- Hello
- What is my bitch doing there??? was the reply to my hello. I knew it was my wife and she was calling for Cleopatra, you know, my asshole.
I said - Cleo is fine, resting for a good week-end.
- Then finish whatever is that you are doing and bring Cleo home so that Anthony (wife's dildo)can fuck her as I please and the sooner you get here the sooner Cleo's week-end will start.
- OK, that sounds very sexy . . . . Bye, I'll be home with Cleo in 25/30 minutes.
Closed my stuff, realized that I will be coming in tomorrow. Stopped a sec on the boy's room so I could fuck Cleo with a but plug that would keep her excited for Anthony. As I was driving home, a lot of recent memories came vividly for me to think of how much my wife and I had progressed in our sex life with Cleopatra, Anthony, her pussy, and my cock. What began a long time ago with me exploring my sexual satisfaction exciting my prostate and using dildos on my ass turned out to be a whole new world of sexual excitement and pleasure. As we progressed we developed a sexual fantasy that we made real.
At first, when I convinced my wife to do me, she was a bit apprehensive. We had a lot of conversations regarding "gay" sex and whether I was becoming gay.
(A note to gays and homosexuals. I respect your decisions and your sexuality. I have nothing against homosexuality. I just grew in a straight type environment, grew with Base ball, Foot ball and other male sports and always new I was a man. I have no feelings for the love of another man. I love my wife and hope to die by her side in about 50 more years. My anal sexual satisfaction is that. Just an anal sexual satisfaction that my wife provides for me. That is all it is.)
To the gay question I answered the same thing I just wrote on the note above. She was sure of me and she believed my reply and since then she has become more assertive in our new roles. Cleopatra and Anthony were our fantasies that became a reality. It never occur to me to ask her if she had lesbian tendencies. However, I did, she said she did not, but . . . . and she left that lingering for a few seconds. I asked, - but what?? she said - if the opportunity presents itself, would you let me?? - I probably would not, I fear that I may lose you and that I do not want that to happen. - Don't worry you will never lose me and now I know that if the opportunity does present itself I will not take it.
And that ended our conversations regarding the apparent homosexuality of our new sexual fantasies.
I got home, opened the garage door and I saw my wife standing there on the entrance door. She was wearing her terry bath robe and I could clearly see that she had Anthony on. At first sight it was kind of cute to see my wife with a "tent" on the bath robe. Once that initial cuteness went away the realization that in fact Cleo's week-end had started made my sphincter shudder with anticipation and excitement. Of course Cleo's "G" spot had been "exercised" while my drive home and Cleo was more than ready to receive Anthony's penetration.