The New Black Lace Book of Women's Sexual Fantasies (17 page)

We leave the alley hand in hand, laughing and sated, happy
to be in Paris with all her hidden pleasures.

Jacqueline, age 36
Bisexual
Live-in relationship/marriage
Children
High School diploma
Teaching Assistant
Suffolk, UK

The fantasy that I enjoy the most would be one that involves
myself and my partner, and would incorporate elements of our
real sex life, including swinging. I imagine us in the Jacuzzi of
the spa that we go to occasionally. It is full of couples and one
beautiful blonde in her mid-30s. My partner and I are relaxing,
leaning back against the side of the Jacuzzi watching couples
and small groups getting together, kissing and fucking each
other both in the Jacuzzi and on the side. I am feeling very
horny as he slips his arm around me and fondles my pierced
nipple. I can feel someone's foot sliding up my leg and stroking
the inside of my thigh. I look across and realise that the blonde
I noticed earlier is the owner of the leg. I smile at her and she
takes the initiative and comes over and slides in next to me.
As I turn to kiss my partner, my tits rise up out of the bubbles
and she leans down to take one of my nipples into her mouth
and sucks hard. I can feel myself starting to come and my
partner can feel my body tense so he slides his hand down to
my pussy and rubs on my clit. Almost instantaneously I come
and even in the water it's possible to feel that I am gushing.

My new lady friend takes hold of my hand and suggests
that the three of us go upstairs to one of the rooms. As we
climb the stairs, she moves towards a private room, but I have
other ideas and lead us into a large room with soft lighting
and a huge round bed. The three of us settle ourselves down
on the bed and I turn to kiss the lady, sliding my hands up and
down her curvy body. My partner lies behind me, kissing my
shoulders and running his hands over me in reflection of how
I touch her. The three of us are so engrossed that we don't hear
the door open or notice the people who have walked in and
are settling themselves on chairs around the bed. By now, I am
aching to taste her and to feel him inside me. I turn her onto
her back and raise her legs up so that I can push my face into
her wet shaven pussy. I love the taste of her and enjoy licking
her clit and sliding my pierced tongue in and out of her. She
bucks her hips up and down against my face, and I enjoy the
sweetness of her. It's not long before I feel my partner slide
his huge hard cock inside me. The first thrust is so powerful
that I'm pushed even further against her, which she obviously
enjoys because she pulls my head into her with both hands. I
love the taste of her but I want her to fulfil a long time fantasy
of mine. I pull away from her and she slides around so that
her face is upside-down against mine. We kiss for a while and
then I whisper into her ear my unfulfilled fantasy. She says
nothing, but slides further down underneath me until she
reaches my clit. Now I am in ecstasy; not only do I have the
man that I love, and who satisfies me like no one else ever has
before, sliding in and out of my pussy with his hard thick cock,
but I also have a beautiful buxom blonde licking and sucking
on my clit. It feels amazing and just gets better when I reach
down and suck on her nipples.

As I glance up before changing to suck the other nipple, I
notice the people watching us. This excites me even more
because I know that as much as they might want to join us it
isn't going to happen; this is about the three of us, no one else.
I just know that I am going to gush and squirt again and just
as I'm about to explode, my partner pulls his cock out of my
tight wet pussy and I gush into her mouth with the force of a
waterfall. It obviously wasn't what she was expecting, but
despite a few splutters she takes it all down and swallows. My
partner is kneeling on the bed wanking on his cock and looking
gorgeous with beads of sweat trickling down his chest. I pull
her towards me and ask her to kneel before him with her hands
behind her back and her mouth open; meanwhile I lie down
underneath him and open my mouth so that I can take his
balls into my mouth and suck on them and lick them, flicking
the end of my tongue against the base of his cock. I just know
that he's going to explode all over her face when he comes and
I know that she is going to be shocked with the amount of
come. It's obvious that he is in control because, despite the fact
that he's clearly on the edge, he is holding it back and savouring
the power. When I feel his balls go hard I know it's not going
to be long before he comes, and sure enough I feel the thrusts
and hear her shocked squeal as he comes all over her face. I
slide out and kneel in front of her and hold the back of her
head. She looks at me and I pull her towards me and kiss her
deeply, feeling the warm sticky come rub off onto my face and
into my mouth. It's amazing.

Gillian, age 44
Bisexual
Live-in relationship/marriage
Children
College degree
Writer/Mother
Somerset, UK

The first time I realised I might be bi was while staying at a
friend's, where we shared a double bed. She had breasts, which
I didn't as yet. She was thirteen, with a fully formed womanly
body. Her areolas were large and dark, with large protruding
nipples – something she disliked but I loved. When she was
asleep I would touch her.

I like going to swinging parties. I don't often go with any
men but normally just enjoy watching others or watching my
husband with other women, either singly or in a group. I also
like watching my husband masturbate, especially when he
thinks I'm not watching him. If I'm out I will look at girls and
sometimes see someone who's really nice-looking and has
lovely shaped tits. The girl who does my eyebrows is like that.
She told me out of the blue that she likes doing full body
massages so I'm booking one for next week. I know she knows
how I feel, as the last time I went she undid two more buttons
on her uniform, revealing the rose tattooed on the inside of
her left breast. Her nipples were hard too, and when she bent
over to wax my eyebrows I could feel them against my head.
I left feeling soaking wet and had to go home and bring myself
off.

Last year my husband decided he might be bi as he'd been
looking at men a bit more than normal at the club. So one
night he invited someone he knew was bi to the hotel we were
staying at. They had full-on kissing in front of me before taking
it in turns to suck each other's cocks. Then my husband asked
the man to fuck him from behind, afterwards returning to
kissing and cock sucking. I lay down naked beside them and
they knelt on either side of me, wanking until they came,
spraying all over my tits and face. We returned to the bar and
drank a bottle of wine. My husband has never asked to do this
again and says it was not for him. But for me it was a huge
turn-on. I think watching men together is beautiful.

I often fantasise about watching my husband with other
women (done it twice) and watching him have anal sex with
a woman (yet to do). In my fantasies I'm truly having a bi
experience rather than the odd kiss. For my favourite fantasy
we go to a hotel. A girl is sitting alone – brunette, tanned, lowcut
top, large but pert breasts. She smiles and I know my
husband has seen her too. When he gets the next round of
drinks, she turns and smiles at him and, as she turns away, he
looks at me with that
how I wish look.

I go to the loo, and she's there fixing her immaculate makeup.
Suddenly I want her as badly as he does. Sensing this, she
kisses me gently on the lips and asks me our room number. I
tell her. Resuming our places in the bar, she smiles knowingly
at me and I ask my husband if we can take the drinks back to
our room. Getting a bottle of wine, we go up to 239. In the lift
he immediately asks what took me so long in the loo and I
explain that we were just talking, but that I'd given her our
room number.

In anticipation of her visit, we pour three glasses of wine,
and I change into something new that I've bought – red stockings
and a small red G-string. As I dress, my husband notices
that I have shaved everywhere and I can tell by the raised
material in his trousers that he likes the new Hollywood
look.

There's a knock at the door and I open it. It's her. I kiss her
and let her in. Standing in front of the bed, she kisses me again,
her hand pushing aside the material of my G-string, her fingers
probing me. I stop her and tell her that first I want her to make
my husband's birthday really special. She kisses him and
undoes his trousers as he undoes her blouse, revealing her
see-through bra, which barely contains her breasts. She pushes
my husband towards the bed and asks what would make his
birthday special, and he answers that it would be to have anal
sex with her. She pulls out a tube of lube from her skirt and
hands it to him, removing the rest of her clothes. Fully erect
and needing no instruction, he goes into place behind her as
she kneels on the bed over me, her head above my now-wet
cunt while I get a close-up of her ass being pounded. Suddenly
I feel her tongue licking my cunt at the same time. My orgasm
rises and peaks, followed soon after by her ass being filled by
my husband's come.

Afterwards we sit on the bed and drink wine. Then I notice
his erection has returned from watching me sucking her tits
in between gulps of wine. Without speaking, we both move
towards his now-hard cock, licking and sucking together, our
tongues sometimes meeting. As his climax approaches, I sit
back and watch her finish sucking him off, taking every drop
down her throat – something I've never enjoyed doing.

She asks if we'd like her to stay the night so we can have
some more fun in the morning, and we agree that she should
sleep in the double with my husband, and I will take the couch.
But I can hardly sleep. Just as well, since I'm disturbed by the
sound of whispering. She is kneeling on the bed with her ass
being filled again, her tits swinging back and forth. The look
on my husband's face says it all: he is having the ultimate
birthday and I know he knows I'm watching.

When we awake in the morning, we shower together. As
they snog in the bedroom I appear wearing a strap-on dildo
and harness. I tell my husband to kneel on the bed and,
lubing him well, I enter his ass as she sucks his cock, which
by now is harder than I've ever seen it. He moves towards
her and enters her and we become a sandwich. Once he has
filled her, she removes the dildo from me and settles between
my legs and licks and sucks, then straps the dildo on and
gives me a fucking until I can no longer stop the rising
orgasm.

She showers and leaves. We do the same and go down for
breakfast.

A Bit of Rough

Kerrigh, age 26
Heterosexual
Live-in relationship/marriage
Children
Year 12 certificate
PR Assistant
Queensland, Australia

I'm turned on by pornographic films involving a domineering
man who takes the woman hostage and ravages her. Often
this is in front of other men. I also love it when she's stolen
and several men have sex with her. Phrases such as 'take it,
baby', 'give it to me', 'fuck me, baby', 'oh, yeah, take my cock',
etc., are a real turn-on. My eternal fantasy is to be that someone.
My fantasies usually always start out with some domineering
man taking control of my life. He might get slightly violent
with me, but never excessively so. He's always passionately
and erotically sorry afterwards. Somewhere along the line he
shows me his sensitive side and declares his undying love, but
it always reverts back to the domineering persona in which I
have no choice but to give in to his needs and to my own
passion.

Deanne, age 50
Heterosexual
Live-in relationship/marriage
Higher education A level equivalent
Project Administrator
Surrey, UK

I had been sexually active for four years before I got married,
which lasted for fifteen years. I'd never enjoyed sex or had
an orgasm. It has only been with my partner of sixteen years
that I realised how great sex can be. I have sex about four
times a week and each session can last up to four hours, and
I have multiple orgasms. It is the greatest experience of
my life.

I have fantasies about being submissive, but I don't have
the courage to give my partner full control to dominate me
completely. In my fantasy I meet a handsome man my age at
a party and, after a few dates, we go back to his place one
night. After some kisses, things start to get heavy. It's as if he
can read my mind about every fantasy I've ever had but didn't
have the courage to do – from being dominated by him and
having no say in it, including being tied up and engaging in
every possible sex act, to using toys and being spanked. With
him dominating me I can let my inhibitions go and live out
my fantasy.

Name withheld, 30-something
Heterosexual
Single, moderately sexually active
No children
Master's degree
Occupation unknown
London, UK

In my favourite fantasy I am dressed in nothing but a corset
– one of those ornate Victorian ones, all silk-satin and lace
and dyed in muted jewel tones. I've been told I'd look
wonderful in a corset, so it fits in perfectly with my scenario.
I'm on the bed, bent forwards onto my knees and elbows, my
head bowed, forehead resting on the pillow. My wrists are
bound in bondage tape, as are my ankles. My knees are kept
slightly parted, my arms stretched above my head, hands
resting on the pillow. A cloth of black silk covers my eyes and
is knotted behind my head. The cool air kisses the lips of my
cunt and I can feel it opening like a mouth, wet, ready,
wanting. But that is not to be, for instead it's another mouth
that will be attended to.

He moves in behind me and begins to tease me with his
tongue, flicking it around and around, then darting it inside,
tasting me, tasting the forbidden. He tells me how good it is,
but he can't bear to wait much longer for his prize. He shifts
position and I can feel the dripping head of his cock pressing
hotly against the opening of my bum. I've always wanted to
be penetrated here, fully penetrated, not just played with. He
gets me moistened with his own juices, then pulls away. He
begins with one finger, teasing, pushing in past the tight ring
of muscle, then withdrawing. Next it's two fingers, he's
prepping me, trying to open me up so that I can take his cock
inside me. He doesn't want to hurt me; he's said so many
times – that this should cause me as little pain and discomfort
as possible – though we're both aware that, yes, it will hurt
to some degree. My breaths are coming faster as the sensory
perceptions of sight and touch have been taken away by my
bondage, and he has full control over my body – and
me.
I've
always wanted this, to have a man I'm really into control me
like this, to have that kind of trust in a man, knowing he's
only for me and I'm only for him – that it's just the two of us
in this world, free to indulge any whim, any passion. (Sex, no
matter what kind, should be spiritual, special, not a recreational
sport. I want a man who feels like this, and
he
feels
like this.)