Chapter I
Weeks went by, weeks of "preparation" during which I fantasized about my
mystery married man (as I came to think of him) and sometimes times late at
night I imagined kissing him, undressing for him, licking him, rubbing my wet
pussy up and down on his hard cock. These fantasies aroused me so greatly that
I imagined much, much more. I imagined him pressing his hard and lubricated
cock against the entrance to my ass, something I had never allowed before. I
imagined him between my thighs, licking me to orgasm in front of a crowd of
on-lookers, I imagined myself bound tightly and naked while he kissed me, licked
me, penetrated me, ravished me both softly and roughly.
With my high degree of arousal, I found myself conducting research,
looking at websites featuring unusual sexual activities (unusual for me, anyway)
and fantasizing about doing some of those things: group sex, multiple partners,
double penetration, public sex, lesbian sex, bondage, even sado-masochism.
Like my mystery married man, these were fantasies that were not meant to come
true. I was in the safety of my home, after all, just thinking, looking,
touching myself. If my mystery married man hadn't made me so hot, I never would
have even fantasized about these activities. But now, a part of me longed for
them, for the deep satisfaction I knew that my mystery married man would be able
to give me, or some substitute. And so I grew more aroused and more frustrated
with every passing day.
