My wife and I have an amazing sex life—in our minds! In the bedroom and occasionally elsewhere, we are good, but you can’t beat our imaginations. Our fantasies get us so turned on. They provide a safe, cheap, and reliable alternative to trying to do it all in real life.
“So-ohhhhh,” one of us would start, turning a short word into two seductive syllables. “What would you think about ..?” Bonnie or I would continue, laying out the new idea or embellishing an earlier one. Sometimes it would be a solo inspiration, sometimes we both would contribute.
They could range from simple role play (do they even have travelling salesmen anymore?) to impractical situations (how do you sneak onto the International Space Station?) to celebrities (if you can have young Elvis Presley, I want young Helen Mirren,) to fiction (of course there are magic spells for sex.) Over the years, some ideas would repeat, or be improved upon.
It was easier to keep sex exciting for two decades without having to hide various media, paraphernalia, and activity from the curious eyes of our two kids. When we sent our second off to college, we celebrated our freedom by having sex at least twice a day for weeks. Both in our forties, I confess we each faked a few orgasms, but the excitement, fun and pleasure were real.
This is the story of how we made one of Bonnie’s Impossible Dreams come true.
One of her recurring ideas was to be worshipped and made love to by a group of men. It was rebooted by our twenty-year college reunion. Back on campus, we visited the fraternity house of Eta Bukkake Pi. (You didn’t think I would use the real name, did you?) I had been president my senior year. As I showed her around, recounting some of my adventures in the house, Bonnie was turned on by the hot young men, some shirtless in shorts playing basketball, others in tight jeans and T-shirts just hanging out.
Although she wasn’t dressed provocatively, Bonnie is a tall, Nordic blonde, whose shoulder-length hair, full breasts and long legs can attract attention anywhere, not just from a bunch of horny frat boys. Her crystal blue eyes and easy laugh have made a lot of guys think they might have a chance with her, and made a lot more wish they did.
We both enjoyed watching the guys checking her out, her reveling in the knowledge that she was still so desirable, and me flaunting the fact that she was with me. She was sure she heard the word MILF come up a few times almost out of earshot. When we got back to the hotel, she insisted on a quickie before the dinner. As we fucked, we discussed one guy’s abs and the bulge in another’s pants.
It gave me an idea that would take a lot to arrange, but also the motivation to try. Over the next week, I made some calls to see how it might be accomplished. When it started to seem possible, I told Bonnie what I was considering, and she was enthusiastic. Even if it didn’t happen, working out the details was exciting and led to some hot sex as well.
It was a few months later, just after the start of a new school year, when everything was in place.
The evening arrived. We entered the fraternity house through the back door and went downstairs to the ceremonial room. It was private and soundproof and off-limits except for official events. John, the current president, escorted us in. Everything was ready.
Bonnie had styled her hair in an updo that made her taller and more elegant. She removed her coat to reveal the filmy gown that cascaded to her bare feet. It gave her a regal appearance, as well as showing off her full breasts, taut belly, round ass and shapely legs. She was truly a sex goddess to be worshipped. She inspected the low padded bench in the center of the room before taking her seat in the large leather chair on the dais.
I stepped into the side room where the other guys were. As did the others, I stripped naked and wore only the ceremonial hooded robe of our fraternity. Checking that everything was ready, I stepped into the main room and announced “Oh Venus, goddess of love, we come to worship you and pay you homage. We offer the tribute of our seed and the sharing of our ecstasy. As your high priest, I present these supplicants for your inspection and use.”
Bonnie almost broke out laughing at the pageantry, but I mock-scowled at her to stay in character. ”Approach, and demonstrate your fealty,” she said, extending her leg. I knelt in front of her and kissed the sole of her foot, gently massaging it.
“Show me yourself,” she ordered, gesturing that I had permission to stand next to her. I parted my robe and thrust my hips forward. She grabbed and squeezed my half-hardon. Flicking it with the back of her hand, she dismissed me, saying, “Is that all you have?” I knew the guys could see this from the side room, and I imagined them stroking themselves beneath their robes to be sure they were fully erect.
I bowed deeply and whimpered, “No, goddess, I bring you the finest in manhood, young, strong, virile. Come, John, here,” I called, and he entered the room. I pushed him next to her. This was the moment of truth, but Bonnie didn’t hesitate, seizing the young man’s cock and balls with her hand. John was not only fraternity president, but also the quarterback on the football team. His strength and leadership would be needed tonight, and his long penis would also be put to good use.
“He is adequate,” Bonnie’s wide eyes showed that she was more impressed than her words implied. “But he should learn his place!”
“I am most unworthy, goddess,” he said, hurrying to kneel in front of her. She extended a foot and he licked her toes eagerly.
“Marcus, approach,” I called, and he knelt before her other leg, joining his frat brother worshipping her feet.
“Enough,” she said after a bit, withdrawing her feet. John stood and backed away. “Let me see you,” she said to Marcus. He stood and exposed his cock to her. It was not as long as John’s, but was notably thicker. Bonnie’s hands are not small, but her finger and thumb could not reach all the way around it.
“What else do you have to offer?” my wife’s voice was less stern as I directed Marcus to his spot.
“Louis, approach and worship our goddess,” I called. He was a basketball player, tall and thin. When he knelt before her, Bonnie stood up, opening her gown to position her bush in front of his face. He did not need more instructions as his mouth pressed into her. From the sound of slurping, Bonnie definitely was as turned on as the rest of us.
“Mmm,” she moaned, “I may not need what is between your legs.” She paused. “But stand and show it to me anyhow.” She sat back down and he stood next to her, putting his genitals within reach. Louis wasn’t as long as John or as thick as Marcus, but the taste of her pussy had him hard enough to drill concrete.
When she released him, I waved him to his spot, and then continued with some pomp.
“Finally, dear Venus, we have a unique offering. We searched far and wide to find for your use and enjoyment, twins!” On cue, Jeff and Carl entered. Bonnie’s eyes lit up. The fact that the last two were twins was a surprise I had kept from her. In their hooded robes, only their faces could be seen, but she could see they were a match. “Not just any pair,” I paused for dramatic effect, “but twin virgins!” Jeff and Carl blushed, and the other three struggled to suppress their laughs.
Bonnie broke character and exclaimed “Really? No way! How...?” She seemed on the verge of tears. Fantasies involving twins or virgins are fairly common, and she had her favorites, but didn’t expect any to be part of this event. Arranging it took a lot of luck and cooperation from my fraternity brothers.
First, there had to be twins in the freshman class. Then they had to be virgins. Then we had to get them into the fraternity. Fortunately, these two engineering freshmen were nerds from a small town and hadn’t yet found willing partners. They were desperately hoping to change that situation when they arrived on campus.
Jeff and Carl were not the kind of recruits my fraternity would normally seek, but I appealed to our fraternal bond with the current officers, as well as made a humongous contribution to the party fund, to get them to give the pair a try. In any case, those two would soon no longer be virgins, and might just turn out to be Eta Bukkake Pi material.
The two stood confused, looking back and forth between my wife and me as we all tried to compose ourselves.
Bonnie could not stop grinning, but took a deep breath and stood up, back on script. “Come to me, my beautiful boys,” Bonnie said, standing and holding out her arms. Exchanging a glance, the two freshmen approached and stood a step below her. She opened her gown to enfold their heads, drawing each to a nipple. At first tentative, they sucked eagerly as she pulled their faces against her soft globes.
After a bit, she gently pushed them away. “Indeed, high priest, you have exceeded my expectations. I am pleased, and wish to share my love and pleasure with all of you.”
She walked to where they had lined up near the bench. She gestured to it. “On this altar, we will celebrate love and lust, giving and receiving. You honor me and fill me.” She made a show of removing her gown, turning around and letting them see her in all her glory. Indeed, she could have been a Greek goddess. Her breasts swayed and her ass rippled as she did a turn, flexing her strong legs and arms.