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YOUR FANTASY

By Jayne Seagrave

It started very innocently, she was older than they were, maybe mid seventies, well spoken, confident, with the air of a women who knew what she wanted, and who would not tolerate fools. She engaged them in conversation. She initiated it.

They were in the hotel’s hot tub, the sun was setting over the mountains and there were just the three of them. Conversation unavoidable in the compact, warm, bubbling environment.

“You two look very happy” she commented, playing with her gold necklace; “How long have you been married?” she enquired, directing her question to the women. The couple exchanged nervous glances and then he spoke; “We are not married, we are lovers”. With this frank admission, which surprised his partner, - who provided no contradiction, - the relationship of the three strangers shifted. With this statement they were now confidents, immediately friends, sharing information few others knew of, a special bond instantaneously formed.

What followed was thirty minutes of pool small talk, getting to know you, no one making any effort to leave, the conversation a little risqué as The Older Women sought to illicit from the couple, (who were only a few years her junior), how often they met at this hotel, whether their partners knew of their affair, and how long the liaison had been taking place. They informed her this was their first anniversary - a year ago this week they had started their sexual encounters, following over forty years of friendship.

Suddenly the tone of the discourse changed, and The Older Women became sullen. In a tearful monolog she slowly explained she, like them, had had a lover, but he had died a few months ago, after being a large part of her life for decades. Their clandestine relationship was unknown to their respective spouses. It was unknown to her friends. The perfect, well-kept secret. She could tell no one of his death. She could not attend his funeral. She was left to grieve totally alone.

The couple listened in silence as she explained that now he was gone it was the sex she missed the most - not the cuddles or the affection but the hard physical act. The arrangement to meet, the anticipation, the excitement of the first embrace, the undressing, the extensive creative foreplay, the act, the fun, the orgasms, the love. They were so well matched she explained. Like twins, they read each others’ bodies perfectly.

The Older Women paused, took a deep breath then abruptly and nervously invited them both to her room, asking that they allow her a little indulgence- to watch them make love, direct their actions, observe their intimacy but take no part. To re-live her time with her lover through them.

Being watched during intercourse had been a fantasy for the man for ages and his partner, somewhat reticent knew this. What harm could be done? Three consenting adults in a hot August night, in a hotel room in the late evening. The younger women stood up, reached out a hand to her partner then turned to the instigator and said: “Lead the Way”.

They entered the hotel bedroom in silence, all still damp from the pool. The host disappeared then reappeared in a casual robe and seated herself in the only armchair. The couple nervously undressed. Excited. He already had an erection.

The observer altered the position of her chair and asked that the women sit upright on the bed with her legs apart and bent. The man was to sit behind her, kneeling, and start to kiss her neck and massage her breasts. The younger women closed her eyes as she felt his penis rub hard into her back and her nipples become firm. He moved his hand down across her belly to the vagina, but the hostess instructed; “Not yet - let us see how long this stage of the excitement can last”. But the female participant grabbed one hand from her breast and put his fingers firmly to her clitoris - a compromise she mouthed to the observer, who smiled her approval.

After a few moments, and with no warning, the female participant quickly span around, lay on her stomach and slowly, gently put the end of his penis into her mouth, moving it subtly in and out. “Wonderful” the observer said, but the words were unheard for at this point the couple had all but forgotten they were being watched being focused only on giving pleasure to each other. He lay back but with his eyes intensely watching his partner as she licked and sucked, caressed, and teased. She had done it before - she knew what he wanted. This is what he adored.

“This is a little one sided” the Observer interjected, breaking the silence and intimacy and so, as if to address the command, the women turned 180 degrees, readjusted her position, put her mouth onto his penis while directing his mouth and tongue to her vagina. He held her buttocks, so she was unable to escape. The excitement of mutual oral stimulation knowing no end. She came quickly, as he knew she would, then quickly spinning round she sat on top of him and he entered her very wet, hot body as she stretched back, guiding his hands to her breasts, holding his penis within her, moving rhythmically up and down, her hand behind her fondling him, her eyes closed as the pleasure increased.

He did not want to orgasm. He so wanted this moment to last forever. Was this not true bliss? To have a stranger watching and admiring and receiving pleasure, while you give the same amount of sexual stimulation to your lover… a lover you have now had for over a year…a secret lover you have told no one of…a lover who is prepared to fulfill your fantasies…a lover who in another life would be so much more, but who you hope will always be just that - a lover.

The orgasms happened suddenly, expectedly. Almost in unison. The younger women slowly moved to lay on top of her partner, juices seeping out of her body onto his leg, as he gently stroked her back and their breathing eased. The three of them remained in silence for a long time. The watcher and the watched.

The Older Women stood up; “Thank you” she said, “Please show yourself out” and went out into the balcony. The Fantasy over.

 

Jayne Seagrave is a BC Best selling Author. The ninth edition of her book Camping British Columbia, the Rockies and the Yukon was published by Heritage House in April 2023. Over 60,000 of her camping books have been sold. She also writes fiction, non-fiction, freelance articles and occasionally teaches writing and publishing.