My Fantasy Crush On My Stepson Story 13
Possibly, the shame I feel as a result of my husband’s marriage to me as a housekeeper and to care for his kid is the inspiration for my dream about my stepson…. Despite the fact that my spouse is sexually impotent, the young man is overtly sexualized. The bulge in the boy’s pants is something I can’t seem to take my eyes away from at times. My eye is drawn to something on his tummy that seems to span the whole length of his stomach.
Because I know he isn’t sleeping, I yell out for him to get out of his bed in my imagination. I can hear him talking to himself outside the bedroom door, so I know he’s sleeping there. I’m going to phone him again when another lad, a school acquaintance, arrives on the line, and I tell them to go off by themselves since I know what they’re getting themselves into.
They walk inside the woodshed, and after a few minutes, I slip down and see between the boards of the doorway. Each of them is caressing the other while standing facing each other with their crotches out. But I’m still getting soaked despite the fact that I’m feeling so brutally cross. After that, I go back to the home and scream for him to come in again. My want to punch him in the face has not subsided since.
My husband walks in, partly embarrassed and sneering, and I take a seat with my knees shaking behind him. I see he has a significant bulge in that area, and he appears to be pushing it out even more, so I open his buttons and pull his shirt up. Not expecting it to be that substantial. It is hot and throbbing as I massage him, and he comes over and covers my hand in an instant.
Later, I bring him into my room, where he sits on the side of the bed while I play with him, pushing his skin back into place with my fingers. The excitement in my body is palpable, so I take my dress off and allow him to lick my tits, after which I step back and guide the object into his thigh with my legs folded. His arrival is premature, and I must eject him. In the meanwhile, I bring out my Dildo, which is thicker and penetrates all the way into his ribs.
My fantasy crush on my stepson story 13
Gracy
My spouse is pursuing a master’s degree, but I only have around a year’s worth of college credits, which I obtained while attending college part time while raising a family. Despite the fact that I am twenty-five, my hubby is one year younger than I am. We do not have any children, and I feel that I would prefer not to have any at this point in our lives.
My spouse has a lot to say about sex, but he isn’t particularly sexually active himself. As you may have guessed, I am sexually dissatisfied and have never had an orgasm in my life. It has only been recently that I have entertained thoughts of someone other than my spouse during sex. I picture what it would be like to have sex with a guy who could keep it going for a long enough period of time for me to be completely fulfilled. I know a few of gentlemen who I believe are capable of pulling this off. In reality, since my spouse and I have such brief sexual experiences, I don’t have much opportunity to dream or really enjoy myself for very long.
My thoughts during sex are often inquired about by him, but I would never tell him about the other guys in my life. I’m certain that if he found out that I was pretending to be another guy, it would only make matters worse. Anyway, if I make up harmless little sexual fantasies to share with him, he becomes even more aroused and comes even more rapidly than before.
When I’m out in public, I’m always on the lookout for “dream companions.” If I encounter a guy who I think would be interesting, I fantasize that my enormous breasts are exposed to him. When he sees them, he is unable to resist me, and he takes me right there and then, finally and completely satisfying my desires. Sometimes I see gorgeous couples and wonder whether or not the male can please the lady and what it must be like for her to have an orgasm.
That, on the other hand, frequently leaves me feeling envious.
I’ve also attempted to think about other ladies, although not on a regular basis, but on occasion. I see myself having sex with a female who is similar to me. We understand each other’s wants better than any man could ever hope to understand them, and we are much more capable of satisfying them. Cunnilingus is included in the fantasy since I have heard that it is an excellent method to assist a lady in having an orgasm.
My spouse, on the other hand, will not do it to me.
I’ve experimented with masturbation, but even with imagination, I’ve been unable to get a satisfying conclusion. When I’m masturbating, I’ve attempted to imagine that it’s a young, attractive male who is performing the masturbating. My fingers are his lips, and I shut my eyes and envision his head crushed against my breasts and my fingers as his lips. Alternatively, I fantasize that an entire fraternity house has abducted me in order to perform an orgy for them. I’m the lone female in the group.
I see them having their turns with me one by one, in the dining room, on different beds, on the floor, and everywhere else, all while everyone is looking on. This way, I believe I will finally be able to have an orgasm…but I never really get to experience one of these feelings.
My most recent and most outlandish dream is that I am both a woman and a man, and that I am having sexual contact with both of my sexes. I think that I am capable of providing myself with all of the sexual enjoyment that I could possibly want. It is a difficult dream to put together, but I believe it will come together in the end.
Marri
I have never confided in a live person about my sexual dreams, yet I feel compelled to tell someone about them, and so I appreciate the chance to relieve myself of this burden. I’ve always felt self-conscious about them since I believe other people would find them odd and label me as a nymphomaniac or something like if they saw me wearing them.
Me and my spouse, who is twenty-three years old, have been married for a year and are both nineteen years old. When he is at home, we enjoy a fulfilling sex life in which we engage in every kind of sexual activity, including extended sessions of oral lovemaking, to our satisfaction. The difficulty arises when my spouse is gone from home, which may be as long as a week at a time.
His professional trips keep him away from home for periods of up to two weeks at a time. He is unable to constantly bring me along with him.
I reach a point where I am craving for sexual encounters by the end of the second week, or sometimes even earlier, and I am forced to turn to masturbation since I do not want to get connected with other guys for a variety of reasons. For a long time, I used to dream about my husband being with me, fondling my breasts and my vulva, sucking my clitoris, and – when I inserted a banana or the smaller end of a cucumber into my vagina – pretending it was the penis of my husband piercing my vaginal wall.
At first, this was sufficient to provide me with a good orgasm, but after a time, I found it increasingly difficult to do this. As a result, I began to think that two guys were making love to me – my husband and a man from the tennis club who I had a tremendous attraction to. With one hand on my breasts and one licking the nipples of my nipples, I thought that the other was adoring me with his tongue between my thighs. My imagination then took over as I slid the banana into my vagina, and I thought that the other guy was fucking me as my husband placed his penis in my mouth.
For my climax, I lay down on my back across our double bed with my legs wide and a two-inch-thick cucumber shoved into the vaginal opening of my cervix, closing my eyes while I envision four men making love to me at the same time. I imagine that as I screw the cucumber in and out of my slit (which, by the way, is hairless), one man kneels between my legs kissing my slit;
another kneels beside the bed kissing my mouth; and two others kneel on the bed each side of me, sitting on their heels and leaning forward to suck my nipples, all while I stretch out my hand and take hold of their penises to masturbate them; all this while I
From then, the fantasy continues to develop. In the process, the guy next to me slides his penis into my mouth by tilting my head back over the edge of the bed.
It’s only when the guy between my legs climbs onto the bed and puts his penis into my vagina that I can make all four of them come at the same time. I use my mouth, my hands and my vagina to do this. After a time, when I start to feel better,
Wanting to give them another orgasm, I think that I am taking them one at a time through a session of soixante-neuf.
I suck them into erection one by one, and then continue to drain them dry; swallowing each offering of semen from four men, leaving them limp and impotent (for the time being), delights me tremendously, and I have a whole series of great orgasms as a result.
Knowing myself, I would jump at the opportunity to fulfill my dream with four virtuous guys in complete secrecy, with no fear of my husband finding out. Having had the feeling, which I am certain would be out of this world, I believe that I would no longer be plagued by the desire to dream about it.
I’m looking forward to hearing about other women’s fantasies and finding out whether I’m not the only one that has such nefarious ideas. And if you know of four strong, beautiful guys who are interested in participating in an orgy with an attractive, passionate lady (37″ 24″ 37″), please provide their names to me.
