Fantasy Fulfilled

Here we go again, laughed Shanna. It certainly hadn't taken the boys long to get started tonight, she thought to herself wickedly. She had pretty much guaranteed that the men would start in on her right away with her provocative choice of attire for the evening. They had barely finished dinner before her husband Brad and their neighbor Steve had started teasing her about having a threesome for the umpteenth time as they sat at the dinner table.

The boys could at least have waited until the dishes were cleared, Shanna laughed to herself, with them all comfortably on the couch watching the baseball game, before launching their next effort to cajole and proposition her into a threesome. Invariably, she ended up sandwiched between the two men on the couch fending off their roving hands as they got friskier and vainly attempted to proposition her.

When the boys got distracted talking baseball, Shanna got a respite from their ceaseless attention. As she sat there quietly and contemplatively, Shanna mused about how they had got to where they were now.

It had been two years since Steve had moved in next door and they had become increasingly close friends. In that time Shanna had ceased to be offended by the men's lewd suggestions, often taunting them to "dream on" as she sparred with them good naturedly on the couch. Shanna had three older brothers growing up and she had long since become used to the concept of 'boys being boys.' As a matter of fact, because she was the only girl among her siblings, she had become somewhat of a tomboy early on and learned to give as good as she got.

It was all harmless fun, Shanna had decided. And besides, they were all still young and in their prime and a little fun never hurt anyone. And why not fool around a little? Both men were tall and handsome, and she knew she was a heartbreaker. She had the beauty pageant trophies and sashes to prove it, she proudly reminded herself.

At five foot ten and 135 pounds, she was tall for a woman and had long shapely legs as well as a rocking 38-25-36 figure and she knew that she was more woman than most men could handle. With lustrous brown hair that flowed to the middle of her back, flawless skin with a golden tan and penetrating green eyes, she knew men lusted after her and she enjoyed their attention. She had once overheard a man call her an Amazon from an adjoining booth when they were out to dinner and she took it as a high compliment.

And the boys weren't too bad either, Shanna thought to herself. Brad was six foot one with the lean 195 pound frame of a long-distance runner. His blonde hair, blue eyes and surfer's tan made him look younger than the 31 years old they both were. Brad was an extremely successful realtor. So successful, in fact, that Shanna no longer had to work.

Although Shanna had earned six figures working part time as a nude dancer at one of LAs busiest clubs, she was happy to forego the creeps who frequented the club and the fear that one of them might follow her home some evening. She had always worked her shifts and gone straight home, never embracing the lifestyle, and never accepting the lucrative 'side gigs' that were offered to the girls. Brad was relieved when Shanna stepped away from her dancing career as well and happy he could afford to let her do so.

Their neighbor Steve was a general contractor with his own small but lucrative company. Steve was a few years older and she knew Brad thought of him as the older brother he never had. With reddish blonde hair and penetrating blue eyes, they could indeed have passed for brothers. At six foot six and 225 pounds, Steve was a real specimen with his broad muscular shoulders, deep tan and his Marlboro man good looks that extended right down to his mustache.

Steve towered over Shanna and having men tower over her wasn't a feeling she was used to. It unnerved her and added to her sense of excitement and anxiety when she was near him. Nor did Steve's sexiness escape Shanna's attention either and neither did Shanna noticing it escape Brad's attention as well. It had been an immediate topic of discussion between husband and wife after the three had first met.

As Shanna sat there at the table musing, she suddenly realized she was letting her mind wander far afield and she reeled herself back in.

"Why don't you boys go sit down and turn on the game," said Shanna as she abandoned her daydreaming and got up from the table. "I'll clear the table and get us fresh beers. I'll be right in."

"Well, hurry back gorgeous," said Steve as he walked across the great room toward the couch. "Maybe tonight we'll have a double header."

"I thought there was just one game ton..." Shanna started to say, before her voice trailed off momentarily as she realized what Steve was trying to insinuate.

"Oh, OK, I get it. Dream on sport!" shot back Shanna sarcastically. "Your second game is going to be called because of rain...and that's because I'm going to rain on your parade!"

Everyone laughed as the men took their seats in front of the TV and Shanna headed to the kitchen.

"Shot down in flames again," Shanna thought to herself, smiling.

It was a matter of pride to Shanna that she would not let her husband Brad, or their neighbor Steve embarrass her or make her blush as they incessantly badgered her to join them in a ménage à trois. Shanna had never thought of it as anything more than good natured kidding, even if it was risqué and somewhat disrespectful of her...at least that had been the case until recently.

But as time had gone by, the two men became far more overt in their suggestions and had long since moved beyond double entendres and naughty innuendos...as had their hands. Their roving hands now found their desired marks with increasing frequency. This was due in part to them becoming increasingly bold and also because Shanna had relented and was now only putting up token resistance.

Steve's sexual overtures didn't seem to bother her husband at all, Shanna realized. In fact, just the opposite was true. It had not escaped Shanna's attention that her husband Brad seemed to be excited by it, judging from the bulge in his pants when they were on the couch together fooling around.

Truth be told, Shanna had also come to enjoy the thrill of feeling the men's hands as they had progressed from occasionally glancing across her breasts to brazenly groping her through her blouse and bra. They were also no longer content to just stroke the inside of her thighs. Now their hands were meeting at the confluence of her long legs as they stroked her most sensitive place through her shorts and panties. They would continue until they made her moan softly and she would wriggle free, and then retreated to the bathroom.

She would always return to the couch with a new round of beers and look cool and collected, as though nothing had happened. What the men did not know was that once she was in the bathroom, Shanna would drop her shorts down around her ankles as she leaned back against the bathroom counter and thrust her fingers inside her wet pussy, quietly finishing herself off as the orgasm she had been stifling coursed through her body.

This scenario was playing out once or twice a week now and though nothing was said, all three looked forward to the harmless petting and no one tried to push things too far. None of them felt any shame or guilt, since both husband and wife were willing participants, and also because Shanna never let it go too far.

Shanna was pretty sure that the men, if carried away by their lust and the alcohol, would take things as far as they could go. But she was comfortable that she was in control and could end things when her husband and Steve started to push things too far. Shanna was less comforted by the knowledge that she herself was letting things go farther with each new session on the couch.

The fantasies the men shared with each other had become the source of Shanna and Brad's pillow talk. And when Steve joined them, he only reinforced the lurid images that filled Shanna's dreams and daydreams with his suggestive banter at the dinner table and later on the couch as he whispered in her ear as he fondled her.

They had long since passed the point where their conversations were just playful teasing and harmless banter, Shanna realized. And as the men's hands had increasingly become more adventurous, Shanna's will to fend them off had faded as she grew to crave their touch.

Shanna's thoughts were now filled with vivid images of the men's fantasies as well as her own. With each new petting session on the couch Shanna had resigned herself to the fact that it was only a matter of time before their mutual fantasies would become reality. Shanna's anxiety and anticipation had never been higher than they were tonight as she finished up in the kitchen as she listened to the men's banter from the living room.

"It's starting to rain," said Steve. "Do you think the Dodgers are going to be able to get the game in tonight?"

"It doesn't look like the storm has reached them yet," replied Brad. "It is moving in from the north. It probably won't hit them for another hour. But it is really kicking up here."

"Whatever will we do if the game is called?" asked Brad, sardonically.

"I have no idea," replied Steve, mimicking Brad's tone.

"I'm sure we'll think of something," retorted Brad. "Did you see how Shan is dressed tonight?"

"You mean the halter top and mini-skirt instead of a blouse and short-shorts?" replied Steve.

"Yeah, a halter top with those spaghetti strap things with her boobs spilling out," said Brad.

"Yeah, I did kind of notice," deadpanned Steve.

"She's not wearing panties either," added Brad. "Do you think she is sending us a message?"

"I guess we'll find out," said Steve, his voice betraying his excitement. "If things progress, are you sure you want to take it all the way with your wife? I don't want to lose my two closest friends over this."

"Yeah, sure," replied Brad, not really convinced that his wife would actually go through with it when push came to shove. Brad had the sense that Shanna liked the teasing and titillation, but would back out if things got too serious. Steve, on the other hand, was of the opinion that any woman, under the right circumstances, could willingly be turned into a slut and whore. Brad doubted this was true of his wife.

"I think the way she is dressed, or more to the point, the way she is not dressed," remarked Steve, "is her sending us a message."

"Maybe so," said Brad, before quickly adding, "but you need to take the lead."

"Why me?" asked Steve, not sure what Brad was getting at.

"Because if I take the lead and she shoots us down there will be hell to pay between us," said Brad, before adding, "and she'll never let me live it down. If she shoots you down, it just ends there."

"And why would I want to shoot Steve?" asked Shanna, her voice full of mock curiosity. "Has he done something bad?"

The men looked at each other with the same question filling their faces, "How long has she been standing there?"

"Has he done something naughty I don't know about?" said Shanna, as she finished crossing the room.

"No, no, no," replied Brad quickly, feigning an air of innocence, before adding, "at least not yet."

"Ah, huh!" replied Shanna warily as she bent over, placing the fresh beers on the coffee table and making sure both men got a good long look at her firm, bare breasts as they swayed back and forth beneath the loose halter. "Eat your heart out boys!" she thought to herself. "It's my turn to be a tease tonight."

As she rounded the table on Steve's side to sit between them, Steve suddenly pulled Shanna down on his lap, starling her, since this was a bold move he had never attempted before.

"Truth be told, I was just telling Brad I wanted to get a closer look at the lovely halter you are wearing this evening," said Steve as the surprised and flummoxed Shanna sat on his lap. "It is very complementary. It really highlights your...ah...assets."

"Humm," purred Shanna, trying to regain her composure. "I thought I would mix it up and wear something different tonight. You boys like?"

"Yeah, oh yeah, for sure," was their collective response as Shanna shimmied from Steve's lap to sit between the men. Again, trying to collect herself, Shanna looked up at the TV for a moment to see that she had only missed the first inning. It was still 0-0 against the Giants. Shanna also noticed that it had suddenly become darker outside and that the rain was starting to come down really hard as the thunder and lightning grew nearer.

At the same time, trying to be as nonchalant as possible, Steve reached down to adjust his aroused penis, pushing it down his thigh along the inside of his shorts. He also self-consciously pulled the shorts lower on his leg when he saw the engorged purple head of his tool protruding from them. Steve's muscle hardened even more when he saw the large moist spot on his shorts and realizing that Shanna's bare pussy was wet and aroused too.

Distracted from the TV when she saw Steve fidgeting next to her, Shanna's anxiety and arousal surged even more when she saw the bulbous head of Steve's penis snake out from beneath his shorts and pulsate briefly before Steve was able to cover it with the bottom of his shorts again. Shanna's heart raced. "Oh my God!" she thought to herself, "That thing reaches almost to his knee!"

Shanna's breathing became shallow momentarily as her heart beat faster and her chest heaved in and out. That big purple orb was somewhere between the size of a golf and tennis ball, she marveled, as she fixated on its girth and length. She would have to reevaluate her fantasies, thought Shanna naughtily as her heart continued to throb.

Brad had sat back and watched both Steve and Shanna with amusement so far. From his standpoint, things were getting interesting. Reaching under Shanna's halter with his left hand, Brad gently squeezed his wife's engorged left nipple between his thumb and index finger as he rolled them slightly and leaned in to whisper in her ear as she swatted his hand away.

"So, now that you have seen it, how do you rate Steve on a scale of one to eight," whispered Brad mischievously.

Slowly turning her head to look at her husband, Shanna flashed him a wicked smile and leaned forward to whisper in his ear before kissing it.

"Oh, from what I've seen, I think we may have to rate him on a scale of ten or twelve," breathed Shanna into her husband's ear as she squeezed his penis through his shorts.

"But let's not get ahead of ourselves," added Shanna in a more conversational tone as she abruptly sat upright. "It's the Dodgers vs Giants. We have a baseball game to watch. You boys need to drink your beers before they get warm."

Both men leaned forward and picked up their beers from the coffee table, took a hit and noticed for the first time that the thunder and lightning were practically on top of them now.

"And now we head to the top of the second inning tied 0-0 with the Giants coming to bat," said the announcer.

"The giants sure do seem to be swinging big bats tonight," said Shanna, knowing the men would catch her naughty double meaning.

"You sure you can 'dodge' them tonight?" parried Brad mischievously as he sat back, lifting Shanna's left arm to the back of the couch as he nuzzled in close to her. Seeing this, Steve followed suit from Shanna's other side.

"Now you boys have a baseball game to watch," scolded Shanna. "Don't let me distract you."

"We can hear the ballgame," said Steve as he took the lead and reached under Shanna's halter and circled her nipple and whispered in her ear, his breath warm on her throat.

Shanna moaned, stunned by Steve's boldness and exhilarated when she felt her husband's hand kneading and mauling her other breast, apparently content to let his friend join in ravishing her breasts.

"Oh, please! Take things slow," panted Shanna, her voice quivering as she continued to talk nervously in an endless stream of consciousness. "I'm still not sure how far I'm willing to go. I,..I know you both want this so much, but please be patient with me. It's...it's such a big step for me as a woman, for my marriage. It frightens me..."

Brad cut Shanna's words short as he reached up with his left hand, gently gripping her chin and turning her head toward him as he thrust his tongue down her throat in a long passionate kiss. Once she responded in kind, he withdrew, turning her to face Steve, inviting him to kiss his wife as well, interested to see just how far Shanna would go. Once again, Shanna's heart raced as she parted her lips and felt Steve's tongue invade her mouth in an even more passionate kiss.

"Oh God!" moaned Shanna once Steve broke off the kiss and the men began kissing and licking their way up and down the sides of her throat as her breasts heaved in and out, each in the firm grip of the men's hands as they kneaded and mauled them.

"Please, oh please, slow down," begged Shanna. "This is just way too fast for me. I never meant for it to go this far tonight."

Suddenly the evening twilight that had filled the room was replaced with a sudden flash of bright light and was almost instantly followed by a loud boom. And then darkness and silence filled the room as the TV cut off along with everything else electrical in the house.

"Hell, the storm knocked the power out," said Brad.

"No more baseball," said Steve wryly as he licked his way up Shanna's neck. "Whatever shall we do?"

Caught in the darkness the men never stopped kissing and licking Shanna's throat or kneading and mauling her breasts. Now Shanna felt Steve slipping the spaghetti strap from her shoulder and letting the halter slip from her breast. Almost immediately Steve had Shanna's breast cupped in his hand as he surrounded her nipple with his lips and began to suck and lick, causing her to sigh sexily.

The next flash of lightning surprised Brad as he saw Steve hungrily feeding on his wife's breast, pushing things another step further. Brad was ambivalent about this further escalation, but he played along wondering how far Shanna would let things go. So Brad lowered the halter on the other side and began devouring his wife's other breast as the flimsy halter fell into her lap as Steve moved her hand down to grip his throbbing muscle. Seeing this, Brad did the same, now worrying just how far Shanna might get carried away.

"Ohhh! OHHHHHH!" sighed Shanna as she slumped back on the couch, her body limp and willing; lost in the moment as the darkness enveloped her and with only the sound of the rain and her own moans filling the emptiness.

There were three quick bursts of lightning that overlapped and Brad could see the dreamy look on Shanna's face. It was apparent to him that Shanna's head was spinning and that she had been carried away to the dream world of the her erotic fantasies they shared in bed. Shanna had a dreamy, vacant look on her face. How far would his wife go, Brad wondered, not sure he really wanted to know, but somehow feeling compelled to find out.

"Pick her up and carry her to the bedroom, would you?" asked Brad impulsively, knowing that the bigger and more muscular Steve could more easily lift and carry Shanna. But even more important, Brad knew, Steve carrying Shanna to the bedroom would mirror one of their often-shared fantasies, something Shanna would enjoy. Brad was already at the hallway that led to the bedroom as he spoke. "I'll go ahead and light some candles."

I guess we'll find out just how far Shanna is willing to take this, thought Brad as we hurried around the bedroom lighting candles. Brad's ambivalence was growing by the moment. Would Shanna go all the way? He wasn't really sure he wanted her to. But on the other hand, one of his most vivid fantasies was watching Shanna being impaled on a huge cock that drove her wild to the point of ecstasy. And God knows, Steve had that kind of cock.