes later, after I was dressed in the lacy lingerie and had on the blindfold he’d left for me, I heard Bill and someone else coming up the stairs, talking in hushed voices. The voices stopped before they got to the bedroom, though, so I never got a chance to figure out which of Bill’s friends the mystery man was, though I guess that was the point. Then, when they entered the bedroom, Bill told me that his friend was there with him and that Bill had given him permission to do with me whatever he liked, as long as I had no objections. His friend wasn’t going to speak, though, because he didn’t want me to have any more clues than necessary as to who this stranger was. Then he said he’d be sitting on the trunk in the corner, watching me the entire time, so there was nothing for me to worry about. I should just have fun and enjoy having my dream come true.
A moment later I felt the bed dip as the mystery man joined me on the mattress. He started caressing my body, running his rough hands up my arms, down my chest, along my bare legs. For a split second I thought about trying to figure out who he was by his touch alone, but that endeavor was given up instantly, his touch too enjoyable to be wasted on a woman who wasn’t going to lay back and savor it.
His fingers danced along my skin for several magical minutes, teasing me, before he finally leaned down to kiss me. While his hands were rough, his lips were incredibly soft. Each brush of his lips against mine brought me more pleasure than expected, specially since I didn’t know who was kissing me.
When we broke for air, I sucked in big gulps of it while he continued kissing me, his lips burning a trail down my chest, then stopping for him to lift my nightgown before continuing down my belly and all the way to my bare pussy. Like before, though, he merely brushed his lips over my mound a few times, leaving me wanting more.
From his heavy breathing, I could tell he wasn’t going to leave me alone for long, and I was right. Less than a minute passed before he was on top of me again, this time with his dick aimed at my now dripping hole. I could only feel the head, which was brushing against my nether lips, but I could already tell he was much bigger than Bill, and that excited me. Part of the fantasy had always been for the stranger to have a large cock, and I was glad that part of the dream was being delivered.
When he pushed into me, I could feel myself stretching to accommodate his formidable shaft. He felt even bigger than I’d expected, so long and wide, and since he was pushing so slowly into me, I thought I’d have to wait an eternity to have him all the way inside me. But eventually he made it, his balls resting against my ass as he gave me a moment to get used to his size though I don’t think a lifetime of sex with him would be enough to get used to how big he was.
Then he started thrusting in and out of me, slowly pulling himself all the way out before slowly entering my pussy once more. He began picking up the pace, and that’s when the real fun started. His balls started hitting my ass rhythmically as he pumped into me, and I wrapped my legs around his waist and started lifting my butt off the bed to meet his thrusts.
We were really going at it now, and the stranger with me was grunting loudly as his cock flew in and out of my pussy. Still, I could hear my husband’s low grunts over the noises we were making in bed, and I suddenly remembered that Bill was watching us. I was glad he was there, and I made sure to do everything I could so that he and the mystery man would know just how much I was enjoying the coupling I was involved in. It was, after all, because of him that I was able to fuck the strange man pounding away at my pussy, and I figured I owed him for it. The least I could do was let him know how much I appreciated his gift.
For the next 10 minutes, the mystery man and I fucked each other senseless, our bodies sliding and slapping against one another, while Bill jerked off in the corner, his grunts the only thing giving him away. Then, finally, I started coming. I could feel my pussy tingling, and then it started clenching and unclenching the stranger’s dick. That set me off, and suddenly I could feel my juices flowing out of me. As I came, my body trembling, I heard Bill groan loudly, the way he does when he comes, and I knew that he’d brought himself off while he watched us.
Now the only person left to come was the stranger, and a moment later I felt a hot load of semen shoot into my clenching vagina. He must’ve shot into me four or five times, maybe more, before he collapsed in exhaustion, his warm, sweaty body pinning me down against the bed.
When it was all over and we’d caught our breath, all three of us, I felt the stranger climb off me. Then I heard the rustle of clothing as he dressed. Then Bill told me that he was going to walk our guest out, but he’d be back in a moment to take off my blindfold.
Within five minutes, my blindfold was off and I could see again. When I looked down, I could see my still gaping pussy, my juices clinging to my lips, and I smiled. Bill caught the look and told me how happy he was that I’d enjoyed making the fantasy a reality, because he’d enjoyed it, too. He was even hoping that we’d do it again sometime soon.
I quickly nodded my head, telling him I would love to do it again.
“Will you have the same ‘stranger’ come along next time?” I asked.
“Oh, I don’t know,” he said. “He wouldn’t be much of a stranger then, would he?”
I smiled at that, Bill’s logic making complete sense to me even though he would still be a mystery to me, since I had no way of knowing if it was the same guy unless we did it in the exact same way. But I was so happy that Bill was okay with our adventure that I wasn’t going to argue about who could or couldn’t be the mystery man in our story.
Since then we’ve recreated that fantasy about a half dozen times, but I’m no closer to figuring out who the mystery man or mystery men could be. Each time Bill goes out of his way to keep the sexy secret, and I’m always too lost in the experience to do much sleuthing. Not that the stranger’s identity matters much to me. All that matters to me is that my husband and I get to bring our favorite fantasies to life every now and then, and that we both get extreme pleasure from our adventures with the stranger.
I.M., Phoenix, Arizona