Fantasy Becomes Reality
A Married Couple’s Erotic Adventure
by
Felicia Florence
[Although it's not really necessary, you might want to read my first erotic short story, "The Girl," before reading this one. Provides a little background on the married couple and for the story. It's available for free on Smashwords. Click here.]
Felicia and Danny pulled up in the driveway of their new home. It was a treat to be in such a nice house instead of stuck in a small apartment as they had been for several months. They’d just been out to dinner to celebrate the end of the week, Friday night. It was just after eight, and they still had a full evening planned.
Jenna, their baby sitter for the evening, was a local college girl they’d befriended a couple of months ago when they first moved in. Jenna had helped them unload. She even spent some time with Felicia and Danny helping them move furniture around. Though quite a bit younger, she’d always seemed to put herself on an equal footing with them. Never noticed the age difference.
Jenna had come over that morning to borrow a screwdriver to hang some drapes. When she heard Felicia trying to line up a babysitter, she offered to sit their two kids for three hours that evening while they went out to dinner. She’d brought a change of clothes because she was also planning a night out with the girls, and after she put the kids to bed, she could spend an hour or so bathing and getting ready. “Exciting evening? Fat chance,” Jenna said with a frown.
Felicia opened the front door and entered with Danny right behind her. The first thing Felicia noticed was a trace of sensual perfume that was not hers and quite captivating. Jenna was just coming out of the bathroom where she’d showered and dressed. She was just putting the finishing touches on her hair, still a little damp, and running a brush through it.
“Wow!” said Danny softly into Felicia’s ear.
And that was Felicia’s sentiment exactly. Wow! Jenna had always had on a baseball cap, jeans and a hoodie when they saw her. But now she wore three-inch heels, a short black skirt and a tight stretchy sleeveless top that was breathtaking without a bra. Her neon violet hair hung in bangs and just covered her ears, a little longer in the back. She had on rimless glasses that gave a sweet touch to the racy avatar look.
“You remind me of one of those hot characters a video game,” said Danny as he turned toward the kitchen.
“It’s all for nothing,” said Jenna. “I’m going out with a group of girls.”
“No boys?” asked Felicia, hearing Danny rummaging for ice in the refrigerator.
“We’ll be on the prowl, but the chances of actually landing some decent guy on any given night are minuscule.”
“You don’t have a boyfriend?”
“Not for the last few months.”
Danny came out of the kitchen carrying mixed drinks for himself and Felicia. He handed the glass clinking with ice to her.
“Looks like you guys have a buzz rolling too,” said Jenna.
“We do prize our little adventures together on Friday nights,” said Danny.
“Must be great knowing you’re going to get a laid,” said Jenna. She blushed and turned away. “Gotta big mouth. Gotta go.” She turned toward the door.
Felicia felt sorry for her. She could sense Jenna’s loneliness and remembered how that felt. She was so young and beautiful, yet on this evening she’d be going to waste.
Felicia gave Danny that knowing look, a raised eyebrow, a tilt of the head. He smiled. One morning after a night of wild sex with leading-edge fantasies, just before they got out of bed they had talked about how turned on they’d been. “It’d almost be worth trying,” she’d told him. “To see if we could get even higher.”
“We could never find the right person,” he said. “Fantasy is just that. Fantasy.”
They hadn’t mentioned it overtly again, but some times while out in public together, a girl would walk in front of them on the street or by their table in a restaurant, and she’d turn to Danny, raise her eyebrow, but he’d shake his head no. Once he’d seen a girl in line at Starbucks and had looked at Felicia and raised an eyebrow. She’d smirked and looked away.
But tonight when he whispered in her ear, “Wow!” Felicia knew exactly what he meant and she responded with, “No kidding.”
Neither of them had thought of this nerdy college girl that way before. Felicia had always thought her a little odd. Her hair was a different color every week ¾ sometimes a brilliant green, deep blue, orange. At other times it was dark black with just a tint of red. Tonight it was a deep violet, and it seemed to make her complexion glow. Her cheeks seemed fatter, and her dark eyebrows and lashes set off the porcelain whites of her eyes. Her pupils were a dark brown. Those rimless glasses added intellect, thoughtfulness. Her lips were full, perhaps a little puffy. She had on dark skin-tight leggings that showed the delicate shape of her legs. She was thinner than Felicia had imagined seeing her normal clothes, her shoulders narrower. Nice hips.
“It’ll be cool,” Jenna added. “Wish I was in a better mood.”
Felicia took a sip of the Wild Turkey, cold, delicious. “Would you like a drink to get you started?” Felicia asked, thinking that drinking and driving wasn’t the thing to do, but still wishing to send her off with a little spirit. Also, she wanted just a couple of minutes to test this girl’s reality against their fantasy. She wanted to roll that big turn on around in her mind with Jenna playing the fantasy girl.
Jenna was at the door and turned the doorknob. She stopped, turned to look back. She grinned rather sheepishly. “Oh cool! A taste to give my mind a whirl. Improve my sucky attitude.”
“I’ll get it,” Felicia said to Danny, and Jenna followed her into the kitchen.
Felicia opened the freezer door on their new refrigerator and scooped a half glass of crushed ice, then walked to the counter where Danny had left the freshly opened fifth of Wild Turkey. “Bourbon okay?”
“Great. Just a little. I get tipsy and bounce off the walls.”
Felicia poured a couple of shots and topped it off with bubbly Coke.
“Here. Drink only what you want. It won’t go to waste.”
Jenna took the cold glass from her and took a sip. “Mmm,” she said. “Cool. I’m not usually much on mixed drinks.”
“Where are you girls going?” asked Felicia as they walked back into the family room to join Danny. She motioned for Jenna to take the padded chair across from the sofa where she and her husband would sit.
“A group of college friends?” asked Danny.
“College girl dudes. We’ll like, hit a club or two. Probably dance with each other. We’ll mix with some jerky guys from the university, but you know how that is.”
“I remember a few good times while I was in college,” said Danny.
“We actually met in a nightclub twelve years ago,” added Felicia.
Jenna sipped her drink. “This is really cool. I mean cold yes, but really tight.”
“What is your major?” asked Danny
“Psychology. I’m like, trying to figure myself out,” she said. “Hope to be like a therapist or something. But I need to find the courage to get out in the world before I settle into a profession. Ya know what I mean? I want to travel. I’m shy, but adventure is my middle name.”
“The shy ones always end up taking the big chances,” he said. “We’re like that too. Both of us.”
“We haven’t done enough traveling. We’ve got to get back to Europe, Danny.”
“Oh, gee! You’ve been to London and stuff?”
“We’ve both been there on business,” said Danny. “When one of us goes on assignment, the other takes vacation and tags along. We’ve also been to Rome, Paris, Bavaria in Germany. Oktoberfest was a blast.”
Jenna lit up while they talked, and she finished her drink without noticing. “Oops! Evaporated,” she said. “Thanks for jiving me up a bit. Exciting to talk to people who’ve actually been somewhere. But I better split. You two are about to jump each other’s bones, and here I am like, sucking up all your time.”
“It’s just as exciting for us having you here. You’re beautiful and young. Just talking to you lifts our spirits too,” said Danny.
Felicia had noticed that Danny kept looking a Jenna’s legs and breasts, and when he did, her own eyes gravitated there too. This girl was quite appealing. Their intimate sex fantasies hadn’t conjured a young woman as appealing as Jenna. Yet, a real-life sexcapade was too much to hope for.
“My head is warping out,” said Jenna. “That Turkey stuff is dangerous, dangerously scrumptious.”
Felicia was afraid their moment would slip away. She looked past Jenna at Danny. “Maybe you shouldn’t go just yet,” said Felicia.
“Wait and let your head clear a little,” said Danny.
“I didn’t feel this good on serious dope,” said Jenna. “Maybe I should just have another. I’m a little high.” She was obviously enjoying the attention they were both giving her, their eyes roaming over her body.
Felicia got to her feet. “If you want,” she said. Her heart had started to race. And when Jenna followed her into the kitchen, Felicia turned to look back at Danny. He had that questioning look on his face, the raised eyebrow. She raised hers too.
“Are you sure?” he asked.
Felicia nodded yes, and walked on into the kitchen with Jenna, heart pounding, palms sweaty, and knees a little shaky. The Wild Turkey had set her aglow too. Felicia noticed Danny had just dimmed the lights in the family room. She turned off the kitchen light and turned on the little bulb over the stove. Just enough light to mix a drink. She dumped the old ice from their glasses and got more from the freezer.
Jenna had her cell phone in her hand and pushed some buttons. While Felicia mixed each of them another drink, she heard Jenna tell her friend to go on without her. “Don’t freak, Stephanie. Something came up. I’ll catch up, or not. Don’t wait on me.”
“You cancelled your evening out with your friends?” she said.
“I can connect later, if I want. I haven’t been with a guy in so long, if I don’t watch I’ll be making out with one of my girlfriends.”
“A girl as beautiful as you shouldn’t have that kind of trouble.”
“I haven’t been kissed in months. Don’t know what it feels like anymore.”
“But jees. Kissing a girl. That’s quite a leap.”
“You gotta get your stimulation where you can find it. Everybody’s making out with everyone else now days. I’m just too skittish, I guess.”
“If you’re not with the one you love, love the one you’re with. Even if it’s a girl I guess.”
“My motto exactly,” said Jenna. “I’m just having trouble putting it into paractice.”
“A girl kissed me once, a few months ago,” said Felicia. “Just a quick kiss, and I still haven’t gotten it out of my mind.”
“Some of my friends sucked face, but I’ve not found a girl I would try it with.”
They took a sip of their drinks, and looked at each other. “A little more of this Wild Turkey, and I’d kiss you myself,” Felicia said, but she turned away as she said it. And then she held her breath. She had just taken a big risk.
Jenna took a couple of swallows of her drink. “Wouldn’t take any more for me to let you,” she said.
Felicia felt her heart pounding. Her fingers started trembling again. She remembered the girl in the dressing room at work who’d kissed her and placed her hand on her breast. She’d regretted not following through. She couldn’t pass up this opportunity.
“I’m going to find out how serious you are about that,” Felicia said. She’d moved in close to Jenna, and their arms touched although they were both staring at the bottle of Wild Turkey. She felt Jenna lean her head toward her so that their hair touched. Simultaneously, they turned to where their cheeks touched too. In those heals, Jenna was a little taller than Felicia, and she leaned her head back. Their heads kept turning until their lips met, first at the corner of their mouths and then full on. Felicia opened her mouth and put her tongue between Jenna’s lips and their tongues met, then slid on inside. They held it for a while. She touched Jenna’s cheek with her fingers, felt the corner of her mouth.
Jenna pulled back. “Danny might see us.”
“I hope he does. It’ll light a fire in his pants.”
“You’re going to fuck tonight, aren’t you?” asked Jenna.
“Without a doubt.”
Jenna smiled and turned away. “Motherfucker! Sonofabitch! I should split.”
“You don’t have to, Jenna. We both want you here.”
“That just sounds too incredible.” She looked down and put he head against Felicia’s.
“Stay and see what happens,” suggested Felicia, putting her hand on Jenna’s shoulder and rubbing it. Felicia’s whole body was trembling with excitement.
“Are you sure? You really mean it?” She was pleading.
Felicia looked at those delicious lips. “That kiss, between you and me? It was monumental.”
“But what about Danny? Would he want me?”
“Trust me. When he walked in the front door and saw you standing in the hall… As they say, you had him at hello.”
“But he’s your husband.” She shook her head, looked down, smiled and turned away.
“Sharing sometimes can be a thrilling thing.”
“He is cool.”
“Don’t tell me you’ve already coveted him.”
“Along with every woman who ever laid eyes on him.”
“And here I thought it was just me that held your interest. Just kidding.”
“Dreams of you too. Trust me.”
As they walked back into the family room, Felicia took Jenna’s hand. Soft and oh so warm. Her heart skipped a beat. Amazing! she thought. Jenna had been fantasizing about the two of them together. Soft music was playing and it was almost dark in the family room, just a hall nightlight casting a pale glow.
“Sit on the sofa with us,” said Felicia. “Jenna has decided to stay a while longer,” she said to Danny. “She cancelled with her friends.”
“Great,” said Danny. “I bet it puts a damper on their evening, but it certainly adds a spark to ours.”
He moved to one side. Jenna sat next to him, and Felicia sat next to her. They had her sandwiched. Just as it started to seem comfy, Danny got up and went into the kitchen to make himself another drink. Felicia’s and Jenna’s knees were touching, a portion of their thighs. Jenna looked toward Felicia, and they kissed again, this time more tongue, more saliva. Jenna touched Felicia’s breast through her blouse.
“Always known I have a lez streak. Never could activate it.”
Felicia went into a state of ecstasy. She had a lez streak too. She’d been wanting this ever since that girl in the changing room a few months ago had let her feel her breast. Now this: the perfect girl. She put her hand on Jenna’s breast through her tight top. She could feel her hard nipple through the thin fabric.
Danny walked back into the family room. They’d didn’t stop kissing. He sat down beside Jenna without saying anything. Felicia could tell he was breathing hard. Just fantasizing about a younger woman could practically put him in a coma. Now one in the flesh.
“You haven’t kissed a man in quite a while?” asked Felicia.
“Never ever kissed a man at all. Just boys.”
“Here’s your opportunity,” said Felicia.
Jenna turned to look at Danny. He was right beside her, and as her face came around, he leaned down and kissed her. Danny hadn’t kissed a twenty-year-old girl since he’d kissed Felicia twelve years ago. He was afraid to touch Jenna, afraid he would go too far too soon. He didn’t French kiss her, but Jenna’s tongue went into his mouth anyway. She put her hand on his chest. They separated, and Jenna turned back to Felicia.
Felicia kissed Jenna again, and this time she could taste Danny on her mouth. While still kissing Jenna, Felicia reached across her, grabbed Danny by the shirt and pulled him toward both of them. She put her hand behind his head and brought him forward, turned away just slightly from Jenna and brought all three faces together, all three pairs of lips. They both put their tongues in Jenna’s mouth. She gobbled them. Felicia thought to herself, This is sex. This is red-hot sex.
Felicia removed Jenna’s glasses, which was a shame because she loved her in them, and put them on the coffee table. Felicia put her hand on Jenna’s thigh, and Jenna put her hand over the top of it. Felicia wondered if she was going to remove it, but instead she brought it a little more toward the inside of her thigh. She looked toward Felicia, as if she was about to say something, her mouth open but no words coming out. Then, “God, I need this.”
Felicia kissed her again, those soft puffy lips, and her tongue so comfortably placed against hers. Felicia moved her hand up to Jenna’s breast and cupped it. She felt Jenna tremble a little. Jenna turned a little more toward her and put her hand to her face and kissed her more forcefully, less sweetly. Felicia just settled into her. This was the kiss she’d been dreaming of, fantasizing about. She moved her hand back to Jenna’s thigh, ran her fingers deeper inside them, and spread them slightly. Felicia pulled Danny over to put their faces together again.
Jenna said, “You don’t mind me ravaging him?”
“I want you to.”
Jenna turned her face toward him, put her hand on his cheek and munched his mouth. Her bare arms were thin and smooth, her muscles taught as she pulled Danny’s face to her in a hard probing kiss.
Felicia removed her hand from Jenna’s thigh, but Jenna took her hand and gently put it back. She turned to face Danny and put her arms around his shoulders. Her back was to Felicia, so she put an arm around each side of Jenna and put a hand on each breast. In her palms, she felt Jenna’s nipples through her blouse. On the back of her hands, she felt Danny’s chest. She kissed Jenna on the back of the neck while they made out. Then Jenna turned around to face her and started making out with her. She could taste Danny all over Jenna, his saliva inside her mouth. She felt Danny’s hand grab both of Jenna’s breasts from behind. His palms were on Jenna’s nipples as hers had been, and Felicia felt her own nipples on the back of his hands.
While Jenna made out with Felicia, Jenna reached down and pulled her own top out of her skirt. Danny took that as a hint and slipped his hand underneath, felt her warm flesh and moved it up to Jenna’s breast.
Felicia undid a couple of buttons of her own blouse, took Jena’s hand and put it inside her bra. Jenna’s trembling fingertips moved back and forth across her nipples.
This was the first time Felicia had made out with another woman. She’d been kissed that once at the boutique, but this was pure tongue-sucking, saliva drinking fuck kissing. That young woman, that symbol of sex, all sex, woman as the symbol of sex, had her hand in her bra. Jenna’s mouth was so tender and sweet, her hand so gentle and smooth on her breast. She stopped kissing Jenna, reached back and brought Danny’s face forward again. She wanted a comparison. She kissed him, put her tongue in his mouth. His lips were firm, stout, manly. His tongue was large, muscly, educated. She went back to kissing Jenna. “Ummm,” said Jenna.
“Is this as far as we should go?” asked Jenna, stopping for a second. “If we have limits, this is mine.”
“What would you like?” asked Felicia. “We don’t want to force ourselves on you.”
“I’m wound up,” she answered. “I’m yours for the night, if you want me. But I warn you. I’m feeling strange.”
“We want you,” said Danny. He pulled her face back around and kissed her again.
“I’m wild and fuck crazy,” Jenna added.
He moved his hand from her underneath her tight blouse and slipped it down inside the top of her skirt, found her soft mound of hair underneath her panties. Jenna kissed him for a minute but then turned back to Felicia, grabbed her and kissed her. All the while, Jenna was adjusting her hips and thighs so Danny’s fingers could find her pussy. Then she unbutton the rest of Felicia’s blouse, dropped it and her bra straps off her shoulders and moved her mouth down to kiss her breasts.
Felicia’s breasts were the gateway to her sexuality, and when Jenna’s lips touched her nipples the internal flame that had been lit and burning hot for sometime now roared to life. Fuck crazy, she thought. “Oh yes,” she said aloud, her breathing heavy. “Fuck crazy.”
Felicia cuddled the girl’s face in her hands, felt her cheeks, the corner of her mouth, and touched her fingertip to Jenna’s tongue as it flitted across her nipple. Her mind was mesmerized with a sensual, sexual buzz. She put her hand down between Jenna’s thighs, which were spread apart now, and felt Danny’s hand through Jenna’s panties. She could feel his finger working inside her pussy. Jenna’s hand moved from Felicia’s breast down between her thighs and worked up inside her skirt. She slipped her finger underneath the side of Felicia’s panties, and moved it around until it was resting over her pussy.
Although she knew it was bound to happen, Felicia found herself unprepared for this. Those delicate fingers moved gently to separate her lips and then slipped inside her just a little and stopped. Felicia had this girl’s mouth on her breasts and her hand in her pussy. This ecstasy won’t last forever, she thought. In just a matter of hours, it’ll be over, and I’ll be longing for it again.
She brought Danny’s face up over the top of Jenna’s head and kissed him. “Fantasy can’t hold a candle to reality,” she whispered.
“Fuck crazy,” he whispered.
Felicia unbuttoned Danny’s top pants button, slipped down his zipper. She felt his erection through his shorts. Jenna took her mouth off Felicia’s breasts and looked back to see what Felicia was doing. Jenna removed her hand from under Felicia’s skirt, and Felicia got up and moved to the other side of Danny. Felicia wondered if Jenna had ever had a throbbing cock in her mouth.
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