Cece’s Game – Chapter 2 – The Man in Mind

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Cece’s Game – Chapter 2 – The Man in Mind“What exactly do you want?” she asked him abruptly in the middle of dinner on Friday night. They were at one of their favorite restaurants, not too classy but not too divey either.“You mean for dinner?” As if he had no idea what she was asking. As if he didn’t order the same thing every time they came here. As if he didn’t know she had been obsessing about last week’s events ever since she’d answered the door in nothing but her skimpy underwear.So rather than answer his question directly, she shot him a bemused smirk.“Ah. You mean last Friday.”“Yes, last Friday.”“I just thought it would be fun. Something risqué, something we don’t do all the time.”“And?”“And what?”“That isn’t really all there is to it. C’mon. It’s just the two of us.”“And a whole restaurant full of strangers.”“They can’t hear what we’re talking about. So tell me all of it. What is it you really want?”Martin took a long swallow of wine while he thought about his answer. “Well …” he began, but didn’t seem to know where to go from there.“Oh, come on. We’re talking about your sexual fantasies. They’re just fantasies, right? We aren’t making a commitment or anything. How can we consider anything that’s locked inside your head?”He nodded. Another drink, and at last he mustered the courage to blurt it out. “Here’s what I’ve got. My main thing is to watch you get fucked by another man.”“Oh really?” Cece suspected that was what he had in mind, but it was nice to hear him actually say it. “Tell me more.”“Like what?”“For starters, how long have you had this fantasy?”“Awhile now. Maybe six months or so. I was poking around some porn on a web site and stumbled across a video of a guy watching his wife screw another man. I started watching it mostly because the woman looked a little like you, but I was surprised at how arousing I found the whole cuckolding thing. I’ve been thinking about it off and on ever since.”“How does the fantasy usually go?”“I’ve got several variations. The pizza delivery guy is a good example. There’s an office sex version. A bar pick-up version. And so on.”“So how seriously have you thought about this? Is it just a fantasy, or do you really want me to do it?”“In all honesty, I’m not sure. To start it was pure fantasy, as ridiculous as having sex on a space ship. But the more I thought about it, the more it seemed like it might actually be possible. And the more possible it seemed, the stronger the fantasy became. After you actually showed yourself to the pizza guy last week, I’ve replayed it in my head while I’ve masturbated. Several times, and all to intense orgasms.”“Wow. Other than the pizza guy, who do you imagine me doing it with?”“I’ve thought about illegal bahis several of the men we know, but I’m afraid I’ve ruled them out for various reasons. Mostly I’m worried about awkwardness between us and someone we’d actually have to socialize with later.”“So where does that leave us?”“Well, one of the local alternative newspapers has a personals section that includes a subheading for threesomes.”“The idea there would be that we’d run a classified ad for another man? Would it say something like ‘Wanted: stud to fuck my wife while I watch’?”“Some of them are pretty much exactly like that.”“Huh. What other ideas do you have?”“They’re mostly variations on that general theme. Find a guy via the classifieds. Find a guy via the Internet. And so on.”“Huh,” she said again. Martin though Cece looked like she was thinking about something.“Do you have any ideas?” he asked.“Well, maybe one. There’s a guy at work …”“A guy at work, eh? Tell me more.”“He delivers the mail every day. And lately he’s been lingering around my desk longer than he really needs to.”“Do you think he’s interested in you?”“Yeah, I think there’s a chance.”“And do you think he might be into the sort of thing we’re talking about?”“No harm in asking.”“Maybe there is. If he doesn’t actually feel that way about you, or if he thinks having an audience would be creepy, things could turn awkward around mail time. Heck, he might even file a harassment complaint.”“It’s possible.”A long pause.“But somehow I don’t think so.”Another long pause.Martin broke the silence. “So are we really thinking about this? Not just as a fantasy, but actually doing it?”“I’m not sure yet. This has been rattling around in your mind for months, but this is the first I’ve ever thought about it.”“Sure. Take your time. This isn’t the sort of thing we have to commit to right now. Or this week. Or at all.”“Tell you what, I’ll ask Jason – that’s his name, Jason – I’ll sound him out and see if it looks like he’s interested. If he’s willing to play, then we can decide if we’re going to go through with it or not.”“Wow. Okay. Wow.”And that was the end of the discussion. That night both of the Grahams lay awake after the bedroom lamps were shut off, both thinking about what they’d said. For his part, Martin rolled “Does she really want to do this? Do I really want to do this?” over and over in his mind.Cece, on the other hand, was thinking less abstractly. Just as Martin had a secret fantasy he’d been hiding from her, she also had a fantasy she’d been hiding from him.Ever since she was a teen, she’d had a strong desire for a man with a large cock. The craving sprang from some of her early sexual experiments. She and her friends swapped porn illegal bahis siteleri magazines, and most of the porn that featured naked men was designed for the homosexual market. Thus her early sexual “examples” were mostly the well-endowed studs favored by the gay porn industry.Viewing the men in the photos as a challenge, she decided to see what an oversized dick would feel like. Her vibrator wasn’t big enough to match the pictures. But her favorite brand of shampoo came in a tall, slender bottle. Slender as bottles went, but as a practice partner it was quite a challenge. At first it hurt, but she practiced with it awhile and learned how to insert it at just the right angle and take it slowly. Before long she’d developed a real taste for oversized penetration.She’d never found an actual man who matched her fantasy. Martin was average, maybe slightly more than. But he was far from the well-hung studs of her youthful fantasies. Thus she’d forgotten about her old cravings and settled into comfortable sex with her husband. After the pizza incident, however, some of those old rumblings had begun to rumble anew.Further, she’d left some of the details out of the talk about Jason. For starters, she was confident she wouldn’t embarrass herself by coming on to him. He had been coming on to her for a couple of weeks.At first it was standard banter, no racier than your average office-based sitcom. But when she proved receptive – or if not receptive, then at least not actively hostile – he got bolder. Then yesterday Jason had emailed her some pictures of himself. In two of them he was completely nude.He’d clearly shot them himself, at least the nude ones. In those two he was standing in front of a full-length mirror, camera in front of his face. One was a side view that was too blurry to make out. Martin, photo buff that he was, could probably have told her how Jason messed it up, assuming of course that she gave a damn about the mail boy’s photo skills. Or that she ever showed her husband the picture.But the other one was crystal clear. In that one Jason was standing face forward to the mirror. His pose was awkward, the slightly embarrassed stance of a man who for one reason or another isn’t comfortable with what he’s doing. And the awkwardness showed in his state of arousal, as he wasn’t exactly sporting a full-mast erection. However, even semi-erect (or completely flaccid, it was hard to say for certain) his cock still hung more than halfway down his thighs. And it looked nice and thick as we
ll.Hell, he might even match her old friend the shampoo bottle.Cece’s emotions had been in turmoil ever since Jason sent her the pictures. On the one hand, she loved Martin canlı bahis siteleri with all her heart. She was undeniably certain that they were soul mates, or whatever other corny Hallmark term one wanted to apply to such a relationship. And sex with him was perfectly satisfying. She had no trouble hitting orgasm when he fucked her. He was a satisfying partner in every sense of the word.But still, something deep inside her secretly longed for something deeper inside her. Just once, this secret thing whispered to her at night, just once it would be nice to try the man of her adolescent fantasies. To have a man as big as the old fantasies inside her, just to see what it would be like, just to see if it was as good as she had imagined it would be.Normally this was a fantasy she would have buried and done her best to forget. But now it was unearthed. Now it was out in the open, not exposed to Martin yet but nonetheless in a place where she could no longer ignore it.And wasn’t this Martin’s fault, really? Didn’t he come up with the whole watching her fuck another man thing? Wasn’t this his fantasy? Wasn’t she just playing along? Then he wouldn’t be in any position to object if she got fucked by a man with a humongous cock. A man like Jason. Especially if he got to watch. Especially if he had to watch.Even if he didn’t like it, it would serve him right for pushing her into it. Yeah, that’s right. He pushed her into it.“Martin?”“Yes?”“Are you awake?” His response had been immediate and not the least big groggy. Still, she felt the need to ask.“Yes.”“Can’t sleep?”“Nah, I guess not.”“Everything okay?”“Yes. I’ve just got stuff on my mind.”“What kind of stuff?”“Oh, you know.”“Sex?”“Uh, well, yes.”A pause.“So, you wanna do it?”“Yeah, sure. I mean yes. Yes I want to do it.”“Great.”The two of them began fumbling out of their night clothes.“Wait,” Cece said. “One condition.”“Okay.”“While we do it, I want you to imagine that what you’re doing to me is actually being done by another man. And I’m going to do the same. While you’re fucking me, I’m going to pretend that it’s actually another man doing it to me.”A long pause. Dreadfully long. Cece was panicked. Had she startled him too much? Had she killed the moment? Had she turned him off?“Wow,” Martin said at last. “Wow. Okay, sounds like fun. Let’s do it.”And with that they did. The sex itself was simple, Cece on all fours with Martin behind her banging merrily away. But while they did it, Martin tried to picture what it would be like to watch another man doing just what he was doing to his wife. And for her part, Cece fantasized about Jason being where her husband was, the other man’s cock going deeper and stretching her wider than what she was currently getting.They both hit orgasm at the same time. Big, earth-shattering orgasms for both of them.And at the end of the encounter, they were both separately sure that they really wanted it to happen. For real.The only questions were how and when.

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